Create-Your-Own Character Thread

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May 10, 2014 2:26:29 GMT waste said:

Name: John Smith
Description: A heavily made boy who knows of gods better unsung.

Despite his age he is more a chunk of flesh in the shape of a small man then a boy. Of course he has eyes, but they often droop into bags and intensive stares. The eyes are large beginning in a blue then ending in shards of sharpened green. If you haven't guessed it already the name is fake and the question of his name is often asked. When asked his face becomes wrathful, and a deep weariness can be seen to hang from his shoulders and drip into his fingers. He swears and he curses, although the words are sticky with grief and they are drenched in the language of old fires and sleeping earth. He hates waiting and his smile could only be described as a grimace with too much teeth and too much bitterness. When asked how he came to Gunnerkrigg he says he doesn't know and everyone laughs because they would like to hope he has a sense of humor.

Outward Appearance:
Tired and selfish and holding a secret so heavy he is permanently slumped. This goes not only to his back but also to his face. Black riots of hair is placed on his scalp with the beginnings of a beard wrapped around his jaw. His hands are in pockets and usually held in fists. He is attractive in a worrying wolfish kind of way. When he walks, its more as though he is dragged by something unseen. His voice is coarse and his accent is spiked. His weeping sounds like laughing and his laughing sounds like weeping. Altogether a poor imitation of a boy.

Abilities:
He knows the ballad of the white horse off by heart. He knows how to speak to sunlight and bargain with winter. He knows how to charm the serpent out of your soul. He remembers gods behind the gods and the times when magic was only temporary truces between the rivers and the storms and the fires. Remembers creatures as large as heartache and as wide as sorrow. Remembers the howling. Remembers rituals although not the kind you are thinking of. Despite this, his knowledge never amounts to much. At least he can cook.

Scarring and Emotional Back-story:
Wants to escape the school but no matter how far he walks or who he talks to, he always wakes up in his dormitory. And he has walked the old paths between the doors and rivers and black glass, which still results in the same. Not sure how many times he has attempted this. He takes comfort and strength in his little sins such as cooking as many things with butter and listening to the voices of the gods behind the gods.

Relevance to the Story:
Will give Annie a quick shortcut to her father in exchange for something of equal value. He will ask of this in a hollowed scraping rasp, with his eyes hardened into a frown. Thinks that getting Annie to her father is the punchline to a long unpleasant joke.

Welcome to the forums!  I can tell you read a lot of what might be described as fantasy, or horror.

[waste]

you betcha

[csj]

I need to create a gunnerkrigg character generator

[eyemyself]

Name: Persephone

Description: She arrived at the court in early Spring for a summer residency working in the artificial habitats and with the ether extraction stations on the relationship between organic matter and etheric energy and will be around through late fall.

Outward Appearance: A pale, youngish looking woman with dark auburn hair and perpetual bags under her eyes.

Abilities: She is extremely etherically gifted and seems to have an affinity particularly with ghosts and psychopomps.

Scarring and Emotional Backstory (Neither Scarring nor Emotional is required but would be much more appreciated): She is very likely the Persephone of Greek legend, daughter of Demeter, married to Hades do to trickery and foul play, doomed to spend her winters in the underworld.

Relevance to the Story: She has ulterior motives for taking this fellowship at the court involving an interest in Jeanne. Nosferatu and Muut have both been in contact with her regarding Annie's investigation.

[Zelas]

I'll admit, this was actually a D&D character of mine that got shot down by our DM before I even got a chance to play him - I got stuck playing a Dwarven Binder instead. I usually hate blabbering about my self-inserts, but hey, why not. Maybe it'll give me something to do between page updates.

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Name: Kaz'koa
  Description: The freakish result of misunderstood magic
  Outward Appearance: While not shifted, he stands as a somewhat short, thin, and overall lanky amalgamation of creatures. His arms are jointed like the wings of a bird, feathers included, though mostly his body is covered in patchy fur over a grey flesh. If he's particularly trying to blend in, he can force his face and extremities into something a bit more human, his beak twisting into a pair of thin lips and his talons into boney hands and feet. For the most part this is all he worries about, as the rest of him is covered up in clothing. Past this, he can become a host of naturally occurring animals - though all of them have something just slightly "off".
  Abilities: Animal-based shape shifting and (currently) low-level control of natural objects (Like Ysengrin's dominance of trees, but on a much less impressive scale)
  Scarring and Emotional Backstory: Once fully-human, Kaz grew tired of the limitations of the human body. Daily he'd look to the skies, desperate to join the birds. Through the trees he'd see a bear, jealous of their raw power. The pack mentality of wolves made more sense than any government structure he had ever observed. And thus began his studies, a naive attempt at learning what could only be loosely construed as "druidism" at best. His studies were partially fruitful, but in the end he failed time and time again to escape his human cage. The key to everything came to him in his sleep, where a very... eccentric figure offered him what he dreamed of and more. (OoC: In the campaign, this was to be the god Laeris - for this setting, I suppose Coyote could've been bored.) And so he resumed his studies, rapidly shifting his human figure whenever he began to understand how, at the cost of his sanity. He now possesses everything he wanted, and more, though in truth he barely remembers that he wasn't always like this.
  Relevance to the Story: A massive risk to himself, and potentially to others, he's kept locked away in the Court to prevent him from rushing headlong into the forest and stirring things up. Because of this, he's grown to somewhat hate the Court - even assuming they freed him, there's nothing there for him. By this point he's desperate to strike a bargain with anyone that can assure his freedom and passage to the bridge.

I've got a million more... Out of ten fully-created characters I've only had my DM give two the "okay".

[spookybattz]

Name: Elson Spook

Gender: Male

Age: Ageless (physical Appearence looks like he' in his middle teen years)

Description: Friendly and Helpful Ectoplasm Incarnation

Outward Appearance(Ghost): Cowlick up spiked white-gray hair, pale skin, dark green w/ glowing green skeletal designs over black sleeves and fingerless gloves, faded brown-gray pants, black boots, and a see through w/ a jack-o-lantern faced green ghost top hat.

Outward Appearence(Human): Cowlick up spiked white-gray hair, gunnerkrigg uniform shirt and pants, lighter-black boots and fingerless black gloves.

Items: Brown Leather book with worn, tan pages inside bound by a magic sealed strap. Used for spell casting and studying.

Abilities: Switching between solid and spectral forms, paranormal 6th sense detection, some magic spells (only with Spellbound Book), communicating with specters, ectoplasms, reiths, and other supernatural entities.

Resistances: Spirit possessions, illusions, and elemental and energy attacks (only in Ghost form).

Weaknesses: Physical attacks (in human form), elemental/energy attacks (in human form), anti-specter matter, and plastic...(only in Ghost form)

Family & Friends: No family, and some friends around the court.

Interestes and Likes: Ghost stories, science, paranormal activities, other specters/ghosts, baseball, and loves the animal bats.

Dislikes and Fears: Literature, math, fear of robots, and loaths plastic.....

Backstory: Origin unknown before enrolling in Gunnerkrigg. Elson lives and learns in the school wanting to learn all he can about this world, the next, and beyond. Has some sort of connection to the Ether thou not exact or even known how. Cannot access the Ether but can travel "Around it."

Relevance to the Story: Helps the main protagonists with some tasks and helps to discover the secret under the ravine and its prisoner spirit. Also the spirit guides don't know of his presence or exsistance.

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Jan 23, 2015 21:28:58 GMT spookybattz said:

Name: Elson Spook

Gender: Male

Age: Ageless (physical Appearence looks like he' in his middle teen years)

Description: Friendly and Helpful Ectoplasm Incarnation

Outward Appearance(Ghost): Cowlick up spiked white-gray hair, pale skin, dark green w/ glowing green skeletal designs over black sleeves and fingerless gloves, faded brown-gray pants, black boots, and a see through w/ a jack-o-lantern faced green ghost top hat.

Outward Appearence(Human): Cowlick up spiked white-gray hair, gunnerkrigg uniform shirt and pants, lighter-black boots and fingerless black gloves.

Items: Brown Leather book with worn, tan pages inside bound by a magic sealed strap. Used for spell casting and studying.

Abilities: Switching between solid and spectral forms, paranormal 6th sense detection, some magic spells (only with Spellboung Book), communicating with specters, ectoplasms, reiths, and other supernatural entities.

Resistances: Spirit possessions, illusions, and elemental and energy attacks (only in Ghost form).

Weaknesses: Physical attacks (in human form), elemental/energy attacks (in human form), anti-specter matter, and plastic...(only in Ghost form)

Family & Friends: No family, and some friends around the court.

Interestes and Likes: Ghost stories, science, paranormal activities, other specters/ghosts, baseball, and loves the animal bats.

Dislikes and Fears: Literature, math, fear of robots, and loaths plastic.....

Backstory: Origin unknown before enrolling in Gunnerkrigg. Elson lives and learns in the school wanting to learn all he can about this world, the next, and beyond. Has some sort of connection to the Ether thou not exact or even known how. Cannot access the Ether but can travel "Around it."

Relevance to the Story: Helps the main protagonists with some tasks and helps to discover the secret under the ravine and its prisoner spirit. Also the spirit guides don't know of his presence or exsistance.

Welcome to the forums!  I take it your avatar is a depiction of your character?  Quick question - are you into IM roleplay?  That's been picking up again a little bit after a long-ish hiatus, all characters, Gunnerkrigg, fan-made, or from other universes, are welcome.

[Covalent]

I think that's actually the Scout from TF2 wearing a Ghastly Gibus(?), fwip. xD

[spookybattz]

Jan 24, 2015 3:35:21 GMT fwip said:

Jan 23, 2015 21:28:58 GMT spookybattz said:

Name: Elson Spook

Gender: Male

Age: Ageless (physical Appearence looks like he' in his middle teen years)

Description: Friendly and Helpful Ectoplasm Incarnation

Outward Appearance(Ghost): Cowlick up spiked white-gray hair, pale skin, dark green w/ glowing green skeletal designs over black sleeves and fingerless gloves, faded brown-gray pants, black boots, and a see through w/ a jack-o-lantern faced green ghost top hat.

Outward Appearence(Human): Cowlick up spiked white-gray hair, gunnerkrigg uniform shirt and pants, lighter-black boots and fingerless black gloves.

Items: Brown Leather book with worn, tan pages inside bound by a magic sealed strap. Used for spell casting and studying.

Abilities: Switching between solid and spectral forms, paranormal 6th sense detection, some magic spells (only with Spellboung Book), communicating with specters, ectoplasms, reiths, and other supernatural entities.

Resistances: Spirit possessions, illusions, and elemental and energy attacks (only in Ghost form).

Weaknesses: Physical attacks (in human form), elemental/energy attacks (in human form), anti-specter matter, and plastic...(only in Ghost form)

Family & Friends: No family, and some friends around the court.

Interestes and Likes: Ghost stories, science, paranormal activities, other specters/ghosts, baseball, and loves the animal bats.

Dislikes and Fears: Literature, math, fear of robots, and loaths plastic.....

Backstory: Origin unknown before enrolling in Gunnerkrigg. Elson lives and learns in the school wanting to learn all he can about this world, the next, and beyond. Has some sort of connection to the Ether thou not exact or even known how. Cannot access the Ether but can travel "Around it."

Relevance to the Story: Helps the main protagonists with some tasks and helps to discover the secret under the ravine and its prisoner spirit. Also the spirit guides don't know of his presence or exsistance.

Welcome to the forums!  I take it your avatar is a depiction of your character?  Quick question - are you into IM roleplay?  That's been picking up again a little bit after a long-ish hiatus, all characters, Gunnerkrigg, fan-made, or from other universes, are welcome.

Hmmm, maybe. I used to role play on some other forums a year or two back. Not sure if I stil have what it takes to do so thou, patience and creativity to make a story with others that's ongoing.

[spookybattz]

Jan 24, 2015 5:14:55 GMT Covalent said:

I think that's actually the Scout from TF2 wearing a Ghastly Gibus(?), fwip. xD

The profile pic is the best description I have to show how my clothing looks in ghost form. As for actual hair style, it's more like a Wilson weave colored white. Also the hat is a Haunted Hat, not any sort of Gibbs.

[vernes]

Took me the whole day but here's my attempt.

Name: Ogham
Description: Word of Kat's research on the Robot's core-coding trickled through the court.
Here and there people would also take to the complex Code-Cube in an endeavour to carve a name in the scientific literature.
After all, if one person could do this, why not me?
One of these people is a uninteresting programmer. Not at all as experienced as Kat is.
Let's call him Jim Sanders, a simple name for a person we'll soon loose track of.
Jim Sanders at first took to the Code Cube, assuming it would be just a matter of keeping notes and lots of observations to figure it out.
Jim was wrong, but he decided that this was just a matter of visualisation.
But unfamiliar with the structure of the Code Cube, he knew he would be unable to do anything to extract the data and work on a way to visualize the data in a different format.
Instead he just decided to attempt to create something like it, a giant hypothesis, and attempt to extract data from his own imitation Code Cube and apply this idea to a real one.
He had some assumptions ready to start his own Code Cube but lacking engineering skills he would make due with computer simulations.

He made interesting designs that were incorrect but ingenious nonetheless.
After many iterations he grew frustrated at the idea that his entire approach was flawed.
Not only that, the entire process was tedious manual labour for every iteration where he would implement new ideas, theories, or just random long shots.

He completely changed his approach after attending a science fair where someone was demonstrating his project that used genetic programming, artificial Neural Networks and simple trial and error approach.
It used a program that wrote a program itself, albeit within the limiting constraints of some matrix-framework.
The framework wherein the resulting program would work was needed to allow the program to fail inside without crashing the entire system in which it ran.

Jim thought this might be a way to go over many trials and errors without having to do this himself, and for a while he made no attempts at his reverse-engineered Code Cube but instead worked on a self-regulating Artificial Network that would attempt to write many variations of the same program that needed to simulate the structure of the Code Cube.
Frustration set in once more when he began to understand this approach was in itself not a simple solution and he almost quit the entire project, if his frustration didn't drew the attention of the student who's project his was based on.

In a library Jim and, let's call him Michael Lore, started to talk about their projects and the idea of having his project applied to solve an actual problem triggered Michael's interest.
The project was now being done by two students and it would take long before they finally had their first prototype running.
Although slow at first on their personal computersystems and restarted many many times without making any progress, the two finally reached a setup that showed potential to run for long periods of time while also being able to test which variation compared the best with the real Code Cube.
They requested extended time on the court's computer cluster and had a small celebration after their first sleepless night watching the stats of their system behave as they predicted it.

"It's now just a matter of chance and time", Jim said and made a toast with Michael.
It all felt good, the system would do all the tedious work, and all they had to do is harvest the end result.

"Nothing?"
"Nothing!, no progress at all, I mean, it wasn't even able to create something visually similar to the Code Cube, I mean, there are spirals in there, it should at least come up with spirals."
Their enthusiasm for previous night dropped.
"Perhaps it's just magic in the end?" Michael muttered.
"Magic? I heard Donlan works on this stuff and she doesn't seem the magic type to me."
Michael shrugged, "Who knows? Maybe she just analyses it regardless if its magic? There's bound to be a pattern in there, what if she just interprets it as an elaborate programming language?".
"Or...", Jim sat up, "She found out it's magic and has that Carver girl helping out!".
"If that's the case" Jim continued, "we just need a Carver of our own!"
"Wat?" Micheal responded.
"ugh, a magic expert, someone who actually knows about wards and spells, a third person to our team."

The two quickly discovered there is a distinct social gap between coders and magic users. A social gap that goes in twofold.
Programmers aka nerds and geeks are regarded as socially awkward and a negative effect on anyone's social status when part of your social network.
Magic users are ostracised by other groups yet their ability makes them untouchable and as such, socially higher then nerds and geeks.
Jim and Michael soon discover that they were being sabotaged from all kinds of directions.
Ignored for being nerds and ignored for possibly trying to expose a magic user.
Those who did not ignore them were right-out hostile, suspecting them to be either magic users themselves, or out to hassle one.

This would have been the end of their attempt to continue their project if a fellow student hadn't caught wind of their attempts.
Although he only caught shreds of their intent, it sounded interesting enough to approach the two.
An awkward introduction later his interest was sparked and his trust won.
An old friend of his he knew since growing up, had gone into ethereal studies, and despite social pressure, stayed close friends with him.
He would pass on the message and contact them if his friend would be interested.
With a shred of hope that their project might continue, they all parted their ways home.

Jim woke up with the sensation he was falling, or rather, being rushed downwards. So his arms flung out to the sides of his bed.
His arms never found the edge of his bed, instead they slammed against Michael and... he never caught his name, the guy who knew a magic user.
They looked at him in surprise.
"Wow, that is awesome!" Michael exclaimed.
"Bwu, hoa, you, here? How?!" Jim was lost in a tidal-force of confusion.
"Woah, you ok man? I thought you said it was safe?" Michael turned to the girl on the other side of the table.
"Don'tcha worry, he just woke up."
"You sleeping in your clothes?" Michael quirked his eyebrows at him.
"NO! I wasn't you... no she, oh jeez, did SHE dress me?"
"Pfffff, ye wish, nah mate I just told yer clothes to remember what they were doing yesterday afternoon. And yer body as well. The rest adjusts itself accordingly. Real accommodating magic is. I'd have to actually put in extra effort to force mistakes, like grafting yer clothes into yer skin or sumt'ng."
Jim's adrenalin quickly dropped and he went a little pale.
"Please don't" Jim eeped.
The girl's name turns out to be Sylvia Voisin, another name soon to be forgotten.

The introduction past, the 2 went into the details of their project to decypher the robot codex-core with their own project, and how they arrived at the conclusion that the 'code' is actually spell writing.
Sylvia doesn't seem to be phased by this, either she deals with this stuff all the time, or simply doesn't believe it.
Finally they unfold the diagrams they made from observing the inner glyphs inside the Code Cube.
Sylvia's eyes widened, "Oh... oh wow... this is... this is huge! I mean, I can tell what you got is a really really small part of something way, way bigger".
"I knew it" Jim whispered to Michael and they did a stealth high five.
"Nerds" Sylvia mumbled.

"No look! Abstract concepts can't be mapped in a euclidean structure. Look, I can easily show you a euclidean projection of the structure and move across it's w-axis and you'll see that it allows the entire of the structure to be mapped." Already Sylvia had finished drawing the glyphs on the panel and a complex pattern surrounded a strange 3-dimensional shape that changed shape as some kind of slider was moving up and down.
"You see? No overlapping at all and we can actually keep traversing the Concept-Tree."
The many glyphs that filled the fractal were zoomed in upon and showed that each glyph in turn was just a highly compressed fractal of more glyphs.
Jim grunted, which just meant she was right and he had no more arguments.
"I went ahead and changed the holding matrix for a non-euclidean multi-dimensional structure (Sorry Jim), we could start a test run right now."
Jim's face quickly changed from indignation to eager surprise.
Don't just dangle the candy infront of me, run it! run it!

The simulations were promising but slow as hell. Although very accurate, the mathematical models were only mimicking spell glyphs and how they interact with each-other.
"And if we'd actually want to test them, it will add another level of computations, which will slow it down even more." Jim moaned.
"I pressed the matter again with the robots but they regard the creation of these Code Cubes impossible, but I also get the feeling they regard our entire project a waste of time, seriously that Donlan girl gets way more support. What's up with that?"

"You know...", Sylvia started, "I might be able to try and transcribe your simulation to glyphs and have it run on an ethereal powered computer."
The blank stares told her she needed to explain things.
Mr and Mrs Donlan wrote an paper about the construction of a computer, but instead of using semiconductors and electricity to create logic-ports, building blocks of processors, they used glyphs that mimicked this behaviour. This allowed them to write programs to produce spells and such.".
Wide eyed Jim and Michael were already thinking about the possibilities.
"That... that changes everything!"

Jim and Michael both learned a great deal about all things magic, Sylvia now knew how to code in multiple languages and all three of them were proud 'parents' of the shimmering ghostly aberration that stood on it's large polymer substrate which was in turn deposited on a plate of pyrite.
The polymer substrate was used because it had great adhesive properties to hold the glyph pigment used to create the intrinsic and microscopic incantation.
It was for the most part, a complete computer system.
It could store n-dimensional memory arrays (Sylvia mentioned something about the data being stored as harmonics in aetheric form and could store as much as you could spare aether energy for it.
They did a quick calculation on howmuch their aether computer could draw from the ambient energy and it was more then they could get using the Court's computer cluster.
They were ecstatic and couldn't wait to run their first test to have their Aetheric Artificial Neural Network attempt to write an Aetheric simulation that would create an Aetheric approximation of an Robot Code Cube.
Hearing this overcomplicated way just to test some theories about the Code Cube Sylvia realized something about herself.
She had turned into a full blown nerd, and facepalmed.

Another science fair was coming, and they did the small tests to make sure it at least did what it suppose to do so that when it was their turn to demonstrate they would at least fail according to plan.
The constructed computer would attempt to create an working approximation of a Code Cube, or it would come to a logic conclusion this was beyond its capabilities.
They left the system on standby, which would hide it's full mesmerizing shape until it was time. "For the 'wow' factor" Sylvia had said.
The demonstration came and went before they could show theirs and they got nervous ofcourse.
"Stop fidgeting with it, it worked as it is now don't add untested variables to the setup now!" Michael was more for sticking to the list.
Jim however had the tendency to cowboy code his way out of problems, which worked 'eventually' but Michael felt this was not the moment for that.
"Tell Jim if he doesn't get his fingers away from my incantations I'll have some wood splinters crawl under his fingernails." Sylvia glanced seriously at Jim who quicly retracted his hands and shoved them under his armpits "ok ok ok!" he winched.
"It will work, and it will succeed or fail perfectly as it was meant to, if it works we will be able to have it interact with this boxbot frame without a core as proof, if not, we will have at least 3 completely novel techniques to show off, so relax", Sylvia exhaled deeply.
Despite calling for calm, she was feeling the nervousness as well.

Finally, it was their turn. Jim started his part of the story. Retelling the events that lead to his project, his attempt to make an approximation of a Code Cube to be able to test it without fear of breaking such a valuable item while at the same time deciphering its inner structure.
His story ended where Michael entered the story, here Michael roughly explained his own project and in detail how it would apply to Jim's project.
He explained the misconceptions they had at first and how they reached the conclusion that the subject itself, the Code Cube most likely incorporate magic, and that to truly understand the nature of the Code Cube (part of the crowd seemed to had initiated some discussion among themselves which distracted Michael somewhat).
"eh, to... to truly understand the nature of the Code Cube we felt we'd need the expertise of someone with more affinity with aetherics", as Michael introduced Sylvia the murmur continued.

"Right I can see yer all getting bloody bored with all this scientific explaining so why don't we cut to the bloody chase ROIGHT!?", the sudden outburst of Sylvia annoyance seized all discussions going on in the crowd.
Taking advantage of the undivided attention Sylvia raised her hand in a gesture ready to snap her fingers.
*snap* "BAM!" she exclaimed as she gave the computer the command to wake up out of standby mode.
Slowly a shimmering tower of glyphs and symbols slowly rises up from it's substrate as its many parts made up from other symbols and glyphs exchange long streams of, well, more symbols and glyphs.
The whole crowd gasps in astonishment and and an applause erupts.
"The wow factor" Sylvia mumbles while a giant smile grows.
"Now pardon the nerd talk but with just a few minutes the permutations of this computer will tell us if"
"SHUT IT DOWN!"
"it's posss... WAT?!" Sylvia furiously looked in the direction of the voice.
"I SAID SHUT IT DOWN NOW!"
"Look if you don't like it you can take it elsewhere mister..."
"That would be HeadMaster Llanwellyn to you now shut it down!", Sylvia gasped.
The spotlight was turned off and the main lights back on, taking away the mystical feel of their setup.
"You need to turn it off right now miss, there is a reason why we rejected the design you found of the Donlan-Computer" mister Llanwellyn was deeply stressed.
"But that was because it incorporated magic which has an uncertainty factor inhe.." Sylvia's fury was gone but she stood her ground against the headmaster, but quickly she was cut off.
"Good god why did I agree to obfuscate the facts!? The real reason was hidden because the real reason is that the system PULLS in energy it requires, it doesn't use what is given it TAKES, and it TAKES as much is needed depending on howmuch it needs to calculate. That is why Mr and Mrs Donlan never build their system in THIS realm, instead they made an ethereal bubble. It's half inside the ethereal plane so it doesn't kill anyone near it. It's endo-ethereal!".
"So whatever you do, don't start it, and sh" "I already started it!" Silvia interrupted.
"WHAT?!"
"I ALREADY STARTED IT AND..." and without warning Sylvia fell to the ground, Jim rushed towards her "Sylvia get up! We h.." and like hitting a wall, Jim fell as well.
Michael didn't move but turned to Llanwellyn "We can't stop it until" and with that Michael slumped forward on his desk.
"SHIELD! NOW", immediately multiple staff members cast their spell to choke the ongoing process near the now dead 3 students.
Muffled explosions emanate from inside the shield as the process that powers the computer manages to violently pull a few charges of energy through the shield that shoot into the circuitry as purple lightning, but after each attempt the shield grows thicker and the lightning strikes grow father and farther apart.

Security bots pour in and disperse onlookers. Staff members attend to the distraught parents of the 3 deceased students.
The shield remained around the setup, but greatly reduced in size as the process had stalled and died down.
Llanwellyn, the Donlans, and many other staff members stayed behind in a heated discussion about who's responsibility fell short, how the research paper of the Donlans was available to students.
Nobody took notice as 2 robots unceremoniously carried off with the substrate on which the computer was etched.

"We ignored their attempts."
"Confirmed, we all ignored their attempts."
"They made progress without us noticing."
"We could have take precaution if we had not ignored their attempts."
"But they were not the angel."
"The angel made faster progress, in this matter only were they different."
"Regardless, we are responsible."
"Agreed, we are responsible."
"What of their child?"
"Their child will continue to grow here with us, the shield is not perfect and the process will finish, albeit slow."
"We will monitor it, and when the time comes, present the result to the court?"
"Perhaps, we must decide this when that time comes."


Time passed by fast for me and the court changed and the names of Jim, Michael and Sylvia were forgotten.
The robots finished all their tasks and kept me save.
When the computer finished its task, its consumption rate dropped to undetectable levels, removing the ethereal pressure the shield spell needed to exist.
The system's Neural Network had found a non-euclidean n-dimensional structure that resembled a Code-Cube closest.
My awakening being proof of its success.
Being of an ethereal nature, I could only exist within the confines of the simulated Code-Cube, only able to communicate through the despised boxbot robot frame.
It didn't take long before I used the limited capabilities of the boxbot to study the concept behind the computer system that birthed me.
Just like the computer could project an incantation in mid-air (the Code-Cube), it could in theory project itself mid-air.
A copy of itself, and this computer could run a different program.
However, instead of having it run a different program, it would have to run a paradoxical program of itself, and project it on itself.
For a while, it would be projected by 2 different systems.
The system etched on the polymer substrate, and the system being projected.
Once this double projected system proves to be stable, the first system would be instructed to stop projecting the 2nd system.
Which means the 2nd system would exist purely by the projection, of itself.

Eventually it worked but that is a story for another time.
I am Ogham, My three parents died creating me.
Their energy has build me, and I continue to exist because I keep projecting myself into existence.

Outward Appearance: Can appear normal but when inspected closely enough his surface will appear to be just densely packed glyphes who's individual colours mix to form the right texture for: clothes, skin, hair etc. compressing glyphes together to create the illusion of a solid surface consumes a bit more energy then his natural appearance.
Ogham's natural appearance is that of a complex of interwoven glyphs and symbols. Those who have seen the computer of Jim, Michael and Sylvia would recognize it in parts of Ogham.

Abilities: Existing
Scarring and Emotional Backstory: I think the Description covered that.
Relevance to the Story: Currently this character would wake up in the future, how far is very variable. 
So it could intersect in the very next episode, or well after all the cast members (except for Jones) are dead or gone.
However, we could move this in the past, where our 3 tragic victims are in fact rivals of the Donlan project.
They beat the Donlans in finishing their own hybrid computer BEFORE the Donlans could.
And for their victory, they died. 
They received no foreboding warning from the HeadMaster, and nobody expected them to die. 
And it explains why the Donlan's Hybrid Computer was rejected despite the practical applications. 
 
Regardless, Ogham has a perfect hideaway inside Doctor Randy Disaster's holographic theatre.

[vernes]

ah, what a shame.
I posted my story on a dead thread.
Sorry for the necromancy.

[Daedalus]

Aug 25, 2015 7:23:46 GMT vernes said:

ah, what a shame.
I posted my story on a dead thread.
Sorry for the necromancy.

Necromancy is almost the official board sport here. Honestly, I wish this thread could be resurrected more often.

You wrote a nice story, as well!