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GoingToChurch
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DISPATCH to agent
Dispatch to agent
Dispatch │
my favorite place to be is lost in my own wonder and love
LET EM BURN, NOTHING MORE.
Life is precious. Fun is precious. Freedom is precious. All deserve need to be protected.
Dispatch
Name
Patch
Alias
Young Adult
Age
Non-binary
Gender
Experiment
Species
He / They / Them
Pronouns
Chaotic Nuetral
Alignment
Pansexual
Orientation
Active
Status
Gemini
Zodiac
The Citadel (Lower Constructs)
Location
NEW WORLD ORDER
Universe
ESTP-T
MBTI
Hacker, Saboteur
Occupation
GoingToChurch
Creator
GoingToChurch
Designer
Dispatch is an experiment that escaped from the science organization PRISM. They made a place for themselves in the seedy and chaotic lower constructs of the Citadel with some help. They have used their tech prowess from their time as an experiment, as well as their cybernetic mods, they've learned to hack and they hack very well. Being able to take apart firewalls and some of the most complex codes easily. It is a comfort zone for them. Allowing them to be by themselves and fully in their element. Moving through planes of data in their head completely plugged in. While this is a past time, and their main source of income as people pay quite a pretty penny for intel and data, they are also a social being. They love hitting the local party spots, never missing a chance to go to a rave or concert or club to have a good time with friends. Occasionally getting into some chaotic anarchy as well with them. Dispatch having a special kind of hatred for the government and the organizations within, seeing their rules as shackles. They've come from a place that wanted them to stay in line, and they find the Citadell isn't much different. And they can't stand anything that makes life less fun. So, they believe they ought to do something about it.
Dispatch likes: Parties, Festivals, Purple, Bunnies, Punk Culture, Anarchy, Coffee
Dispatch dislikes: Death, The Cold, Government, Bees
Personality
The Executive is a man of high intelligence, and he is well aware of that fact. He flaunts it openly. Those who interact with him percieve him as an eerily calm man, analyzing every move, every word, ever atom in the room. An impossibly level look in his eyes that make most people shrink under his gaze, the feeling of scrutiny washing over them. There is rarely a situation in which he is not three steps ahead. Constantly taking into account every variable he can. The aura of confidence, charisma, and intellect that rolls off of him in waves could make an entire room look to him for guidence or knowledge. Something he is always ready to impart, even if he may embellish the truth with some of his own.
He is not all wise though. Digging behind the facade of greatness is a man who will stop at nothing to make his goals realized. A very special brand of cruel and unusual especially when it comes to his opinion on ethics. A wide part of his success comes from the speed at which experiments are conducted, and the rules by which these experiments tend to break. Not having an issues with cloning, splicing, or even messing with the genetics of his own citizens and colleagues, he is deemed within his communities one of the brightest but one of the most vile scientists to exist. Often unnerving others with his blatent lack of caring for lives other than his own. All for the sake of his abstract ideas of progress. Progress however seems to be limited to biological matters. He has a great disdain for any tech more sentient than a robot vaccumm. Declairing Invientia City a no sentient tech zone and removing any trace of AI programming or smart type of technology, with the claim that it would only hinder and hurt his people and the factions scientific advancements. When really, it is out of fear. Fear that something may be smarter than him, so smart in fact to have the capability to destroy him. He is good at masking this fear in public, though a glare will always be present towards any andriod in sight.
LIKES: The Executive is a fan of almost anything science related. He loves to collect various samples for microscope slides. His favorite food is lettuce wraps and favorite drinks are anything lemon flavored. He has absolutely just taken a bite out of a lemon before.
DISLIKES: ai and robots of that nature. He also hates religious topics believing most of them to be a farce. He also is not a fan of anything with cinnamon in it.
Story
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ABILTY 1
hard light manipulation
due to the implant embedded in the executives forehead, he has the ability to create objects using light projections and solidify them, almost straight from his mind. It requires a great deal of focus to so and over use can cause the implant to begin to burn.
ABLITY 2
regeneration
the implant in his head bolsters the already impressive regenerative effects of the aether compound commonly used in medicine. He looks incredibly young due to this and has very fast regenerative abilities. A small laceration healing in seconds seeming like it wasn't even there.
WEAPON 1
blade staff
One of the main things he forms with his hard light ability is a weapon in the form of a staff with two blades, one at each end. It has the same pink purple sheen of the implant itself. And can be very deadly in combat, though with quite a low durability.
Design
The Executive of Progress stands at exectly 6'0, slim atheltic build, and a very healthy appearence. He bears both a crown or halo and a mark. His eyes glow the same pastel pink-purple color as the implant on his forehead as a signifyer of his attunement to aether. He has a pink undertone due to aether as well. He maintains a professional and clean look, often dressing somewhat minimalist and in blacks and whites with pink accents adorning him. Both ears are pierced though it is common for him to wear simple earrings as well.
The Executive's closet TBA
glasses
The Executive has a pair of special glasses that can project data onto the lenses. He is capable of seeing without them, just prefers to wear them as it provides him with some more spatial awareness by scanning the enviornement around him.
Gloves
The Executive constantly wears gloves. Never removing them for almost any reason. This is due to the sensitivity of their hands and also them wanting to keep up their appearence of clean and professional.
books
The Executive tends to enjoy reading. Often going to the gardens and sitting down with a new edition of some scientific study written by a peer.
Glass slides
The Executive is a sucker for discovery, often having glass microscope slides tucked into a pocket somewhere. He of course has some minor tools to be able to construct these slides on the fly. He will make a slide of almost anything, his favorite being flora.
Notepad
It is not uncommon for The Executive to take notes on conversations using a small notepad he carries with him. Writing down unique observations or even sketching things out on occasion to be used or replicated later.
Cloth
The Executive carries around a small triangle microfiber cloth to clean his glasses and augements with. Making sure to keep his appearence as clean as possible.
Siana Kaesimar, often times just referred to as Dr. Kaesimar, is a member of The Executive's personal lab team. She is in charge of most genetic type experiments and has immense knowledge in that feild. She is one of The Executive's most trusted officials. She will hold onto that fact for the rest of her life.
Paris, aka The Prince of War, is one of the biggest thorns in The Executive's side. Competing with him regularly in business but making a point to hijack and destroy PRISM outposts and labs. Paris is well aware of the extent of The Executives depravity. Often times speaking out about it given the chance. Stating on more than one occasion he would not hesitate to kill The Executive given the shot. The feeling is mutual.
Mr. Faisur knew Silas prior to his ascent to Executive. Still referring to him by that name to this day. They used to be close too, Faisur assisting Silas on the business side of his scientific ventures. Something changed in the long run, causing them to drift as Faisur began to despise his particular brand of cruel and unusual. Faisur believes there is still hope for Silas to return back to who he was, but still sees the false god PRISM has turned him into.
Typical me │
kroh
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