I can has crazy person?

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Name: 
Iphigenia Tsubame

Age of Death: 
17 

Gender: 
Female

Appearance: 
Clean. Institutionally clean. Her hair is always neatly done and her clothes bloody spotless, like her room. She’d rather dress up than dress down, and likes blazers, a lot. 

Personality: 

[i]“Studies prove there is a direct correlation between obsessive cleaning and sociopathy, and by extension, the inclination to murder or otherwise exhibit anti-social behaviors.”
-Iphigenia Tsubame, AP Psychology paper.[/i]

Preppy, proactive, and friendly, Iphigenia is every bit the role-model high-school junior. A person that plays sports, sings karaoke, and is fantastic with electronics, she is seen by others as an easy to approach and amicable person. She is empathetic and has a stunning ability to lead, to the point that she was elected class representative at the beginning of her third year, and was poised to win her school’s student council elections.

Yet something seems a bit off about her. Her jokes and comments always seem to allude to death or some other morbid joke, but probably most disconcerting is her tendency to clean. She is always crisp and neat and always wears well ironed, spotless clothes. If she gets a bit of dirt or some sort of stain on her clothes, she disappears for hours on end, only to appear with her hands in the pockets of new clothes, and a forced, demure smile. Some people swear they see something metallic on her body, but can never pinpoint what it is. 

Those that visit her home see a similar scene of neatness; the rooms are spotless, with nary a piece of dust to be found. Framed pictures are perfectly centered and horizontal to the ground, there is [i]nothing[/i] on tables, and everything is inexplicably lined up, with no crooked placements to be found. Even her computer space is sterile; for an electronics guru like her, that is unusual indeed. Wires are perfectly coiled, discs neatly arranged and cataloged, and the PC desktop is spotless. Alongside her neatly arranged collection of computer and audio equipment is a disconcertingly large collection of knives and scalpels in a Pelican case, with many of the spots for the weapons empty, presumably on her person. 

Perhaps “something off” is a bit of an understatement. Role model student, you say? More like cold-blooded psychopath and an unrivaled control freak that happens to be role-model student. The only reason she hasn’t stuck a hunting knife in somebody’s back or slit somebody’s throat with a scalpel is because she’s fully aware of her own condition to the point where she emphasizes with others (but just doesn’t really care, and can essentially turn it off at will) and has enough self-restraint to not go on a super stabby-spree. Even then, the only reason she does that is because she doesn’t trust herself to not get caught killing somebody, and getting stuck in a looney-bin while the government attempts to brainwash you and feed you apple sauce every day is not a very enjoyable pastime. 

Now, don’t get her wrong, she is not the type to explode or go batshit insane. She’s actually pretty reliable, and just likes poking things. With knives. Or killing things. She likes the idea of that too; it's one of the things she fantasizes about. Her only real trigger button is the matter of cleanliness, but for all intents-and-purposes, besides the whole bringing knives to school and stuff, Iphigenia has it under control. Really. 

Biography: 

Iphigenia Tsubame was a junior high school student in London before her death. From a young age, the control-seeking girl recognized that the growing computer industry was the place to go and took up basic programming on her own. It quickly became her main hobby, and as she grew older, expanded to include computer hardware, radio, audio, and general electronics. 

Throughout her short life, she was always the smart, popular girl that knew a bit about computers. To others, this seemed normal enough, but Iphigenia began to take it to the next level , first delving into hacking, then spying on others, and then social engineering. 

After getting into high school, she joined the robotics team and joined a programming club. This was also the time that Iphigenia became a little more… unstable. She began to keep an unusual amount of tabs on her fellow students through her skills, and on the odd occasion, would use this and the threat of violence as blackmail for the times where things... didn't go as well as they should.

She had no real aim in life; no life goal, no ultimate dream, but she really liked collecting her electronics and knives. In sophomore year, she started doing freelance work for large companies as a “security analyst,” in which she would attempt to crack, break in, neutralize, or otherwise defeat big corporate security measures. It was a high paying job for a well rounded analyst. Each commission brought her up to $15,000 on average upon each successful completion, and she never failed to break in to a company up until her last day as a living person. She would use this money to fund her hobbies, and in the months leading to her death, put together an absurdly well-funded campaign for student council president. 

Alas, the up-and-coming but psychotic young programmer died before she could achieve anything or even kill anybody. Her death was ignominious as it was unexpected. One late spring day, she accepted a commission to analyze a corporate headquarters for security flaws. Breaking in to the building was easy enough by stealing RFID pass-codes wirelessly, entering in through the front door and passing security posing as an employee. Certain systems called for disabling in a discreet way, and to achieve this, Iphie chose the fatal mistake to disable a circuit up on the ceiling boards. She slipped from the office’s tiled ceilings and fell, getting caught on the fiber and electrical wires drooping down from the building infrastructure and choked on the wires. Of course, she had half a dozen knives on her but proceeded to drop them within a span of a few minutes. She ended up accidentally hanging herself. Oops?

Theme Song: 
[url=https://soundcloud.com/click-this/laboratory]Unusually fitting theme[/url]

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