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Sasha Ramsey

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a character in “Welcome to Greyson Reformatory”, as played by TornZero

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Sasha Ramsey


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Age| 19

Gender| Female

Dorm| 31

Time at Greyson Reformatory| Three years

Abilities| Technopathy. Her range of access is currently unknown, and what it is exactly that she's capable of doing isn't fully understood. However, she's been barred from direct access to any electronics provided by the Reformatory and other delinquents, although it doesn't stop her.

Personality| She's very introverted with a somewhat cold demeanor, and never speaks. (She's not mute; it's, for the most part, by choice.) If she does talk, she has a soft, almost weak and monotonous voice. It's difficult to make her angry, sad, happy — nearly impossible to get Sasha to exhibit any kind of emotion, really — and she trusts absolutely no one. Don't feel bad if she ignores you, either. It's not just you. She doesn't like anyone. (At least she doesn't like harming anyone, either.)

Sasha likes sweets and flowers; namely flowers that she could keep in her hair if she wanted. She also likes small animals; ones she can pick up and hold, even if she doesn't smile at them, will bring her joy and some semblance of relaxation in reality. Aside from things she can touch, Sasha takes great solace in the technology surrounding her, sometimes hiding away for days on end. Technology is where she leaves her emotions behind, the burdens of reality melting around her while she makes herself increasingly more at home. She can play online games to entertain herself if she ever needs to remember that other people exist, too. She enjoys being able to anonymously submit her works. No one knows she's impure. No one knows she's a (wrongly) convicted felon. No bothersome people besides the trolls and occasional horny boy, and they're just as easy to ignore as the real world for her. No one can hurt her.

History| Sasha was a maid, for all intents and purposes, but a daughter in title. She was taken from the slums around the time she was four years old, adopted by a politician by the name of Alan Ramsey. He witnessed her playing with broken electronics, almost communicating with them as she made them work like new, and believed that her powers could be put to use. Sasha was familiarized with the Ramsey family's home technology, and when she turned six she started working housekeeping and security by managing the various electronics across the home. Her powers were assisted further via a pair of glasses that her adoptive father gave her, allowing her to tap into any network around her (cellular or short-range) with a heads-up display in the right lens and its own hard drive. (She's worn them so long, she can't see very well without now.) The Ramseys even had a room redesigned for Sasha to work in.

When off-duty, she acted and was treated like the Ramseys' daughter; the younger one, at least. She made quick friends with their real daughter, Sydney (two years older), and they shared nearly everything, from toys and interests to their education, thanks to homeschooling. The latter even helped with the chores Sasha would regularly be tasked with. Growing up, they were closer than any of the friends Sydney'd made. By the time Sasha was twelve, it could have even been safe to say that they loved each other in a way that looked past their surname, and they had an emotional security in each other that they couldn't even hold with their parents. She wasn't considered a mutant, and she wasn't special; they were equals, sharing their lives.

All of these things, prejudices and the realization that she's impure, came back around four years later. Alan was still in politics when he hit his forties, and he had some tough competition for his platform — thanks to Sasha and Sydney, he wanted to better the care of mutants and better control over violence amongst mutants, and many were against him, including former supporters who believed the violence would help "weed out the stupid ones". Some were radicals. Some were borderline psychotic about the matter. Alan Ramsey died the night after a fierce debate, and Sasha was the scapegoat. She lost her sense of self; she lost the trust of her family — Sydney especially, who was unable to form a proper opinion due to grief; Sydney never wanted to see her again.

Charged with murder of the first degree, extremists wanted her to die in the chair, but there was more than enough evidence to prove her innocence. However, instead of acquitting her, the judge and jury were just as discriminatory, and Sasha was sentenced to "rehabilitation" at the Greyson Reformatory. She was only allowed her glasses upon arrival.

Sasha stopped speaking before the hearing was even adjourned. She had no remorse, and didn't apologize for a crime she didn't commit; she just remained emotionless, like she was off in her own little world. The warden has never heard her voice, nor have the other inmates. In her silence, she'd confine herself to her room and namelessly hack into the Reformatory's PC and other tech (the security system, for example), augmented through her glasses. She took up a sense of artistry, etching what she saw in her mind onto pixels. She wrote, transcribing her words onto the endless digital pages. She hid her works, and no one's gotten into them. Anyone that found them was faced with being unable to delete them, and unable to open them due to the various ciphers and encryption methods employed — something that may have worked for one would have failed horribly with another, and may have even distorted the work to look like something else entirely.

In her digital exploration, Sasha found many things, including classified documents and information about the rest of the world. The names and information gathered on the inmates as they came and left, to name one, and more sensitive documents about the government's less public actions, including work about the Reformatory. However, for most of it, she added more powerful encryption to the latter, because it was "too easy to break into," she rationalized. Even the staff can't get into it now, though, because the key required is physical, rather than digital.

Secrets| Concerning Sasha, virtually everything about her life is a secret. She was registered as a live-in housekeeper instead of an adopted daughter, and nothing she's witnessed within the Reformatory has escaped her.

Fears| Much like how she'd abandoned showing emotion, Sasha abandoned the idea of fear. She has no loved ones to worry for, and she has no worries for her own life. Shortly after her sentence, she even welcomed the idea of being murdered herself. She simply doesn't care anymore.

Height| 158cm (~5'2")

Build| Slim, with a thin layer of exercised muscle. Baggy clothes aside, she looks malnourished to some degree, as you can see her ribs bulging through the skin, and it isn't uncommon to see her with bags under her eyes.

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Sasha Ramsey's Story

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Undetermined number of new devices. At least ten estimated. Sasha Ramsey was sitting lotus-style in the center of Dorm 31 — her dorm, where she claimed the only lone bed of the three; her inevitable roommates could take the bunk beds — with her hands resting on her knees. Her eyes were wide open, moving and blinking rapidly, unfocused on the rest of the world. Everything she needed was in the display provided in the lenses of her glasses, letting her reach not only the web and anything within it she wanted, but it granted her access to the entire technological infrastructure of the Reformatory through her technopathic powers. She's become so intimate with the warden's beloved system that nothing was out of her reach — even someone else's device. Today, she was watching the hundreds of security cameras scattered across the property to assess anything she'd have to deal with.

Expect any phones, watches and computers to be connected within the week, she thought to herself, but that was grossly generous of her. Anyone that was able to bring in an Internet-capable device was on Greyson's network in a matter of days.

"Essar!" a disembodied voice spoke. It was through the glasses, fed to her through vibrations in the frames so no one else could hear. "Essar" was one of her usernames, most notably for a game she'd been engrossed in with over ten million other players, titled EDEN Online. The username was just spelling out how someone would pronounce her initials. "You still in for the assault on Ark Lion next week? Half the con's been prepping their gear for nearly a month, and I heard Adam's gonna get in on the fight."

What's better is that she'd set up secure channels for her Ark to speak through at any time, unable to be decrypted by the resident of another. Arks were organized by gigantic floating continents, and each contained their own biosphere, however slightly they may be different. A different continent for every animal of the present and past and named after the species, all the Arks together made up a supermassive planet, and when you died in one, you were reincarnated in another, less populated continent. All the more reason to become dedicated to staying alive when you were in Ark Adam or Eve, treasured continents with the most versatile and adaptable of character capability, and all the more reason to defend it whenever someone felt like going on the offensive toward them.

Ark Adam and Eve are also tasked with maintaining a balance in the game's overarching ecosystem, and frequently worked together in between taking up their own tasks, resulting in battles of unbelievable scale to keep the population of every Ark evened out. If an Adam or Eve inhabitant dies? They're reincarnated as some of the most defenseless of species for the sake of dying again, hoping to land in a better position in their next spawn. It was punishment for failing at the privilege of being one of the moderators of EDEN, and they had to earn their way back in. Committing suicide upon respawn only landed them back in the same position. It was an unforgiving system, and the developers were lovably sadistic. One was a technopath himself.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," she answered, using her powers to transmit the message directly, rather than having to physically speak it. Sasha tuned out the other player, username: ArkSLAYER, and returned to the security system of the Reformatory. She flipped through cameras like one would flip through television channels, enlarging and swapping out the active screen whenever nothing interesting was happening. Dorm 12 provided no entertainment, but she would have to keep an eye on one of the boys. It wasn't every day that a purebred was unlucky enough to find themselves on the inside, and this one was scared out of his wits. In any case, the footage of his first few days would make for a good laugh, and she would be able to keep tabs on him for the staff so he doesn't get too fucked up.

She was able to watch the other dorms, the many available angles outside, and every hall and miscellaneous room in Greyson's interior. The amount of cameras in total broke the hundreds easily, and she changed the one she was watching every few seconds.

A laptop, she spotted in the corner of her eye, accompanied by legal tender changing hands. A little scandal she'd leave for the staff to find for themselves, if they weren't so lazy as to ignore "First Day Footage" as they did when Sasha arrived. The girl on camera had an "in" with at least one member of the staff, so Sasha'd keep an eye on her, too. Nothing of interest resulted from the exchange, though, unless watching a girl smoke smuggled pot by the window was a fetish (and knowing humans, it probably was to someone), and returned to watching the courtyard and the halls. Her room had been abandoned by her past dormmates in the last two years, one being handed over to an actual jail, and the other was successfully "reformed". There was no doubt she'd have new roommates by now, and Sasha wanted to know whom they were.

Not budging an inch, Sasha watched the halls and the courtyard, anticipating for someone to walk through the door even if she looked like a statue.