She knows they are frightened of her: she can see it in their wide-eyed stares at the chrome implants, the red eyes, the dead hair- then jerk away in shame when her gaze confronts them. Biotech might have earned a little acceptance (bit by bit) in the minds of the common people, yet Jaclyn Janeway has so much more than a few modifications.

Yes, she sees them watching her. Then she smiles. Then she sweetly says hello.

It doesn't take anyone long to notice her lightening intellect, or her equally impressive kindness. She talks fast, thinks fast, and befriends fast. She has an acerbic sense of sarcasm, but also a compliment for everyone. It is in her nature to be loving.

Even when the implants try tugging her in another direction.

Her brain's condition worsens every day right up until treatment. Months pass Voice by, until her naturally determined and optimistic personality is overshadowed by a quiet suffering. Insomnia forms bags under eyes, paranoia takes away her cheer, depression steals the light out of her smile. Psychosis will finally rob her of sanity- nothing is left.

On a lighter note, she enjoys gardening. Since receiving her final brigade of biotech, she's taken up an interest in growing otherwise sickly plants on artificial substrates and hydroponics.

On another, slightly less light note, she's terrified of doctors and robots.



Jaclyn Joy Janeway was born broken.

A malformed segment of the brain left her incapable of reaching much beyond an eight-year-old's conception of the world. When she was young, her well-achieved mother and masculine father looked at her as an extension of their success: a beautiful little daughter who would make great things of herself, they were certain. When her mental flaw was uncovered, that joy turned to parental fear.

She was given her first biotech implant.

It small one, buried deep into her brain tissue, but the results were miraculous. Her intelligence sky-rocketed, she was taken from the "special" classes to the normal ones, social skills finally showed signs of life. But while no one could see the electric device adjusting her mind's every signal, she could feel it. It hurt. Very, very badly. Only after months of that little girl begging to "go back the way I was" did a shocked doctor realize the implant was destroying her. It was irremovable, but also unsustainable. She was on the path to death.

So to counteract the malfunctioning, she received five implants.

A few years passed peacefully. "Jackie", she was calling herself, was predominately the star pupil of all her teachers. Then the decay began once more: her movements were jerking, her steps were off. Her mother noticed bruises over the preteen's arms and legs, a new mark left whenever she rammed herself into furniture. Worse, she was talking to herself frequently- nobody could ignore the paranoia, either, or the gradual slip into depression. "Your brain is still fighting the original implant. By rejecting our machinery," the doctor sagely intoned, "your immune system is killing you!"

They could only hope that, by adding yet more devices, they would be able to force the girl's decaying body into accepting her original implantations.

It worked. After years spent under surgery, modification and adaptation... Jaclyn was finally safe. With, however, a cruel irony: her parents did this all to give her a normal childhood, but now it was too late for that. She was a teenager. A teenager with a lightning scar of metal veins running through her body, a prosthetic limb replacing her left arm, and a computer articulating thoughts on her behalf. She was intelligent, and she was (mostly) sane, but she was not a child any longer. Even with the best efforts of the best professionals her family could afford, the original implant was never perfect. She still requires treatment every few months, or a deep insanity will grab hold of you.

As the years passed, Jaclyn became a sort of home-brewed academic. She never obtained a degree- citing impatience as an excuse not to bother with college- but she surprises everyone with a knowledge of botany, chemistry, physics, engineering and history. However, she's shied away from anything related to biotech.

Given her base of knowledge combined with that propensity for insanity, it is no wonder that she fell into the path of forbidden magics. She was never aggressive or anarchistic, but she did align with painstakers- more from a general curiosity than any sort of dangerous intent.

It was through this underground culture that she first came in contact with a Cleaner who, upon discovering Jacklyn's propensity for atomic control, offered her recruitment. With the growing, growing, growing threat of "permanent brain malfunction" at her back, it was an easy choice for her to join the Cleaners. She feels a drive to do something valuable with her life before it's too late, and a responsibility not to waste the second opportunity this technology has granted her.

Thought Division
Vivian is a Supercomputer on two legs with an Antenna on her head. Able to split her mind into multiple partitions capable to work independent or together.

What originally started out harmless, nourished into an ability that could control an entire mechanized army of death robots - as long as she has access to it. While wireless signals are easy prey to Vivi; closed off networks need some sort of entry-point: something simple like her finger touching an USB port could already suffice. While this may be useful against anything that is not a Nightmare, Vivian had to put some serious effort into developing her ability into something that was of use as a Cleaner. Ultimately, she ended up to be more of a support role - for now.

Overclocking
Vivian's manipulation of devices doesn't have to be negative. Instead, the girl is also capable of overclocking the equipment of her allies. While Overclocking has usually a bad effect on the Hardware Vivian's Algorithm Control is capable to minimize the dangers.

Algorithm Control
Vivian sees everything made up of algorithms. Every (re)action is followed by one, or multiple, (re)action(s). Vivian is capable of manipulating those - to an extent. Giving her or her team a more favourable outcome.

Gl1tch.exe
A simple reactive offensive spell that aims to disrupt her foe. The power of this ability can vary immensely - though Vivian isn't capable of producing anything too strong. Just like the name suggest, Gl1tch.exe doesn't have to create a logical result: a gun that is about to shot a bullet could instead let out a bouquet.

Link-Up!
Through simple contact with others, Vivian is capable of 'linking up' with them, treating their mind just like her own. Usually used to enhance the strength of other spell casters or collecting information. The closer the contact, the better Vivi can help. Reading the entire brain, memories and so on of someone else however requires contact on a level she refuses to do.