Ouroboros is a buzzword for a subset of transformative encrypted data that floats around certain groups of Concerned Citizens. The information varies, from detailing undisclosed meeting locations to revealing information of individuals or places to avoid or even petty rumor mill diatribe- some of which coming up legitimate. It seems independently run, though clearly aligned to the cause it’s significantly more “garage kit” than whatever N01 tends to be working with. And it’s all linked to a relatively innocuous blogspot created by an anonymous, terminally ill teenager that for Some reason the host had ran through several proxies. And while it’s a curious cause to investigate, it’s one to let you know when eyes are sensed upon it, glad to say hello. Because Ouroboros is also an individual, one who values their privacy, and poking in theirs invites them to yours.

To those, more indoctrinated in the fold, Ouroboros- often affectionately called “Ouro” as a sort of namesake- is a seldom seen often heard unbleeder that serves as a de facto “tech guy” for assorted concerned citizens matters. Many CC members have spoken to it, though indirectly through IRC chatlogs about either legitimate group goings on or, simply because they’re bored. They’re a self proclaimed hacker, admittedly agoraphobic which may be a factor other than anonymity that keeps it at arms length. Though it seems to, clearly be one individual behind the moniker, it tends to use we/us when referring to oneself- preferring to be considered an entity more so than anything else.

The blog itself has been cold for nearly a year now, full of literal years of idle ramblings from an anonymous teenager diagnosed with Duchenne muscular dystrophy at a young age. Music recommendations, poems, idle chatter in the comment sections, a pastiche of one’s life leading up to that point. The individual divulges they’ve always been cognizant of the fact their life expectancy likely only rounded to about 20, and initially began to log their online presence as a means to make themselves "functionally immortal" after passing. A sort of, digital memorial created in real time, a harrowing reminder of it’s purpose as the updates suddenly ceased. But, within the metadata, though it seems untouched the blog has been receiving consistent care and edits though they’re not immediately visible.

As time went on through the entries themselves, however, grew concerning as one read into them. Gradually becoming more disjointed with more and more writings about eternity and cheating death interspersed in the usual posts- in addition to several deleted entries. Most would assume this was someone gradually facing the looming inevitability to their demise, but the way they were speaking.. it’s just as likely that someone had found them.

Due to Ouro’s illness they were homeschooled and spent most of their life indoors, growing up on forums with fellow online users as really their only other friends. As their technological competency grew they ended up getting into a community of coders. Then eventually gaining a proficiency for hacking due to it growing bored and stir crazy- an act that inevitably got the interest piqued by the rabbit hole that's the Concerned Citizens. There it was indoctrinated, and at death given specialized implants to be gifted a chance at rebirth- one that’s not taken lightly. Many of their actions in service to CC are done out of gratitude and reverence, but also begging for a sense of community.

In addition to using we/us Ouro tends use they/it pronouns or just refers to self by “name”, though won’t exactly protest any usage. It’s 19 and outside of it’s love for tech circles seems to really love creative writing and horticulture, owning a surprising number of plants in it’s gamer cave and professing a secret love for arboretums though large open spaces tend to frighten it. Relatively, unsocialized it drifts from speaking like a prophet to 4chan adjacent leetspeak, sometimes within the same sentence. Though the ravages of their disease have in part mended due to their Heavy amount of inserts, when standing they lean heavily against their caduceus staff; using it as a walking cane as they struggle to relearn to walk after years of wasting. That is, of course when they’re not curled around a computer monitor, unceremoniously picking at a bag of Cheeto puffs with chopsticks.