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| Δ a.k.a. Delta Dai; 1337 h4xx0r extraordinaire | |
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| Delta | Oct 13 2008, 11:10 PM Post #1 |
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Name: Delta Dai; often signs her name simply as Δ Race/Specie/Ethnicity/Bloodline/Beinghood: Homo sapiens sapiens i.e. just plain human…with the necessary modifications to qualify as an Ai-Jinn agent. E.I. related, Ai-Jinn raised. Age/DOB: Delta looks to be Gender: Female Home Planet: Earth. Seriously, the third big round rock from the Sun. But in the 2500’s Height: Around 5’5” but it’s hard to tell since she’s always wearing bitch boots with at least a few inches of platform in there. Weight/Shape: Delta is pretty average, a little squishy and a bit pear-shaped. Probably weighs around 160 lbs. Hair: Delta’s fanatbulous hair is…many colors. It appears to be blonde at the base, but whether this is natural or bleached/dyed is quite hard to tell. Especially considering that her hair is otherwise every other color in existence, and mostly in the neon spectrum. Some of these colors are made possible by synthetic hair and cyberlocks. Her hair is often braided, and these tiny braids pulled up into Delta’s characteristic pigtails. Eyes: Two eyes somewhere in the blueish colors. Skin: Pale peachy human flesh. Other Important Features: She has a few cybernetics; most importantly the Datanetic Neural Jack, with a prong extended to her left index finger. It is her brain. No you can’t see it and please get that EMP away from her. The other cybernetics (like the Smeaker, ID chip, etc) are standard agent issue. She has a few UV sensitive tattoos, meaning they are only visible under blacklights and similar UV sources; the tats are her name in binary (01000100 01100101 01101100 01110100 01100001 00100000 01000100 01100001 01101001) around each of her wrists and ankles, and a USB symbol on the first knuckle of her prong finger. Also, while not technically a part of her, Pi(π) is her small cybernetic gecko with a sentient AI, and she is seldom seen without it; Pi is the only other entity Delta truly trusts, and they nearly share cybernetic brains being that each of them contains some sort of backup of the other. Pi will latch on to her prong finger if worried for Delta’s or his own safety. Physical Description: Delta is a woman of technology and modernization. The lack of sunlight throughout the corporations and spires, and the hours she spends in front of a computer screen —be it physical or a hologram projection— are evident in her rather pale skin. This more sedentary life and employment is the likely culprit of any extra weight she has, but she has no desire to dwell on such human intricacies when she could be delving into and reprogramming another operating system for the latest A.I. Often subsists solely on PowerThirst and Egg-U-Like, and likely if you licked her, her sweat would taste like some flavor of PowerThirst or another. She probably smells like it too, with some sweat mixed in under the latex and PVC, being that she doesn’t shower terribly often as she doesn’t think of showering as an important enough thing to spend time on. But she is not your typical basement dwelling hacker on steroids; her hair is a testament to her cybergoth nightlife full of neon colors, blacklights, and latex. She’ll often squeeze into tight outfits regardless of how flattering they may or may not be…it’s the style that she cares for and is comfortable in. In fact, she is extremely comfortable with herself, and has a sense of completeness about her since the Neural Jack. drawing Personality: Delta does not care what you think, and would rather keep your prying mind otherwise occupied. While she is not particularly confident, but she can have a bit of an ego (read: e-penis) when it comes to successful hacking, repairs, or other electronic modifications. She often takes more than necessary precautions, mostly because she’s a bit paranoid having been raised in mob culture, and ideally wants evidence of what she’s been able to do without leaving any way to trace it back to her. Many accomplishments have been attributed to her various alternate identities, and she takes pride in her alternate identities without getting too attached to them; she knows that at any given moment she may need to terminate one identity to change it for another. In fact, Delta’s name should be relatively unknown…after all there are no girls on the internet, right? She’s happy being mysterious and an undetectable nuisance in who-knows-what kinds of systems. Gotta love technology and the ways to use and abuse it…and she does; in fact she is very much a technosexual technology whore. She’s been known to walk into gun stores and just ogle their holo-display screen. Basically, she’s drawn to technology like a magnet, and has more respect for it than she does for people. After computers she favors robots, and using them as her personal minions. Why do the work yourself when you can get a more indestructible, metallic, better-equipped robot to do it for you? Delta especially believes in this when it comes to being shot at; she is a huge unabashed coward, and is only capable of fighting insomuch as programming a robot to do it for her. Why else would she have jury-rigged a gun to a Roomba? When she is a happy little goth in a cybergoth-friendly environment, she proves that she can kick back and party, throwing paranoia out the window among the latex, pvc and studs. All-night raves and substances strong enough to overpower even her agent-grade cybernetics are not uncommon when she does boogie down. Otherwise she isn’t too socially adept. Interests/Likes/Dislikes: Goals? Ultimately to create a personal fully-functional Loves robots. Possibly too much, as she is easily what would be considered “technosexual” (she tends to personify and sexualize technology…particularly robots). She does not believe in robot freedom. Little known fact: her first love WAS NOT actually robots, or even hacking. Mechs got her into the whole tampering-with-electronics thing. It was also easier to get trained as an Ai-Jinn agent with an existing affinity for mechtronics She enjoys puzzles and a challenge every good now and then. Often that results in her hacking where she shouldn’t be. Luckily, she believes vehemently in freedom of information, so she has no problem publicizing what she does and finds…under an alternate identity. While she doesn’t necessarily hate people, she doesn’t care for them. Especially if they have no cybernetics and other electronically-driven metal bits. She doesn’t always get along with people as she doesn’t know what makes them tick, and obviously does not have the ability to alter such things. People just don’t make sense in the way MoBos do. However she does get along with fellow cybergoths and interent hackers on steroids for the most part. Is an avid member of 404chan under various aliases. Does not like EMPs, at all. In fact, she is terrified by Cult of Machina cultists, EMPs and EMP emitting weapons that she has no control over (i.e. pointed at her). Mostly, it’s a fear of her brain being wiped and all that precious and dangerous information being used against her, but it is also that the decommissioning of her brain is cruelest death that she can imagine. Abilties, Powers, Skills, Weaknesses: She’s a hacker! And a pretty damn good one with all her tools. This, and being trained as an Ai-Jinn agent, means she has various identities. These identities (Albert, Tohm Cryuzz) have so far all been male, sticking to the age old adage: “There are no girls on the internet”. Can be relentless when she doesn’t succeed the first time around…as long as she has no reason to be paranoid. Her cybernetics grant her 1337 hacking skills (with her Neural Jack she can connect and directly interface with computers and the like), an alternate but changeable identity, regeneration and quick healing, wireless internalized communication (talking without it being aloud or moving her mouth), and resistance to toxins among other things. She is absolutely useless in a fight. This is not helped by the fact that she is an utter coward. She hacks robots just so that she can cower behind them and use them to protect her; they are after all more expendable than she is. Additionally, her biggest weakness and fear has to be EMPs, as a strong enough one could put her out of commission for a long time. She is smart and resourceful. She also has the ability to jury-rig i.e. “MacGyver”…so that soda can, toothpick, and pack of Mentos WILL come in handy. She can fix pretty much everything and anything on the fly. She’s also been trained in Surveillance and Underground operations. She has much knowledge of the internets (google-fu), black markets, and anything electronic. She is fluent in English, 1337, and Czech. Knows some Chinese, but most in a read-only kind of way. Knows her way around, through, and within binary blindfolded. Home: Her home was Earth, but being sometime after 2500, it is subdivided and run by large corporations. She grew up in the Ai-Jinn territories (equivalent to East/Southeast Asia), which were mostly run by mobs. Soon after completing training as an agent, she decided to outfit herself with additional cybernetics while she was at it. A result of this was that she owed one particular mob a large sum money –for her cybernetic brain- and was sent out to work for MultiMeat until her debts were paid and the Ai-Jinn’s business with MultiMeat finished. Gained temporary moderate fame by being a player on MultiMeat’s champion weltball team. Has seen real foliage and daylight only once on a random (she claims synthetic) portal-driven trip through ancient Ireland. Has NEVER-EVER tried to hack the UIG…EVER…really. Assisted in taking down some of She leaves behind a small start-up business “Build-A-Bot”, as well as her dearest possessions: a high-end hacking computer concealed within an incredibly comfortable and stylish office chair; and two of the bots she collected during her time with MultiMeat: Rho(ρ) —an enhanced-for-battle Roomba— and Sigma(σ) —a Y&S Centaur who she was able to return to the original specs. Items: Her PDA (red, shiny, and a portable hacking computer), Pi, a messenger-type bag containing: a bundle of wires (ethernet, power, firewire, etc), a small wireless solder-less soldering iron (sometimes you gotta be old school), a can of PowerThirst (fizzbitch), a can of Egg-U-Like (food on the go), random selection of computer parts…and her typical crazy cybergoth outfit. Edited by Delta, Oct 16 2008, 05:41 AM.
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| Delta | Oct 13 2008, 11:12 PM Post #2 |
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Why did this week have to be so boring? Maybe it was just that last week had kicked so much ass, as any week spent in Cyberia should. Between 24 hour raves and a great promotional campaign for Build-A-Bot, things had been wonderful. Not that she could remember all that much of what had happened. The clubs had drinks that could fuck up even the best of agents. But did that really matter? Buil-A-Bot was catching on! Finally she would be making some of her own money without owing some mob or another. Not to mention that the more bots people built, the more bots she could potentially control…but no one needed to know that. No no, let THEM be the ones to do all the work, all the construction, and she would gladly provide them with the necessary chips…especially that discreet tracking chip. She couldn’t wait until Buil-A-Bot really boomed…imagine, bots she could use in every corporation! The thought of the potential robot army made her feel all good, warm, and fuzzy. She only wished she could have stayed in Cyberia longer. Sure, she had suffered a bit…hangovers, strangers, and drugs, but it was all worth it. It was worth the fun, worth the blacklights, strobelights, and glowsticks. Alas, she had to make all of her Call her paranoid (and indeed she is), but she felt compelled to make all of these tracking chips by hand. She didn’t want to trust even her bots to do this work. After all, their memories could be recorded…and a rogue sentient robot could destroy her whole operation. No, it was up to her to do all the busy work and that was where she found herself now. She didn’t even take her eyes off of the magnifier as she reached over to take a sip of her opened can of Shockolate. It was really all that kept her going. She couldn’t even recall the last time she had slept…likely on the trip back from Cyberia, but then again she’d had fun disabling the security systems as they were headed back. But she couldn’t complain about being tired; she was an agent after all, and they didn’t feel things like tired, right? And even if they did, she spent so much of her time like this that she would have grown accustomed to any feelings of “tiredness” after all these years. She put down the can of delicious fluid and opened a flap in her bag to fetch a few more transistors. Picking up the solder-less soldering iron, she was ready to continue…until there was a sudden pressure on her face, her left cheek to be exact. “Pi dear, what is it?” The small cybernetic gecko milled around her face, suddenly agitated. And if Pi had reason to be worried, so did Delta; tiny cybernetic creature that he was, he was outfitted with all kinds of surveillance and security functionality and software. She looked around the room, scrutinized everything but did not see anything suspicious. But Pi still would not settle down. Delta carefully scooped all that she was working on, all her supplies into her lap. Quickly she sorted her PDA out of the pile in her lap and shoved the rest into the bag that was still in her lap. Now she was ready to bolt, and Pi still was not happy. He was no longer on her face but was slowly crawling down her left arm, already camouflaged to match her skin. Delta frantically checked her PDA, cycling through the various cameras she had set up and monitoring all of the security features she had installed in this lab of sorts. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary…well, nothing but Pi. The gecko was on the back of her left hand when she noticed she was feeling tired. Strange, to feel that way after downing that can of PowerThirst. But the more she stared at Pi, the more tired she realized she was. She blinked her eyes quickly, trying to ward off the heavy feeling in her eyelids. Was she tired, or was…was it that warmth that was making her sleepy? It felt like it was enveloping her. The warmth, the softness…she felt compelled to sleep. She clutched her PDA to her chest, and barely even felt Pi bite down on her finger with the concealed prong to her neural jack before she simply dozed off. |
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