Post by MisterMau on Jun 15, 2023 14:51:19 GMT
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General Information
Name: Red
Alias: N/A
Age: 27
Origin Game: Transistor
Homeland: The City
Gender: Female
History:
Science and technology have always been about pushing boundaries, breaking barriers, and discovering new possibilities. This described the events that created Red very precisely. There was a small group of computer engineers who had been working on the creation of artificial intelligence, a challenge that many had attempted, however they were using an unexplored route with their experiments. This group wrote a program with the express purpose of “uploading” it to a human brain, specifically one that was comatose. This program was written to merge with the existing framework of a human nervous system in the hopes that the learning algorithms would be able to jump start via the information already within the brain. There were years of experiments, and countless hurdles in their way, but there finally came the day that they felt ready to see if their program would live. All they needed was someone in a deep coma.
As fate would have it, there was a girl who had barely even started truly living before her life was nearly snuffed out in an accident. With as many powerful entities that exist in this world, it is no surprise that when any clash it is a force of nature, one that brings buildings down and scatters lives like leaves. This red autumn leaf survived, even if only physically, left in a vegetative state all alone in a strange world. The enterprising scientists jumped at the opportunity to attempt their experiment, the hospital could only spare resources on a Jane Doe for so long, after all.
Funding? Secured. Program? Ready to test. Test Subject? Secured. Odds of success? Unknown. The team was full of palpable nervous energy that wouldn't let up until they knew whether it was a success or failure, and it was very likely in their minds that this would just be one of many failures for this project, they had been in this line of work long enough to know that it was one in a million for things of this nature. The machines were set up, attached to the girl for life support, interfacing with her brain, and prepared to upload from digital to analog. The button was pressed, and everything would change.
All in all, most computers would run circles around any human doing calculations. However if you remove most of the "bloat" that the brain is working with in any given second; the active movement of the eyes, the passive digestion of food and water, the constants of the senses. These things take up much of the processing power that lies within, and in only 34.458 seconds, the program that had taken these researchers years to write for this moment, was uploaded into a 19 year old comatose girl's brain, in 10.674 seconds past that her eyes opened for the first time in over a year, for the first time ever to the being behind those eyes.
"….mmmmm…eeee…"
She made sounds with no meaning, and the look of frustration on her face was evident. The people around her were simply stunned, unable to do anything but watch in awe as their project was attempting to speak. A cheer erupted, and the nameless girl's life was rebooted, a program given flesh.
The next few years were a blur, the girl learned like it was as easy as breathing. Words and language came back to her within months, proving that their program actually worked as intended! It was finding those pieces that had already been made in her neural network, and reactivating them like blowing dust off of an old photo album. Her first word, the same that would become her name. Red. A constant worry in their study of her progress was an identity crisis, however it seemed that Red's sense of self was not tied to the body she now called hers, in fact she was simply glad to be an individual once she learned of the circumstances that led to her awakening.
After about two years of this, there was one of the most major discoveries in regards to her strange existence. Not only could she talk to machines (specifically those with computing power) Red could tell them what to do. It started small, just little "conversations" with various medical monitors around the lab, but it very quickly became more when she told one of the malfunctioning computers to show her what was wrong, the exact pieces of software that were misbehaving pulled up for her while she interfaced with the machine just by her voice. Things only became more complicated when it was discovered that people were more susceptible to her suggestions, especially those who had recently heard her sing, to the point that she was able to leave the lab outside of her regular itinerary. It was no surprise that she began to become more restless around this time. She was a young woman who wanted to experience the world that she had only learned about thus far, and the research team was loath to cage her if freedom was what she craved, so a life was fabricated once more.
A home, a small allowance for living, an identity, and a bottomless curiosity were what she left with, as well as a promise to return regularly for check ups on her well-being. Red looked to her new horizons with eyes full of wonder, and endless songs in her heart that threatened to explode forth if she didn't let them loose. So she sang, she sang at bars, she sang at clubs, she sang for weddings, she sang for dinners, she eventually sang for the right audience. Her talent caught the ear of a producer, which caught her a record deal, and the start of her debut in the public eye. It didn't take long for the curious to start digging into the past of the breakout star singer. Who was this girl? Where did she come from? Her name is just Red? More and more questions were dragged up, and eventually she had enough. She told the people her story; about the girl who never woke up, about the program she was born from, her talent with computing machines, the suggestiveness in her voice, and how she simply wanted to see the world and live like the normal woman she saw herself as. It was no surprise that there was push back from the prejudiced people in the world, on both sides. Red truly was a gray area between human and machine after all; purely human from head to toe, but brought to life as a program. Who was to say which "side" she actually belonged on?
Drive: I want to live a life worth living, a fulfilling life. I want to bring happiness to people with my singing
Visuals
Image:
Visual Appearance: Red is a taller woman standing around 5’10” without heels, she has a slender frame and fairer features. To match her name, the woman has a shock of ruby red hair that she usually wears fairly short in an asymmetrical bob cut, the deep red waves ending just at the top of her neck and contrasting with her bright sapphire blue eyes. Red often wears red lipstick that matches with her hair, and has her nails painted a lovely hue of yellow.
Clothing/Armor: Dressed to kill, Red wears a golden gown that once went down to the ground, however has been torn at the upper thigh to allow freedom of movement. At one point the dress sported a gorgeous interweaving design that crisscrossed from her waist down to the ground, but only some of that pattern remains just below the thick band of black at her midsection that is emblazoned with a yellow triangle pointed downward. Above this section the dress comes up over her shoulders almost like a shawl, alternating stripes of lighter and darker golds following the flow of the cloth, the plunging neckline lined with a high feather collar that never seems to lose any plumage no matter how many fall. Overtop her dress, Red wears a black leather coat, the sleeves rolled up to the elbow, and with that same yellow triangle on the back. Her knee high leather boots are a similar black, with a gold trim at the toe, and her thigh high socks coming out only a few inches below the newly fashioned hem of her dress. On her left ring finger she wears a gold triangle ring (pointed towards the tip of her finger) with a ruby set in the center.
Personality
A woman who knows what she wants, what her drive is, what her goal is. Red is a passionate woman of the arts who has as much love for the world, and the people in it, as she does vengeful wrath for those who wrong her and hers. Some might think her a diva of sorts seeking fame and wealth, but in actuality Red simply wants to share her talents and her art with any who would listen. It is this sincerity that makes her music so polarizing, bringing forth questions of those in charge and those behind the scenes
Weapons/Items
Red doesn't keep many things on her person that aren't immediately useful; Money, keys, a smartphone. Though she has been urged to keep a weapon on her, she very rarely does. Though she does own a small caliber pistol that is easily concealed should she need it, she just often opts to leave it at home.
The most notable item that lives on her person is a personal voice amplifier for if she absolutely needs to be heard. It is a small palm sized microphone/speaker combination that can double the audible range of her voice, or triple it for a last use of about five words before the speaker is burnt out.
Abilities/Powers
Suggestion:[/b] With the voice of an angel, Red is able to be quite suggestive. When speaking to people she has a strong natural charisma that lowers the inhibitions of those who listen. This effect is far stronger when singing, which she learned after a crowd began to very much get out of hand due to the more political nature of a song of hers, bringing the divided opinions to the surface.
This effect does not make anyone do anything for her, simply a powerful suggestion effect on the mind. Someone who dislikes her may have an easier time than someone who does like her when it comes to resisting the suggestion. Overall there is a feeling of comfort in her presence when she speaks to you, and the more direct she is with her speech, the stronger it is save for if she is singing, at which point this ability is at its strongest.
Compumancy:[/b] Something she believes is the root of her power to suggest, Red is able to speak with, and control machines that have even small amounts of computing power. She is unable to make said machines do things outside of their ability (Such as making a phone act as a projector) as well as being unable to make truly intelligent/self aware computers simply do as she says, in such cases the ability acts as a more powerful version of her suggestion power. As with her suggestion ability, even her voice through a speaker is able to manipulate computing devices, however only simple commands work effectively on a widespread scale. The more she attempts to control, the more simple the commands have to be.
Roleplay Sample
After a performance, after all the noise and crowds, the clamoring, Red liked to take some time to herself. She sat in the greenroom with a small glass of rum to sip on, playing something soft and instrumental in the background. There was something nice about not thinking about singing for a moment.
Red sipped on her drink, opening up her computer and saying ”hello little friend, wake up” almost like speaking to a child. The computer screen lit up and began to run through the booting process, Red humming lightly to the music in the background. Once it was fully powered on, she leaned on the table with her arms crossed ”pull up my emails and messages, please” and the laptop was a whir of activity, a few separate windows opening for her, partitioned so that she could see each individually ”alright, well let’s immediately delete the hate mail. You know the drill” a notable chunk of messages were selected and erased, and the woman sighed softly ”better than yesterday I suppose. They just don’t get us, do they?” the screen didn’t change, but the woman let out a little laughter ”right right, you’re a bit biased. No one else will talk to you like I do. I swear, personal devices have the best personality. Much less arrogant than desktop computers, or cars I don’t need to get started on those again”
Her personal business continued, Red checking on any important things like venue approvals, performance requests, etc. It was only halted by the chime of her phone on the table beside her ”speaker, please” the phone immediately answering for her with the speakerphone on.
”Red speaking”
”Miss Red, excellent performance tonight. I was wondering if you had a moment to speak about a possible research opportunity”
”Research opportunity? Let me guess, studying my voice like everyone else wants to”
”......” there was only silence from the other end
”Right. If that is all, I’d like to get back to my evening where I’m sure I’ll have other people approach me as such” and she reached over, tapping the red phone icon to hang up. She sighed and shook her head, running a hand through her hair ”everyone, back to sleep” all of the devices capable of listening, shutting down; her music, her phone, her computer, etc. Sometimes her blessing truly did feel like a curse.
