"Hacking is easy. It's actually engaging with another human that's the real challenge."
Name: Alex Bellamy Gender: Female Age: 19 Alignment: Guild Rank within Organisation: Recruit
Birthmark Shape: abstract hand with fingers splayed apart and a spiral glyph in the palm Location of Birthmark: The underside of left forearm
Magical Abilities: Technomancy (shadowjack) - ability to understand and manipulate/hack low level tech through clever use of telepathic connect and illusion. As skill grows, so does the level of anonymity while interfacing with said tech.
Place of Birth: South Boston, MA Currently Residing: Brooklyn, New York
Personality: A borderline introvert, for the most part, Alex is quite friendly and outgoing to those she knows, and rather suspicious and close-minded to just about everyone else. Her relationship to technology and the like, however, seems to surpass any human connection, as her comfort level is always highest when surrounded by programming language and the warmth of a motherboard.
Born and raised in South Boston, Alex was an only child, which meant when her parents weren't up in her business, she spend a lot of time alone. But, it was time well-spent, as she became interested in computers, electronics, and essentially how things worked. A tinkerer at heart, she wanted to not only know how things went together, but moreso, how they came apart and what was inside.
Spending time online helped to teach her more about just about anything, especially as she drove headfirst into the world of hacking. Sure, it wasn't all glamorous like movies depict, but to a girl who loved to tinker, the internet was a sea of untapped playgrounds.
As adolescents hit, so did the inherent hidden magics that slept since birth. Perhaps she was a late bloomer, or this was normal for someone like her, but it manifested without any warning. As she sat in her bedroom mindlessly trudging through a first-person shooter, the first wave of a strange yet familiar telepathic connection came, fusing her senses with that of the gaming console. Digitized voices, electronic pulses, cryptic code, and holographic images appeared as though an imaginary “heads-up display” had appeared before her. Alex had no idea what to do, and was unable to essentially shut it off. She cowered in the corner, her mind continuing to reveal more of this unknown world, lights flickered, the television fizzled out, and as the magic within her grew, there began an incessant exchange of information that she couldn't quiet, as though every piece of technology within a small radius was reaching out to her like a beacon.
Eventually the sound of her own cries echoed from her bedroom, and her parents rushed in to find their daughter curled up and in the dark.
Months had passed since that night, and while the connections never ceased, the girl thought she was legitimately going crazy. Her parents had even taken her to a few specialists where tests came up inconclusive at best. Was magic undetectable by conventional methods? They simply assumed she suffered from some form of anxiety and was prescribed medication to counter it, which actually seemed to dull the connection with electrical waves, allowing her mind to finally rest. However, while she still didn’t truly understand her newfound ability, nor really believed that it actually existed at times, Alex was curious nonetheless.
Over the course of her high school years, she experimented as best she could, while maintaining as much secrecy as possible. Who would even understand such a thing could happen anyway? Diving into computer mainframes headfirst, moving around from one point to another. It was hypnotic, and the perfect drug that the girl just couldn’t live without. However, magic always came with some price as she would soon find out, and the addiction of hacking her way into places she shouldn’t could not be passed up.
The ATM machine was simply there for the taking, and while Alex wasn’t in the market to steal money that wasn’t hers, she felt as though she deserved at least a little bit of pocket change just for being able to bypass the system’s security protocols. What she didn’t take into consideration were the surveillance cameras and the fact that they caught just about everything that was being done. The next morning, police officers arrested the nineteen year old for larceny, false ID, and a myriad of other charges that seemed to fit the crime. Fortunately for the young lady, she had an ally within the judicial system who was her only way out of a prison sentence, and into the arms of the Guild. The choice was her to make of course, but if it meant gaining a better understanding of her abilities, then she would accept the offer.
Relationships Name: Relationship (Bold as needed):Best Friends - Good Friends - Friends - Well known - Warm - Acquaintances - Unknown - Cold - Dislikes - Hates - Enemies - Rival - Nemesis Characters opinion of them: (Why do they feel the way that they do)
"Hacking is easy. It's actually engaging with another human that's the real challenge."
Name: Alex Bellamy Gender: Female Age: 19 Alignment: Guild Rank within Organisation: Recruit
Birthmark Shape: abstract hand with fingers splayed apart and a spiral glyph in the palm Location of Birthmark: The underside of left forearm
Magical Abilities: Technomancy (shadowjack) - ability to understand and manipulate/hack low level tech through clever use of telepathic connect and illusion. As skill grows, so does the level of anonymity while interfacing with said tech.
Place of Birth: South Boston, MA Currently Residing: Brooklyn, New York
Personality: A borderline introvert, for the most part, Alex is quite friendly and outgoing to those she knows, and rather suspicious and close-minded to just about everyone else. Her relationship to technology and the like, however, seems to surpass any human connection, as her comfort level is always highest when surrounded by programming language and the warmth of a motherboard.
Born and raised in South Boston, Alex was an only child, which meant when her parents weren't up in her business, she spend a lot of time alone. But, it was time well-spent, as she became interested in computers, electronics, and essentially how things worked. A tinkerer at heart, she wanted to not only know how things went together, but moreso, how they came apart and what was inside.
Spending time online helped to teach her more about just about anything, especially as she drove headfirst into the world of hacking. Sure, it wasn't all glamorous like movies depict, but to a girl who loved to tinker, the internet was a sea of untapped playgrounds.
As adolescents hit, so did the inherent hidden magics that slept since birth. Perhaps she was a late bloomer, or this was normal for someone like her, but it manifested without any warning. As she sat in her bedroom mindlessly trudging through a first-person shooter, the first wave of a strange yet familiar telepathic connection came, fusing her senses with that of the gaming console. Digitized voices, electronic pulses, cryptic code, and holographic images appeared as though an imaginary “heads-up display” had appeared before her. Alex had no idea what to do, and was unable to essentially shut it off. She cowered in the corner, her mind continuing to reveal more of this unknown world, lights flickered, the television fizzled out, and as the magic within her grew, there began an incessant exchange of information that she couldn't quiet, as though every piece of technology within a small radius was reaching out to her like a beacon.
Eventually the sound of her own cries echoed from her bedroom, and her parents rushed in to find their daughter curled up and in the dark.
Months had passed since that night, and while the connections never ceased, the girl thought she was legitimately going crazy. Her parents had even taken her to a few specialists where tests came up inconclusive at best. Was magic undetectable by conventional methods? They simply assumed she suffered from some form of anxiety and was prescribed medication to counter it, which actually seemed to dull the connection with electrical waves, allowing her mind to finally rest. However, while she still didn’t truly understand her newfound ability, nor really believed that it actually existed at times, Alex was curious nonetheless.
Over the course of her high school years, she experimented as best she could, while maintaining as much secrecy as possible. Who would even understand such a thing could happen anyway? Diving into computer mainframes headfirst, moving around from one point to another. It was hypnotic, and the perfect drug that the girl just couldn’t live without. However, magic always came with some price as she would soon find out, and the addiction of hacking her way into places she shouldn’t could not be passed up.
The ATM machine was simply there for the taking, and while Alex wasn’t in the market to steal money that wasn’t hers, she felt as though she deserved at least a little bit of pocket change just for being able to bypass the system’s security protocols. What she didn’t take into consideration were the surveillance cameras and the fact that they caught just about everything that was being done. The next morning, police officers arrested the nineteen year old for larceny, false ID, and a myriad of other charges that seemed to fit the crime. Fortunately for the young lady, she had an ally within the judicial system who was her only way out of a prison sentence, and into the arms of the Guild. The choice was her to make of course, but if it meant gaining a better understanding of her abilities, then she would accept the offer.
Relationships Name: Relationship (Bold as needed):Best Friends - Good Friends - Friends - Well known - Warm - Acquaintances - Unknown - Cold - Dislikes - Hates - Enemies - Rival - Nemesis Characters opinion of them: (Why do they feel the way that they do)
I sit across from you, Eyes locked, smile from ear to ear Glasses half full. Half empty?
But eyes that once focused on me, No longer stayed there. "Distracted much?" I'd ask. But the answer never came verbally. It was body language, and nothing more.
The sea was too vast Not to be carried by its current, Thrashed around from time-to-time. But your heart lusted for another In that sea of chaos.
And I had to learn to get up from the table when love was no longer being served.
I walk into a room. People? More than two. I don't want to feel nervous, But I do. That nagging tick.
I want to continue, to stay. So I force myself, "It's for the better", I whisper. But the nervousness is there, ever present. It mocks me, it's cackle echoes for an eternity.
I feel like the stranger in a strange land. The weird one no one cares for, and is easily ignored. Perhaps fading into the woodwork would help. But my anxiety tells me I don't belong, regardless.
I stay. I deal with the push-back of self. I try to act normal. It's hard you know. When all you want to do is go.