Bazmund

CONTAINMENT: Welcome to Facility B

@Nyxira I don’t recall the OOC post saying that we had lost our memories, did I miss something?

That being said, his memories might even be stored digitally at this point, so he might well remember shit. His room is locked with a traditional physical lock, which needs a key he doesn’t have, as part of his Purple containment. He’s a technopath, so if it had any degree of computer or electronic control it would risk him being let out as and when he pleases.

Edit: Just checked the first OOC AND IC posts, no mention of amnesia, and Justin has been captive for a few years by now.

Edit 2: Nevermind, I’m an idiot.

CONTAINMENT: Welcome to Facility B

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MP-2011-JB; Justin Böhmer

Purple Containment - The Ward

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A young-ish man, with a scrawny build and an almost gaunt face made dirty by rough stubble, crouched down at the entrance to the cage he'd awoken in. In his hands were the shards of a disassembled and broken fountain pen, improvised into a particularly crude and ineffective lockpick.

He had awoken a few hours ago, his head crawling and reeling, and by instinct alone he'd taken his medication before even asking himself the question of where he was - or indeed, who had put him there. It surely wasn't the kind of place he'd have gone on his own, or willingly at all; a cross between a prison cell and a side room in an especially unpleasant psychiatric hospital, the walls plastered with intricate drawings and writings, dotted and crossed with references to an obscure role playing game. Initially, he had gotten distracted by the details, flicking between pages and scanning the text of what seemed like stories written by a pair called Beobach and Klaus. It had occurred to the young man that he might have been one of the two, and he'd briefly compared his handwriting - but the only unifying factor there was that none of the three of them could write legibly anyway.

After that, he'd paced the room and inspected its contents, having already figured out that the front door was locked in a way he couldn't naturally fuck with. That had gone on for one and a half hours before the wretched whine of what might once have been an alarm went off, and the fluorescent lights in the room had started to flicker on and off.

Then he'd heard voices.

The door to his cell looked to be a construct of steel mesh, with copper wires running in the space between the two front surfaces, and a glass viewing window. The copper he figured was part of a Faraday cage - and a fragment of his inner self instinctively knew both why it was there, and that he had to break through it.

Click, click. Click. Clack.

The door didn't budge.

"Schieße!" He snarled as he caught a finger in the lock.

Whatever the thoughts roiling in the back of his head were, the locks and the keys they contained were clearly not physical - and whatever he was meant to be doing, it wasn't with his hands.

"Fuck. Hey yo, is anyone out there? I'm stuck in here, I can't do shit."

Paradigm Shift: Agents of Fate [Currently Accepting!]

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Siobhan

Niko swallowed hard, glancing around as if he were tracking movement.

"We haven't been watching you that closely, you know. Had no idea about the mirrors. No idea at all." He picked up the pace and started speed walking to the window. When he got to it, he ran his hand along the window lintel, tracing the spots where glass had once known a home - and his eyes lost their focus.

"Siobhan, what are you seeing in the mirrors? I can't see anything in them, I can't even see myself." Ana murmured, distracted by the space beyond the silver. "Can't even... I can't..."

Niko was mumbling to himself too, though with more purpose, more confidence, and with his eyes closed.

His eyes opened, his face shocked.

"I don't believe it."

He shook his head, and pressed his hand again the windowframe once more - to no avail.

He turned and shouted.

"There's no more fucking ma-" He was cut off abruptly by silence. His mouth kept moving, but the air between them blurred suddenly, and the noise simply stopped. In the mirrors, there was movement - movement not traceable to the physical world.

Movement in the shape of a man, stuck forever at the edge of your vision, almost as though they were avoiding it.

These presences, these additional things occupying the blackened space of the attic, living behind mirrors and behind Siobhan's mind - they could not speak. At least not with language.

But Siobhan felt her name being called. She could feel the weight of it on her mind - like a spring held down, like a mattress weighed upon, like paper folding.

Behind them, Niko was banging his fists against the barrier of nothing, that thick wall of thin air, screaming bloody murder.

"Siobhan! We have to get to the window!" Ana finally said, holding down her own eyes with her hands, shaking.

CONTAINMENT: Welcome to Facility B

Hackerman

Full Name:
Justin Klaus Böhmer

Age:
28

ID Number:
MP-2011-JB

Nationality:
German

Appearance:
MP-2011-JB is a caucasian-germanic male, who stands at 177cm of height, with a thinly built body and narrow proportions, and weight 67.3kg last measured [VOID]. His hair is a medium-dark brown, and he has fast growing facial hair of the same colour. His eyes are a grey-brown, matching File #MP2011JB-21 (Iris Photography, Forensics Dept.). His facial structure is best described as narrow, matching the rest of his build. MP-2011-JB's body does not bear any particular scarification, though he does have a set of tattoos on his right arm, comprising text in the fictional Tengwar alphabet which reads 'get rekt normie' in English once translated; the rest of this tattoo is composed of 'Elven' style decorative patterns, drawn from the same fictional setting of JRR Tolkien's 'Lord of the Rings'.


Background:
MP-2011-JB was born on the 1st of December, [VOID], the fifth and final child of an otherwise unremarkable, if affluent, upper-middle class family in [VOID], Germany. His early life was comfortable, though from his school reports it can be surmised that he had a tendency to seek attention in both the educational and home enviroments, and that this tendency quickly developed into poor and deviant behaviour in order to gain it. It is the belief of the Psychological Evaluation team that this stems from MP-2011-JB's perception that he was neglected by his parents in favour of his more overtly promising brothers and sisters - this is borne out by his eventual severance of contact with them in adulthood.

In spite of whatever his experiences as a young child were, his parents were quick to medicalise the problem, and sought the attention of medical professionals regarding his poor behaviour early on; MP-2011-JB was prescribed [VOID], a chemical stimulant licensed for use in paediatric [VOID], which he has since related that he enjoyed but did not find particularly helpful. After medical therapy proved ineffective, he was given talking therapy, but before long began to resist the positive influence of his therapist, describing him as a 'stooge', a 'goon', and a 'fraud'. Eventually, however, his parents were able to find a potentially positive avenue for him to focus his energy, at the same time as being able to largely pacify his destructive tendencies; Computers.

From the age of 13, MP-2011-JB had ready and reliable access to modern and powerful computing technologies, and the natural consequence of this was that he quickly developed a keen interest and talent for this field of work. For a time, his performance at school saw an improvement, and the previously problem child MP-2011-JB was beginning to show his academic potential - but as with all the other productive parts of his life, MP-2011-JB quickly subverted it.

By age 17 he had developed an online persona and frequented bulletin board sites relating to the practice of hacking, dabbling frequently in actively malicious activities himself. The majority of these illegal activities were essentially novel forms of prankster tricks - though when his parents began to restrict his allowance in the hopes that he would get a job he would gradually drift towards hacking for profit - and his internet identifier gained a modicum of reputation for his creative and intricate virtual-practical jokes and scams. This was the point at which 'b37ruG3r' first came into being - this being hacker jargon (also known as leetspeak [read; elite speak] or l33tsp34k) for the German word Betrüger, meaning a cheat, a swindler, or a deceiver. MP-2011-JB's online identity would evolve over the next decade, eventually dropping the character substitution of 'leetspeak' and changing the meaning behind the word. After he developed his powers at the age of 20, he made significant efforts to sever the connection between his Betrüger personality and his new one, known as Beobach - itself derived from the German word Beobachten, meaning To Observe. Betrüger had been a trickster with a reputation for petty injustices and malfeasance whereas, despite their similarities, Beobach had a darker and more serious reputation as an information control specialist and unethical hacker.

MP-2011-JB was able to evade detection by the [VOID] for four years after the development of his abilities, before he came up as an incidental finding during the course of a [VOID] cybersecurity investigation in [VOID]. For three months he then evaded pursuit before slipping off the radar completely, and remaining incognito for a further year and a half before he re-emergence and subsequent capture, during a complicated plan to defraud a major bank of [VOID]. It is currently believed that his last gambit was a plan to obtain enough financial security to last him a further [VOID], so that he could remain underground long enough for what he believed to be regular law enforcement to stop looking for him. Though he did not come quietly, after becoming used to his confinement he eventually admitted that it was a relief to finally be caught.

Powers:
Technempathy - The Intuitive and Innate understanding of the workings of technology and computers, as well as the ability to intuitively understand the contents of and data stored within said devices, as long as it is not in some way deliberately inaccessible. This power allows MP-2011-JB to understand binary in the same (or at least a similar) manner as he would a native language. This ability seems to be reliant on either proximity (up to 6m maximum in regular test environments, 'signal strength' dependent on distance) or the ability to perceive the relevant device with his mundane senses - though connections between two distinct devices can be used for the same purpose, with the 'signal strength' weakening for every degree of separation between MP-2011-JB and the new device.

Technobiological Interface - The ability to control and manipulate computers and technology by power of thought alone, including the use of such devices in manners not intended by their manufacturers, such as for the purposes of hacking or manipulation. It is for this ability's sake that MP-2011-JB has been designated Purple, and thus contained purely by way of conventional, physical means. The laws that govern MP-2011-JB's ability to interface with technology seem to be related directly to those that govern his ability to form empathic links to technology.

Privileges:

- One (1) Desk [IKEA LINNMON / ALEX]

- One (1) Free Standing Lamp [IKEA FLOOR UPLIGHTER LIGHT LAMP]

- Regular supply of blank and lined paper [A4 160g/m^2 COARSE SKETCHING PAPER, A4 100g/m^2 LINED PAPER WITH 1" MARGINS, 10 SHEETS OF EACH DAILY. CONSIDER SUPPLEMENTATION ON REQUEST.]

- Set of Artist's Pencils and Writing Pens [EASEHOME SKETCHING PENCIL SET, W/O SHARPENING KNIFE. PARKER SONNET DUO SET. INK REFILLS AND
PENCIL REPLACEMENTS AVAILABLE FOR GOOD BEHAVIOUR.]

- One (1) Waste Paper Bin [IKEA DOKUMENT MESH WASTE PAPER BASKET, 15L CAPACITY, EXAMINED REGULARLY]

- A Supply of White Tac and Permission to Decorate Quarters [GENERIC EQUIVALENT GRANTED. DECORATIONS REMOVED PERIODICALLY.] [Note: Subject MP-2011-JB has been designing supplementary material and story modules for [VOID], a dark fantasy tabletop role playing game set in [VOID]. Investigation ongoing into the potential for original [VOID] sourcebooks to be used as rewards for completing further testing.]

- Updates on future releases and sales on the Steam marketplace. [NOTE: This would be an incredible and unforgivable breach of Site Security, but bears possible avenues in terms of further psychological assessment. After much debate, and due to subject MP-2011-JB's eager compliance and comparable intolerance for fear and anxiety making him easy to control, the decision was made to render a heavily doctored stream of information available to him, exclusively through handwritten paper forms.]

[NOTE: Subject MP-2011-JB has repeatedly requested computing devices, airgapped for security, to use for personal leisure - requests which have at every turn been denied. These requests were initially for highly specific computing machines, designed for gaming and image processing, with powerful and expensive components - indeed, MP-2011-JB's requests even included specific part manufacturers; after three consecutive requests and attempts at negotiation despite categorical denial, MP-2011-JB was put through Discipline (see Incident Log #MP2011JB-3-2), and for a time refrained from making further requests - however, MP-2011-JB eventually began to submit more requests, gradually asking for less and less as they were denied again and again. Even after two further Discipline procedures, Subject MP-2011-JB would eventually return to asking for computers, in stark contrast to his normal behaviour which is best described as cowardly and appeasing. After his most recent request (Quote: "Raspberry Pi Zero W. Or anything. Just give me something. Please, dude, seriously, I don't even need batteries.") theories began to circulate that his motives for acquiring even functionally useless hardware might not be for mundane or habitual reasons. Blood tests and electroencephalography taken shortly after one of MP-2011-JB's most recent requests have highlighted a constant stress response not unlike some more generic forms of drug withdrawal symptoms in addicts, which is now believed to be related to his prolonged isolation from computer devices.

In light of this and under advisement from Site B's medical department, denial of MP-2011-JB's requests will continue as normal, with the following modifications:

• MP-2011-JB will no longer be punished for repeat requests of denied hardware.
• MP-2011-JB will be offered psychological and medical therapy in order to better cope with the symptoms of his tech-withdrawal.

End Note.]

[UPDATE: MP-2011-JB has denied talking therapy, but is partially controlling his symptoms with medical therapy. Withdrawal of punishment has been met favourably by MP-2011-JB. Frequency of denied requests has fallen from 2.6/month to 1.2/month. Medical are satisfied with MP-2011-JB's progress and are planning to follow up his medication in six weeks. Psychotherapy will be re-offered in three months.]

CONTAINMENT: Welcome to Facility B

Hackerman

Full Name:
Justin Klaus Böhmer

Age:
28

ID Number:
MP-2011-JB

Nationality:
German

Appearance:
MP-2011-JB is a caucasian-germanic male, who stands at 177cm of height, with a thinly built body and narrow proportions, and weight 67.3kg last measured [VOID]. His hair is a medium-dark brown, and he has fast growing facial hair of the same colour. His eyes are a grey-brown, matching File #MP2011JB-21 (Iris Photography, Forensics Dept.). His facial structure is best described as narrow, matching the rest of his build. MP-2011-JB's body does not bear any particular scarification, though he does have a set of tattoos on his right arm, comprising text in the fictional Tengwar alphabet which reads 'get rekt normie' in English once translated; the rest of this tattoo is composed of 'Elven' style decorative patterns, drawn from the same fictional setting of JRR Tolkien's 'Lord of the Rings'.


Background:
MP-2011-JB was born on the 1st of December, [VOID], the fifth and final child of an otherwise remarkable, if affluent, upper-middle class family in [VOID], Germany. His early life was comfortable, though from his school reports it can be surmised that he had a tendency to seek attention in both the educational and home enviroments, and that this tendency quickly developed into poor and deviant behaviour in order to gain it. It is the belief of the Psychological Evaluation team that this stems from MP-2011-JB's perception that he was neglected by his parents in favour of his more overtly promising brothers and sisters - this is borne out by his eventual severance of contact with them in adulthood.

In spite of whatever his experiences as a young child were, his parents were quick to medicalise the problem, and sought the attention of medical professionals regarding his poor behaviour early on; MP-2011-JB was prescribed [VOID], a chemical stimulant licensed for use in paediatric [VOID], which he has since related that he enjoyed but did not find particularly helpful. After medical therapy proved ineffective, he was given talking therapy, but before long began to resist the positive influence of his therapist, describing him as a 'stooge', a 'goon', and a 'fraud'. Eventually, however, his parents were able to find a potentially positive avenue for him to focus his energy, at the same time as being able to largely pacify his destructive tendencies; Computers.

From the age of 13, MP-2011-JB had ready and reliable access to modern and powerful computing technologies, and the natural consequence of this was that he quickly developed a keen interest and talent for this field of work. For a time, his performance at school saw an improvement, and the previously problem child MP-2011-JB was beginning to show his academic potential - but as with all the other productive parts of his life, MP-2011-JB quickly subverted it.

By age 17 he had developed an online persona and frequented bulletin board sites relating to the practice of hacking, dabbling frequently in actively malicious activities himself. The majority of these illegal activities were essentially novel forms of prankster tricks - though when his parents began to restrict his allowance in the hopes that he would get a job he would gradually drift towards hacking for profit - and his internet identifier gained a modicum of reputation for his creative and intricate virtual-practical jokes and scams. This was the point at which 'b37ruG3r' first came into being - this being hacker jargon (also known as leetspeak [read; elite speak] or l33tsp34k) for the German word Betrüger, meaning a cheat, a swindler, or a deceiver. MP-2011-JB's online identity would evolve over the next decade, eventually dropping the character substitution of 'leetspeak' and changing the meaning behind the word. After he developed his powers at the age of 20, he made significant efforts to sever the connection between his Betrüger personality and his new one, known as Beobach - itself derived from the German word Beobachten, meaning To Observe. Betrüger had been a trickster with a reputation for petty injustices and malfeasance whereas, despite their similarities, Beobach had a darker and more serious reputation as an information control specialist and unethical hacker.

MP-2011-JB was able to evade detection by the [VOID] for four years after the development of his abilities, before he came up as an incidental finding during the course of a [VOID] cybersecurity investigation in [VOID]. For three months he then evaded pursuit before slipping off the radar completely, and remaining incognito for a further year and a half before he re-emergence and subsequent capture, during a complicated plan to defraud a major bank of [VOID]. It is currently believed that his last gambit was a plan to obtain enough financial security to last him a further [VOID], so that he could remain underground long enough for what he believed to be regular law enforcement to stop looking for him. Though he did not come quietly, after becoming used to his confinement he eventually admitted that it was a relief to finally be caught.

Powers:
Technempathy - The Intuitive and Innate understanding of the workings of technology and computers, as well as the ability to intuitively understand the contents of and data stored within said devices, as long as it is not in some way deliberately inaccessible. This power allows MP-2011-JB to understand binary in the same (or at least a similar) manner as he would a native language. This ability seems to be reliant on either proximity (up to 6m maximum in regular test environments, 'signal strength' dependent on distance) or the ability to perceive the relevant device with his mundane senses - though connections between two distinct devices can be used for the same purpose, with the 'signal strength' weakening for every degree of separation between MP-2011-JB and the new device.

Technobiological Interface - The ability to control and manipulate computers and technology by power of thought alone, including the use of such devices in manners not intended by their manufacturers, such as for the purposes of hacking or manipulation. It is for this ability's sake that MP-2011-JB has been designated Purple, and thus contained purely by way of conventional, physical means. The laws that govern MP-2011-JB's ability to interface with technology seem to be related directly to those that govern his ability to form empathic links to technology.

Privileges:

- One (1) Desk [IKEA LINNMON / ALEX]

- One (1) Free Standing Lamp [IKEA FLOOR UPLIGHTER LIGHT LAMP]

- Regular supply of blank and lined paper [A4 160g/m^2 COARSE SKETCHING PAPER, A4 100g/m^2 LINED PAPER WITH 1" MARGINS, 10 SHEETS OF EACH DAILY. CONSIDER SUPPLEMENTATION ON REQUEST.]

- Set of Artist's Pencils and Writing Pens [EASEHOME SKETCHING PENCIL SET, W/O SHARPENING KNIFE. PARKER SONNET DUO SET. INK REFILLS AND
PENCIL REPLACEMENTS AVAILABLE FOR GOOD BEHAVIOUR.]

- One (1) Waste Paper Bin [IKEA DOKUMENT MESH WASTE PAPER BASKET, 15L CAPACITY, EXAMINED REGULARLY]

- A Supply of White Tac and Permission to Decorate Quarters [GENERIC EQUIVALENT GRANTED. DECORATIONS REMOVED PERIODICALLY.] [Note: Subject MP-2011-JB has been designing supplementary material and story modules for [VOID], a dark fantasy tabletop role playing game set in [VOID]. Investigation ongoing into the potential for original [VOID] sourcebooks to be used as rewards for completing further testing.]

- Updates on future releases and sales on the Steam marketplace. [NOTE: This would be an incredible and unforgivable breach of Site Security, but bears possible avenues in terms of further psychological assessment. After much debate, and due to subject MP-2011-JB's eager compliance and comparable intolerance for fear and anxiety making him easy to control, the decision was made to render a heavily doctored stream of information available to him, exclusively through handwritten paper forms.]

[NOTE: Subject MP-2011-JB has repeatedly requested computing devices, airgapped for security, to use for personal leisure - requests which have at every turn been denied. These requests were initially for highly specific computing machines, designed for gaming and image processing, with powerful and expensive components - indeed, MP-2011-JB's requests even included specific part manufacturers; after three consecutive requests and attempts at negotiation despite categorical denial, MP-2011-JB was put through Discipline (see Incident Log #MP2011JB-3-2), and for a time refrained from making further requests - however, MP-2011-JB eventually began to submit more requests, gradually asking for less and less as they were denied again and again. Even after two further Discipline procedures, Subject MP-2011-JB would eventually return to asking for computers, in stark contrast to his normal behaviour which is best described as cowardly and appeasing. After his most recent request (Quote: "Raspberry Pi Zero W. Or anything. Just give me something. Please, dude, seriously, I don't even need batteries.") theories began to circulate that his motives for acquiring even functionally useless hardware might not be for mundane or habitual reasons. Blood tests and electroencephalography taken shortly after one of MP-2011-JB's most recent requests have highlighted a constant stress response not unlike some more generic forms of drug withdrawal symptoms in addicts, which is now believed to be related to his prolonged isolation from computer devices.

In light of this and under advisement from Site B's medical department, denial of MP-2011-JB's requests will continue as normal, with the following modifications:

• MP-2011-JB will no longer be punished for repeat requests of denied hardware.
• MP-2011-JB will be offered psychological and medical therapy in order to better cope with the symptoms of his tech-withdrawal.

End Note.]

[UPDATE: MP-2011-JB has denied talking therapy, but is partially controlling his symptoms with medical therapy. Withdrawal of punishment has been met favourably by MP-2011-JB. Frequency of denied requests has fallen from 2.6/month to 1.2/month. Medical are satisfied with MP-2011-JB's progress and are planning to follow up his medication in six weeks. Psychotherapy will be re-offered in three months.]

False Motives [OPEN]

CS

_{Sammy Sharpe
◄ 42 ▎ MALE ▎ 6"0 ►}

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The former EOD Staff Sergeant Samuel Sharpe is a pale shadow of his former self, half consumed by paranoia and fear, the remaining half kept from decay and destruction by nothing more than the breadth of a hair and the abuse of copious chemical stimulants; now known primarily as Sharp for the quickness of his mind and the nature of afflicted existence, stripped down to a ragged edge from the person he used to be. Even his bed is practically wrapped in tripwires - a holdover from the days where a smartly placed claymore was all that came between his life and a knife at night. In spite of all this, however, Samuel is still a genuinely bright and intelligent man, educated too. He thinks quickly and sees more than he lets on, drawing conclusions and working with them like a flash of lightning, sifting lies from truth and connecting the dots of the plot behind the plot. Apart from that, there is only the rare turn of compassion or generosity to show you that Samuel Sharpe still exists as anything other than a legal name. Sharp alone is who he is now.

The ex-trooper sports a tall and wiry athletic build, standing at about 6"0, bound with deceptively dense muscle and sinew. His hair is dense, thick, and untidy, dotted with streaks of grey and white. His eyes seem to dart constantly between any company he keeps, the door of the room they're in, and his own gun. The left side of his face and head is peppered with streaks and dots of scar tissue from a fragmentation grenade explosion at medium range some years ago. His left arm bears a Vlhakian Armed Forces division tattoo, complete with regiment name, rank and serial number, and medical identifier - to be specific, the original insignia is a kite shield of green and white, bearing a black sword crossed with a black hammer in front of it, all upon a field of cross-hatching. It used to glow thanks to implanted NanoLEDs, but no longer, as the entire design has been crossed out with a pair of scars inflicted with a kitchen knife. The term 'EOD' is still identifiable, however. His right arm is also tattooed with a full sleeve of cultural design, utterly covered with the intricate interlocking branches of an oak tree in an old Antrean ethnic design. In minute text between some of the branches text in a dead, celtic-esque language can be seen. Even Sharp doesn't know what it says. The area around his ID tag has been mutilated during several tampering attempts, and is now a mangled mess of purplish scar tissue that he is barely able to hide with makeup during his brief trips into the city.


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To sum it up, nice and concise like, Sammy was born in the heart of Vlhakia, a pure, hot blooded Vlhakian boy. His early life was comfortable, if not wealthy or extravagant, and while he did not quite want for nothing it was certainly true that his needs were met - at least until the beginning of the Antrean war of secession from the empire, and the subsequent crash of the economy. When he was 20, his older brother joined the army, and when he was 21 he followed. They were put in separate regiments, but often occupied the same bases - his brother was going through the officer selection process for a mechanised battle group, and he had delved instead into combat engineering, which meant their specialisms complemented each other. They were reasonably well paid, and their food and lodging was taken care of by the general service corps, which put them at an advantage over their gradually more and more poverty-stricken countrymen - so ultimately, life was actually pretty good.

Life stayed pretty good for a while, as they gradually got educated in the art of warfare, and their nationalistic indoctrination reached its final stages.

Then they went to war. It was their job to suppress the growing Antrean rebellion before they were forced to acknowledge their independence, and in this endeavour they were doomed to fail. Antrea is a resource rich region, and the locals knew the landscape better than them. There were ambushes left and right, sneak attacks in the dead of night by Antrean commando units, throats being cut and bombs being set along the roads for their convoys. Sharp came a few centimetres from death more than a few times during the doomed campaign, and every time he did it stripped a little more of the man he'd used to be away from him. It got worse and worse, his mind becoming more and more twisted and convoluted by the stress of war, until eventually his brothers in arms began firing on civilians too.

To be perfectly fair, the Antreans were committing perfidy by using plainclothes commandos. That was a war crime.

But they weren't just killing suspects, they were killing everyone. Eventually Sharp would find out - long after the war was over - that his and his brother's detachment had been literally the most criminal element of the Vlhakian military during that conflict. Mass graves. Lynchings. Firing squads. Eventually it didn't matter who they were killing, they just needed a way to hurt Antrea, to get revenge on them for the hell they were going through.

Sharp found himself staring at an entire family, hanged from lamp posts in a shitty little backwater town, at two in the morning.

He couldn't do it any more.

He went around the battalion's vehicles and he rigged their fuel lines to dump uncontrollably into the engine when the engines were revved, and then he unhooked the safeties on the weapons caches. The moment they were turned on, the moment they tried to run another civilian down, the trucks, the APCs, the tanks - they would set their own fuel tanks alight, burn, and then light off their own magazines and explode.

Nobody asked him a single question while he did it. Nobody bothered. He was Vlhakian, he was a ranking NCO, he was the little brother of the most popular Captain in the company.

The one mistake he made was in trying to warn his brother, to get him out of there before it happened.

When he did, his brother initially didn't believe him - but then when he did, he flew into a rage and tried to kill him, driven mad by the grief of war, by the sheer bereavement of learning that his own brother was a traitor. If Sharp hadn't fought back, he'd have been hanged the very next day, with the next group of innocents. Instead, he did, and slew his own brother.

The struggle was loud enough that an alarm was raised, and as his brother lay clutching at the knife wound in his chest, staring incredulously at Sharp and mouthing the words 'fucking traitor' over and over and over and over and over again, the first explosions went off.

The detachment was later registered as destroyed. Many of the men were listed as KIA - and Sharp was listed as MIA.

On his way out of their camp, he got caught by a piece of shrapnel, and was set to bleed to death before he made it anywhere - but instead, he found himself in the arms of an Antrean guerilla who had already been planning to attack the camp. Rather than killing him outright, the guerilla took him in and nursed him back to health - initially so that he could be interrogated properly, but when he found out what Sharp had done, so that he could genuinely recover. The compassion the guerilla showed him, the traditions he was taught, the justice he saw in the Antrean system...

Years later, as an unofficial resident of Antrea, and an employee of the 43rd Precinct, he would disfigure his regimental tattoo and get it redone in Old Antrean in the man's honour.

_{M E M O R I E S}

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_{T H O U G H T S}

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CONTAINMENT: Welcome to Facility B

Hackerman

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MP-2011-JB

Justin Böhmer

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Full Name:
Justin Klaus Böhmer

Age:
28

ID Number:
MP-2011-JB

Nationality:
German

Appearance:
MP-2011-JB is a caucasian-germanic male, who stands at 177cm of height, with a thinly built body and narrow proportions, and weight 67.3kg last measured [VOID]. His hair is a medium-dark brown, and he has fast growing facial hair of the same colour. His eyes are a grey-brown, matching File #MP2011JB-21 (Iris Photography, Forensics Dept.). His facial structure is best described as narrow, matching the rest of his build. MP-2011-JB's body does not bear any particular scarification, though he does have a set of tattoos on his right arm, comprising text in the fictional Tengwar alphabet which reads 'get rekt normie' in English once translated; the rest of this tattoo is composed of 'Elven' style decorative patterns, drawn from the same fictional setting of JRR Tolkien's 'Lord of the Rings'.


Background:
MP-2011-JB was born on the 1st of December, [VOID], the fifth and final child of an otherwise remarkable, if affluent, upper-middle class family in [VOID], Germany. His early life was comfortable, though from his school reports it can be surmised that he had a tendency to seek attention in both the educational and home enviroments, and that this tendency quickly developed into poor and deviant behaviour in order to gain it. It is the belief of the Psychological Evaluation team that this stems from MP-2011-JB's perception that he was neglected by his parents in favour of his more overtly promising brothers and sisters - this is borne out by his eventual severance of contact with them in adulthood.

In spite of whatever his experiences as a young child were, his parents were quick to medicalise the problem, and sought the attention of medical professionals regarding his poor behaviour early on; MP-2011-JB was prescribed [VOID], a chemical stimulant licensed for use in paediatric [VOID], which he has since related that he enjoyed but did not find particularly helpful. After medical therapy proved ineffective, he was given talking therapy, but before long began to resist the positive influence of his therapist, describing him as a 'stooge', a 'goon', and a 'fraud'. Eventually, however, his parents were able to find a potentially positive avenue for him to focus his energy, at the same time as being able to largely pacify his destructive tendencies; Computers.

From the age of 13, MP-2011-JB had ready and reliable access to modern and powerful computing technologies, and the natural consequence of this was that he quickly developed a keen interest and talent for this field of work. For a time, his performance at school saw an improvement, and the previously problem child MP-2011-JB was beginning to show his academic potential - but as with all the other productive parts of his life, MP-2011-JB quickly subverted it.

By age 17 he had developed an online persona and frequented bulletin board sites relating to the practice of hacking, dabbling frequently in actively malicious activities himself. The majority of these illegal activities were essentially novel forms of prankster tricks - though when his parents began to restrict his allowance in the hopes that he would get a job he would gradually drift towards hacking for profit - and his internet identifier gained a modicum of reputation for his creative and intricate virtual-practical jokes and scams. This was the point at which 'b37ruG3r' first came into being - this being hacker jargon (also known as leetspeak [read; elite speak] or l33tsp34k) for the German word Betrüger, meaning a cheat, a swindler, or a deceiver. MP-2011-JB's online identity would evolve over the next decade, eventually dropping the character substitution of 'leetspeak' and changing the meaning behind the word. After he developed his powers at the age of 20, he made significant efforts to sever the connection between his Betrüger personality and his new one, known as Beobach - itself derived from the German word Beobachten, meaning To Observe. Betrüger had been a trickster with a reputation for petty injustices and malfeasance whereas, despite their similarities, Beobach had a darker and more serious reputation as an information control specialist and unethical hacker.

MP-2011-JB was able to evade detection by the [VOID] for four years after the development of his abilities, before he came up as an incidental finding during the course of a [VOID] cybersecurity investigation in [VOID]. For three months he then evaded pursuit before slipping off the radar completely, and remaining incognito for a further year and a half before he re-emergence and subsequent capture, during a complicated plan to defraud a major bank of [VOID]. It is currently believed that his last gambit was a plan to obtain enough financial security to last him a further [VOID], so that he could remain underground long enough for what he believed to be regular law enforcement to stop looking for him. Though he did not come quietly, after becoming used to his confinement he eventually admitted that it was a relief to finally be caught.

Powers:
Technempathy - The Intuitive and Innate understanding of the workings of technology and computers, as well as the ability to intuitively understand the contents of and data stored within said devices, as long as it is not in some way deliberately inaccessible. This power allows MP-2011-JB to understand binary in the same (or at least a similar) manner as he would a native language. This ability seems to be reliant on either proximity (up to 6m maximum in regular test environments, 'signal strength' dependent on distance) or the ability to perceive the relevant device with his mundane senses - though connections between two distinct devices can be used for the same purpose, with the 'signal strength' weakening for every degree of separation between MP-2011-JB and the new device.

Technobiological Interface - The ability to control and manipulate computers and technology by power of thought alone, including the use of such devices in manners not intended by their manufacturers, such as for the purposes of hacking or manipulation. It is for this ability's sake that MP-2011-JB has been designated Purple, and thus contained purely by way of conventional, physical means. The laws that govern MP-2011-JB's ability to interface with technology seem to be related directly to those that govern his ability to form empathic links to technology.

Privileges:
- One (1) Desk [IKEA LINNMON / ALEX]
- One (1) Free Standing Lamp [IKEA FLOOR UPLIGHTER LIGHT LAMP]
- One (1) Desktop Computer - [NOTE: MP-2011-JB gave clear specifications for this device. They were rejected, and substituted with inferior parts that could not feasibly constitute a threat to the [VOID].]
- Three (3) Monitors - [ACER 21.5" 60HZ]
- A Small Selection of Singleplayer and Multiplayer video games, including but not limited to; Age of Empires II Definitive Edition, Age of Empires Gold, Age of Empires III Complete Edition, Hearts of Iron IV, Stellaris, Minecraft, the Half Life collection, and Counter Strike: Source.
- Updates on future releases and sales on the Steam marketplace. [NOTE: This would be an incredible and unforgivable breach of Site Security, but bears possible avenues in terms of further psychological assessment. After much debate, and due to subject MP-2011-JB's eager compliance and comparable intolerance for fear and anxiety making him easy to control, the decision was made to render a heavily doctored stream of information available to him, exclusively through handwritten paper forms.]

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Siobhan

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"What the fuck?!" Ana yelled reflexively in her native Polish.

"Christ!" Niko winced as Siobhan started to go off like an unstable siren. "What the fuck is it? They're just-" He started to snap at her as the wreck of the woman started rambling at him, before looking around at the mirrors and cutting himself off.

His gaze unfocused, his eyes looked at things unseen, and then his body tensed.

Every hair on end, like needles, or knifepoint.

"We... need to go." Niko blinked, faltering, as he took a weak backwards step towards the window.

"What is going on? Siobhan, what is the matter?" Ana reached out to touch Siobhan, before thinking better of it and settling for moving into Siobhan's line of sight. "What's wrong with the mirrors?"

And then the light flickered.

Not like a lamp. Not like a bulb receiving a spotty current. Not like a candle.

Like something had, for a split-hair fraction of a second, stepped in front of the only light source in the attic - the window itself, their route to safety - and then leapt out of the way.

For Siobhan, the mirrors were beginning to move, her self and her self and her self and her self rolling and rolling and rolling and spinning over and over, things becoming visible behind her behind her behind her behind her, blood and blood or blood if blood in her mouth - the taste and the smell and the fear of it...

But the pain lifted. A little. And something disappeared from the mirrors.

She wasn't sure what. But something.

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Siobhan

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Niko chuffed in amusement, not unlike a particularly savvy cat.

“Do I look like a Bohemian to you?” His eyebrow quirked as he looked back over his shoulder, and they reached the attic. “Although, as it happens, defenestration of a sort is precisely what will be happening here.”

Ana shook her head disapprovingly.

“I really must warn you though, it is rather odd up here. If you find yourself motion sick easily, or dislike optical illusions, you may wish to close your eyes.”

The interior of the attic would be best described as somewhat bizarre; although it was for the most part comprised of supports and empty space, some of which was occupied by random clutter and previous belongings as it should be in any attic, the beams holding the roof up had been reconfigured around its middle. Rather than occurring in regular rows and columns, they had been delicately rearranged to form a rough semicircle - at the centre of which, set into the roof in that way they often are, was a window. Facing the window, four metres back from it, there was a great armchair of dark red leather, its arms and its seat stained with something ancient and once-vital.

The arrangement of the room was not, however, its most bizarre quality.

No. The strangest thing was that whomever had once occupied it had clearly devoted a tremendous expense in terms of time and manpower both to hanging broken shards of mirror almost everywhere apart from the semicircle itself.

Three metres between each share, equidistant all of them. All at the same height.

“I told you, it’s weird up here. I’ve been trying to figure out why they did it - right now I think they were looking for power, or protection, but...”

He trailed off. Did he trail off? He may have trailed off, or Siobhan’s ears may have given up in protest.

No, her ears were working. She could hear it when the pull-down stairs up to the attic slammed shut behind her, hard.

Like they were pushed. Or thrown.

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@Nate1008

Heyo. Not to worry about inactivity to be honest, we’ve been taking our time ourselves, and school does have to come first. Feel free to complete your app, but I should say that for the time being I’d like the current character roster to stay the way it is. If you finish your sheet and submit it, we’ll get back to you on it all the same, but I do not currently have any plans for creating a point where we can add cast members easily.