Post by amaie on Aug 25, 2011 5:49:15 GMT
[atrb=style,background-color: 000000,bTable] Amaie Rose Deschain |
[atrb=style,background-color: transparent,bTable] hey guys. my name is Amaie Rose Deschain, but you can call me Amaie. everyone else does, so i guess you can too. i'm Sixteen years young, and if it isn't already obvious, i'm a Female. it should be. what isn't so obvious is the fact that i'm a Technomancer Psychic, but you can keep that a secret for now. |
personality
[/size][/right]Amaie is generally a distracted person. Her technopathy keeps her mind on things that seem more important to her than the world around her. She tends to be quite distracted by the internet... even if there isn't a computer in sight. She gets annoyed and huffy if someone distracts her own personal software research which she conducts at the oddest of times. When interrupted, she retorts with twice the sarcasm and bluntness that she would normally use with someone.Amaie has a very healthy relationship with her family and would turn the automated guns on anyone who tries to hurt them or even disrespect them. While her family life is fine, her social life has completely bombed. She has absolutely no friends because her gift keeps her distracted and had labeled her as a complete freak before her parents tried to move her to a place called Somber High. Instead she decided to move to Jamerson Falls. The place she might find her best clients. Ok maybe no friends should have been better defined. The research that has been gripping her was the development of a self contained Artificial Intelligence. Not quite perfected and produced by her self made net software company yet, her only 'real' friend is the Program she has been developing for the last three years: Aoi
Amaie Loves the fact that Vampires have come out in the open. Now she can charge quite the premium to keep them safe. Her reasoning for this is because they must have much more hunters coming for them because now they really know they exist, and they know some of the faces of their adversaries. Personally, she doesn't care either way about the Vampire race. She deals with them as she does humans. Very rarely in person.
history
[/size][/right] Amaie was born and raised in Arizona. She and her parents got along well enough, of course there were the daily arguments she had with her mother because of what Amaie always insisted on wearing, as well as arguments on her smoking. There was not really anything her parents could do, and nothing amaie could do either. She had diagnosed addictive personality disorder, and her doctor insisted that she keep smoking due to the fact that those like her that loose their vice are almost certain to replace it with a worse one.She had immaculate grades in school, and liked it well enough, other than the annoying people around her. Her school was a bit on the more upscale side of town. Being somewhat punk, and with how she acted, she was in the definite minority of the school. Of course that got her way more attention than she liked, all too much attention from bullies. Smiling through her beatings didn't help her case, and got her called a freak more often than not. Eventually after the last beating which left her with three broken bones, her father decided to ship her to her to a special school, for people like her.
Amaie didn't take that too keenly since she would be away from her father, and more specifically the perks that her father brought home to add to her 'puter. So, she decided it was time that she took more control of her life. Changing the destination of her flight, she made her way across the country to a more provocative place. She had never met a vampire or someone like her, so she hopped a flight to Jamerson Falls instead. She diverted some of her funds from a company called 'Softwere' which was owned by an online presence called Optical Toxin. With that done she rented an apartment and registered for school at Jamerson Falls High School.
=-=-=-=-=Reality Shift=-=-=-=-=
Optical Toxin was born online in 2006. From that moment, she had deftly terrorized the net in it's entirety. Misplacing funds, snooping in top secret areas, and even making people 'dead' was just a game for her. She bored quickly of such pranks and thought it was time to go ligit about three years later. Funding a pair pf online companies (from other people's money) she made 'Softwere' and "Vampurity"/ The first company was a cutting edge software company that catered specifically to the non humans that might need special software for various reasons. The second was a security company that serviced the same clientele.
Her companies boomed during the next three years. Who knew that a market had such a big hole that was just waiting to be filled. Maybe it was that vampires not only had centuries to acquire huge amounts of wealth, but that 90 percent of them were total noobs when it came to technology. They were stuck in the times they died, she figured, and with her skills, she could outstrip any that died recently.
Optical Toxin figured that the change in location would be nothing but good for her, so that she could actually meet some of her clientele since she had never met a vamper or were face to face. She just hoped that the other kids like her would have more humanity than the ones back home that had broke her body if not her spirit.
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role play sample |
(done as the old Amaie)
Amaie leaned back in the big overstuffed office chair. The club had been lucky. Lucky that she had been forced out of her tiny apartment due to the lack of a delivery of synthetic blood. Lucky that she had chosen this obnoxiously loud place to debit some more, and lucky that she had currently been hacked into their wireless router so she could check her mail. The club its self did not have any IT security staff themselves, and this attack on their information and accounts had come rather abruptly and by a human hacker of no little web renown.
Human hackers. So slow compared with herself and Aoi. She was not worried about the integrity of the system really. Not with her here. Opening one eye she twisted the small pack that contained her system and Aoi. She puled on a miniature fiber optic cable and jacked directly into the club's router. Every bit of bandwidth would help, even though for these people she might not need it. Pulling out a cigarette from a platinum case and lighting it she mentally commanding her digital friend, she sent a thought through the flesh colored cable that ran down the back of her neck and coiled under her arm. Aoi, concentrate on defense, I will take the counterattack.
Aoi responded with: Will do, Amaie, and they both set to work.The first program installed to active duty was the innermost defense, The Labyrinth, this one was virtually riddled with incoming malware eating bugs that they called Pack-man. Then out came the Bastille. it was a firewall superior to any commercial grade software available. It was one program she was able to sell to high bidders. Bidders like the CIA. Next up were a deluge of kamikaze programs that would swoop in on the incoming trying to breach the Bastille. Aoi had set the defense, and was monitoring it.
Setting the defense took a mere eye blink. Aoi was good. Only program of her kind Aoi was what Amaie referred to as a Artificial Omnipresent Intelligence. No it was not a cyber god or anything, it just seemed at times that there was no limit to threads and sub minds that could be contracted out to do specific tasks all at one time. If there was a limit to Aoi's multitasking, Amaie had never seen it. Amaie on the other hand had to concentrate more on each process she was throwing together. each and every one of her attack programs was hand tailored to the situation she found herself in.
The situation she found herself in right now wasn't pretty. she had no idea where the attack was coming from yet, as it was bumped all over the US through relay after relay, proxy after proxy. She was quick to decide what to do and mentally threw together the code, fifty lines at a time. In this way she patched together a pair of programs. the first was a return to sender on the next paltry attack the human threw together to try to breach the Bastille, and the second was what she called a tail. When Amaie was a child, she was very forgetful. Even though the nights were bitterly cold, she would always forget to close the door if she was absorbed in something fun like a blacksmith's puzzle. Her mother always used to ask if she had a tail, then swat her on the rear and make her close the door.
Her tail program did about the same thing. it followed the returning bug, and kept open the door that her opponent. It worked like a charm. She had found them, and now, even if only for a few moments a path was open for any attack she sent their way. This time she sent a trio of attacks, the first attack was an 01 bunny. The 01 bunny was a program that was nothing but a replicator. it would replicate it's megabyte of binary every one hundredth of a second. The second attack three seconds later was a dervish. It only took seconds to fragment the human hacker's drives. With both a replicating bug and a fragmenter going, the human's drives would be hopelessly swamped.
The last attack of course was the one that would truly do some damage. Her Immolation program was what she called up for the mortal blow. This pretty program reprogrammed and then removed any software and hardware safeties that were on her opponant's system, then it executed an overdrive program that would quickly heat up the system's central processor and motherboard until either the system's silicon chips melted from the center out.
Her task done, the day saved once again, she retracted the hardwired link to the club's router and had Aoi debit the club's account fifteen thousand dollars. The money went directly into the accounts of Vampurity, her vampire security business for services rendered and the pair of large programs that now and probably would forever protect the club's finances. Sitting up, she looked around to the worried club owner's face and she beamed a radiant smile which revealed the tips of her fangs.
After a pregnant silence Amaie spoke, realizing that he had not heard her subvocal speech. " Pleasure doing business with you Johnny. Most of your money is still intact." She hated it when she forgot to actually talk. She was so used to only speaking to Aoi that it would slip her mind to not use subvocal or mental speech. WIggling her fingers as she left the room, she picked up a case of synthetic blood under one arm on her way out then pitched her half smoked cigarette and stepped into the cab that Aoi had called for just after starting the battle with the Human hacker. [/blockquote][/blockquote]
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