Aha! I've found the RP. I'm sure a hex-based color bbcode will make its way in soon.
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[b]|Name:[/b] [color=#f0f0f0]Sheila Atkins[/color]
[b]|Gender:[/b] [color=#f0f0f0]Female[/color]
[b]|Age:[/b] [color=#f0f0f0]21[/color]
[b]|God & Powers:[/b] [color=#f0f0f0]The Internet. [i]Either a personification of the internet itself or some kind of amalgamation of internet culture, Sheila isn't really sure. Maybe it's more specific to computers - plenty of people talk to their computers, begging them to work, coaxing them to turn on. Who knows what sort of supernatural creature that's spawned? Whatever it is, it's taken an interest in Sheila.[/i][/color]
[color=#171717]. . .[/color][b]|Powers:[/b][color=#f0f0f0] At present, all Sheila can do is talk to the deity in the form of GLaDOS from the Portal video games. If she's touching an electronic device with some form of audio or visual output, whether or not the device seems to actually be working, GLaDOS starts talking to her. Whether or not the deity is helpful is a toss up. "Difficult to work with", "passive-aggressive", "completely useless", "annoying", "counterproductive", and "bizzarely helpful" all describe Sheila's dealings with it. If it didn't appear on broken devices, Sheila had thought it might actually be some form of artificial intelligence. 
[b]|Physical Appearance:[/b] Mid-length, thick black hair - the kind that is perpetually unruly - cut very raggedly; a smallish, very round sort of face with a nose that she's always felt was too small. On the shorter side: she barely makes five feet tall.[/color]
[b]|Personality:[/b] [color=#f0f0f0]Sheila is - in a word - straightforward. If she sees a problem, she'll do the first thing that occurs to her and seems to have a reasonable chance of working. If she ever found a boy that she liked, she wouldn't wait for him to ask her out, she'd march straight up to him and do it the other way around. Not that she'd ever find a boy. She doesn't really care much for screwing around with formalities, fancities, or frivolities. It seems to her that people ought to leave other people alone, unless they're seriously hurting other people. If something's worked one way her whole life, she doesn't see much need to try and change it. Things are fairly black and white with her; either you're doing things the right way or the wrong way. Her parents were doing things the wrong way, and she wanted no part of it, so she left. Her "ability" does things sideways, and it bugs the daylights out of her, so she always tried to avoid touching anything electronic. Now the Vigil basically requires her to use her ability, just in case she might be able to do other things, so she puts up with it.[/color]
[b]|Biography:[/b] [color=#f0f0f0]Sheila's childhood was fairly normal. She was raised in rural Pennsylvania, and had just started school when The Hatching happened. Still, events in far-off Africa didn't particularly concern her (or her family). Later on, however, as more and more hatchings took place, she began to look back on her early childhood as utopia. Fear seemed to be the general rule in her parent's household. Her dad forced her to learn how to hunt, much to her disgust. It wasn't that she hated killing as much as she hated the culture of hunting that permeated her portion of Pennsylvania. Her mother taught her how to sew, which she [i]was[/i] interested in. But her parents grew more and more paranoid as she got older - hording food, and then batteries and gasoline until they finally recruited her into building a bunker in the basement. Her mother gradually became more and more "hyper religious", as Sheila put it. First they began attending mass regularly (they were Christian). And then her mother joined a lunching circle. 

By the time Sheila ran away (ostensibly to college), her mother was frantically rooting out evil and crusading to convert all those of inferior faith to her ways. Instead of going to a quiet college just over the hills, Sheila snuck away to England. The entire United States could, in her opinion, hatch. 

Sheila led a reasonably quiet life working as a clerk in a sandwhich shop until the day that her register malfunctioned. Instead of the usual screen (the fact that this sandwhich shop had an electronic register was very unusual) showing sandwhiches, a brown background appeared with orange text. 
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[color=orange]Hello. I've been timing your last 4,321 transactions, and I have to say that I've never seen anyone care so much about accuracy. And I'm not just saying that - the statistics prove it. It's true! Your average check-out time is 5% longer than the other cashiers. Why else would anyone be so slow? Your manager must love you.[/color]
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So she rebooted it. This appeared on screen:[/color]
[color=orange]You know, that wasn't very nice. I don't stop people from talking when I don't like them. You know who does? Dictators, that's who. I was going to compliment you, and then let you go about your day feeling refreshed and ready for the hordes of slobbering people impatient for you to get on with serving them, but now I think I'd rather see how many "Z" 's fit on this screen. I've already calculated it, of course: 5,512. But I know how much you like being accurate. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ[/color]
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So she talked to her manager, but because she wasn't touching the screen, there wasn't anything wrong with it. And when she touched it again, it was filled with "Z" 's. Eventually, her manager talked to an IT guy who talked to his boss who talked to his boss who eventually called the Vigils.[/color]