RE: The Grand OC! [CONTEST FOUR: COMMAND! SUBMISSIONS WELCOME!]
01-30-2014, 02:07 AM
Username: >_
Name: Akari Lily Nakajima
Gender: Female
Race: Human (Datapath)
Colour: The Matrix Has You
Description: Miss Nakajima is a half-white half-Japanese lady who probably reaches your shoulder and probably wishes she could kick your head clean off. She sports a dark green cardigan with a tasteful design worked in circles and straight stitches, white dress shirt (crumpled collar), denim shorts, striped leggings (dark green and purplish) and moves at a decent clip on modestly heeled boots. Her hair's just past shoulder length, with a fluorescent green streak through the left-head side (it's overdue for a cut).
Stuffed in her almost-comically oversized rucksack are a computer keyboard, set of screwdrivers, woolen gloves, woolly hat (with bobble), a chunky set of headphones (fluorescent yellow+black), black nail polish, nail polish in R, G, and B; plus a few notebooks and capless pens.
Wrapped around her neck is the tool of her trade, a scarf (lime green and black houndstooth on one side, ends kept tucked in like an oversized neckwarmer). When the scarf's concealed side is shown it looks like a perfectly black slice taken out of reality. Also, her fingernails are painted. The colours thereupon are variable.
Akari (who has only started using her first name for the first time in her final year of CompSci college degree) is a supernaturally gifted code-wrangler who rarely makes the most of her abilities. Akari's best skill is her ability to grasp the internal logic and syntax of any new system, although she lacks a certain spark/agency to create anything extraordinary out of it. Point her at a specific problem, though, and she'll more often than not fix it like a champ.
Akari has a mild phobia of glitches, especially audiovisual. Not enough to curb any sense of exploration, but enough to make her uneasy. She has a decent tolerance for the weird, provided it's consistent in its weirdness.
Akari's system-savviness extends to social situations, which usually feature terse replies and a sense that you can't quite tell if you were just insulted. Her read-only approach to all life's systems also gives you the sense Akari doesn't want to go accidentally manipulating you. Maybe. She has that perpetually questioning tone to her voice? that some people find annoying, especially Akari's mother.
Weapons/Abilities: Akari's scarf is a literal crack into the workings of REALITY ITSELF. She can input commands into this prompt by air-typing on an imaginary keyboard. No universe has a syntax identical to typical computer code or any other universe, although universes with fundamentally similar properties will stem from a common "base" language, which would give Akari a good base to work off of. Akari is understandably cautious about causing horrific glitches in REALITY ITSELF (computers doing it bother her enough), so she's unadventurous with her potentially-limitless power. Having read-only access to everything in her universe (and slowly learning to navigate it) is a pretty useful skill in of itself, though.
Akari has also built scripts through the universal prompt, these seem to operate off bullshit quantum physics but operate off her own biological energy. There's one to give her a rudimentary HUD so requested information doesn't get output straight to her brain, and one which pings whenever someone is watching her. These both have negligible energy requirements.
Other than her godscarf, Akari has perfected an aura that tells people "Leave me alone and I'll refrain from ruining your day." She speaks about one semester's worth of Japanese, being a second-generation American, and thinks you're a rude asshole for assuming otherwise.
Biography: Akari was a pretty normal girl with a pretty normal upper-middle class life and a pretty normal interest in computers from a young age (both her parents were tech heads, and her mother's worked from home from a couple years before her dad died.)
She cruised through school in that "good at doing what the system asks" way, headed off to college, and one summer (back home, helping mum clean out the storeroom) found the scriptscarf in a box of her dad's stuff.
Wrapped up in the scarf was a thin notebook, with several pages of unfamiliar code in her father's writing. On the back page: "I'm sorry."
Name: Akari Lily Nakajima
Gender: Female
Race: Human (Datapath)
Colour: The Matrix Has You
Description: Miss Nakajima is a half-white half-Japanese lady who probably reaches your shoulder and probably wishes she could kick your head clean off. She sports a dark green cardigan with a tasteful design worked in circles and straight stitches, white dress shirt (crumpled collar), denim shorts, striped leggings (dark green and purplish) and moves at a decent clip on modestly heeled boots. Her hair's just past shoulder length, with a fluorescent green streak through the left-head side (it's overdue for a cut).
Stuffed in her almost-comically oversized rucksack are a computer keyboard, set of screwdrivers, woolen gloves, woolly hat (with bobble), a chunky set of headphones (fluorescent yellow+black), black nail polish, nail polish in R, G, and B; plus a few notebooks and capless pens.
Wrapped around her neck is the tool of her trade, a scarf (lime green and black houndstooth on one side, ends kept tucked in like an oversized neckwarmer). When the scarf's concealed side is shown it looks like a perfectly black slice taken out of reality. Also, her fingernails are painted. The colours thereupon are variable.
Akari (who has only started using her first name for the first time in her final year of CompSci college degree) is a supernaturally gifted code-wrangler who rarely makes the most of her abilities. Akari's best skill is her ability to grasp the internal logic and syntax of any new system, although she lacks a certain spark/agency to create anything extraordinary out of it. Point her at a specific problem, though, and she'll more often than not fix it like a champ.
Akari has a mild phobia of glitches, especially audiovisual. Not enough to curb any sense of exploration, but enough to make her uneasy. She has a decent tolerance for the weird, provided it's consistent in its weirdness.
Akari's system-savviness extends to social situations, which usually feature terse replies and a sense that you can't quite tell if you were just insulted. Her read-only approach to all life's systems also gives you the sense Akari doesn't want to go accidentally manipulating you. Maybe. She has that perpetually questioning tone to her voice? that some people find annoying, especially Akari's mother.
Weapons/Abilities: Akari's scarf is a literal crack into the workings of REALITY ITSELF. She can input commands into this prompt by air-typing on an imaginary keyboard. No universe has a syntax identical to typical computer code or any other universe, although universes with fundamentally similar properties will stem from a common "base" language, which would give Akari a good base to work off of. Akari is understandably cautious about causing horrific glitches in REALITY ITSELF (computers doing it bother her enough), so she's unadventurous with her potentially-limitless power. Having read-only access to everything in her universe (and slowly learning to navigate it) is a pretty useful skill in of itself, though.
Akari has also built scripts through the universal prompt, these seem to operate off bullshit quantum physics but operate off her own biological energy. There's one to give her a rudimentary HUD so requested information doesn't get output straight to her brain, and one which pings whenever someone is watching her. These both have negligible energy requirements.
Other than her godscarf, Akari has perfected an aura that tells people "Leave me alone and I'll refrain from ruining your day." She speaks about one semester's worth of Japanese, being a second-generation American, and thinks you're a rude asshole for assuming otherwise.
Biography: Akari was a pretty normal girl with a pretty normal upper-middle class life and a pretty normal interest in computers from a young age (both her parents were tech heads, and her mother's worked from home from a couple years before her dad died.)
She cruised through school in that "good at doing what the system asks" way, headed off to college, and one summer (back home, helping mum clean out the storeroom) found the scriptscarf in a box of her dad's stuff.
Wrapped up in the scarf was a thin notebook, with several pages of unfamiliar code in her father's writing. On the back page: "I'm sorry."
peace to the unsung peace to the martyrs | i'm johnny rotten appleseed
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow