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Sigma

"When you say you want to become better, why do you want to become better?"

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a character in “Building The Wall”, as played by Lloyd999

Description

ImageCodename: Sigma (Named after both the Greek letter and the neurologist Sigmund Freud)
Age: 37
Role: CR Specialist

Appearance: He certainly keeps himself groomed like a shrink, shortly-trimmed hair and beard and a pair of thick-rimmed glasses, and doesn't like to be super-radical with his appearance, and kept all his augmentations away from his head, using special eye-glasses (different ones for different situations) to make up for the lack of visual and neural enhancers. He replaced his right arm completely, but when he did so, he trained himself to be left-handed, a sort of mental training against CR. He has visible augmentations on his legs in the form of braces that let him walk and run around with less effort, but are more like braces attached to his bones than leg replacements. He has a couple implants on and in his chest, mostly in his lungs, heart and major blood vessels, that connect to a power vest he can put on. The Lambda on it represents the length constant of electric potential along the axons in brain and nerve cells.

Personality: One would normally view Sigma as a pragmatic man, as he usually is rather reserved and seems to simply want to get his job done quickly and quietly, and tends to frown upon people with radical thinking. However, he is, in fact, quite the opposite, He is usually quite a curious man, often going around asking people various questions about themselves on their spare time. One might think it's just him doing his job, looking for signs of potential development of CR, but it is actually out of his own innate curiosity of the thoughts lives of others. He is actually quite friendly, and will willingly discuss all kinds of interesting neurological facts, and of course, his specialty, Cyber-Rage. Sometimes, Sigma might even question orders and courses of action when dealing with victims of CR, as often, it results in the neutralization of the subject. Sigma is very sympathetic, and he is especially so to those whom end up experiencing CR, and even has deep sympathy toward those whom lost friends and family to CR.

Equipment: He has a special Power Vest of some sort which helps him with a medical condition, a mitochondrial disease, that gives his cells difficulty with oxygen exchange, resulting in easy fatigue and exercise intolerance, which also hinders the thinking potential in the brain. The Power Vest connects to augmentations in his chest to stimulate the heart, lungs and bloodstream to assist in oxygen exchange and circulation in the circulatory system, and at the same time, enhance neural and nervous activity to not only normal levels, but slightly higher than normal. It makes a normally slow and inactive person into a professional athlete with superhuman reflexes and calculation power similar to that of a high-end home computer. However, It only has two hours of charge and has to be recharged periodically, but can be hooked up to basic power sockets, and takes an average of four hours to charge. It can also connect to his armor to electrically charge it and strengthen it to absorb impact, such as that of bullets, but it can quickly drain the vest's charge if it's constant, and just to power his whole suit, the charge only lasts an hour.

Theme Song: Veridis Quo ~ Daft Punk

So begins...

Sigma's Story

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He woke up with a start, covered in cold sweat as an alarm was waking him up. He turned his head to face the console beside his bed, consisting of a multitude of buttons and a simply L.E.D. clock telling the time, flashing. A little Red light labeled N was lit. He couldn't see much else but the red glare in the darkness, especially without his glasses, but the distinct red light was recognizable. It wasn't the first time N woke him up. He was experiencing irregular sleeping patterns, which he knew just as well as any neurologist that it was severely unhealthy for him. He groaned and fumbled his finger around the console until he could find a button next to the clock display, shutting the alarm off, only for it to start beeping again, indicating a notification.

"Nnn..." He mumbled, feeling around the console for the master illumination toggle.

โ€œYou are requested to report to 1348 Normandy, District 83.โ€ it said. Switching on the lights, he found another button that opened a drawer, where he found his glasses. Scrambling out of the bed, he tossed the covers back over it and pushed it into the wall. His quarters was built to be small and versatile, being almost claustrophobic and only a couple square feet large, but it served many purposes, with many facilities that could be pulled out like drawers, such as his bed or a sink. Many of the quarters were similar, to preserve space, but some were larger to support other needs or wants.

As he was looking at himself in the mirror he pulled out of the wall, he was trying to remember the dream he had, as not only did he find it intriguing, he felt he was going to need it for future analysis, especially considering how much pressure ASIT had on it's psychiatric members to find symptoms of CR in it's members as early as possible. Pushing the mirror back into the wall, he pulled out a thin desk that had papers, handbooks and writing utensils perfectly placed by a machine, which would have done the same thing to his bed. Originally the machine would get him the daily newsprint, but that company was shut down when they found it was much easier and more efficient to do it digitally. That could be said about this entire city, he'd think, Everything that can't be replaced digitally is reused and beat down until nothing of it remains. He preferred to keep everything as physical as possible, however, and preferred to write things down. He figured the reason why people were so wrapped up in the virtual 'reality' was so that they forgot about the world (walls) around them. However, there were those who still well aware of it, and these people were those who often went through bouts of depression, but depression was a good sign of humanity, and he preferred that over machine any day. Why else would he have such irregular sleep patterns. It did pose a scary thought, though; What if we, as humans, lost our physical form and simply were consumed into digital space? He did his best not to repress this thought.

Taking the old-fashioned designed pen and a grey blank page, he began to write, as the dream quickly escaped his memory.

I had a dream just now. The computer will put down the date and time at the top of this page. However, I can only write a quick note as I am being summoned for duty, and I remember very few details. In the dream, I was running from a fire to a fire. I don't know why, but it was urgent. I don't even remember seeing the fire, but I just know it was a fire. I remember my vision being a little too low, so I must have been in my youth. I was running through the city, through places and streets I knew quite well, but they were pieced together oddly. I can't quite remember the places now though. I am running quite fast, in fact, and not faltering once. I think I had my Vest on. As a side note, I never had my Power Vest when I was younger. I do remember arriving at my destination. I think it was at a school a hospital the institute. Although, It didn't lead inside, but it led to but I couldn't tell where it led to. I know it wa outside, and the sun was bright. The sun actually was getting so bright that it burned everything. That's the greater part of the dream I remember. The only other part I remember was talking to Mykeisha. She didn't have her augments, but I can't quite remember the situation I was in or what she said. Requires further reflection.

Ending his hastily written note, he pushed the desk back into the wall and scrambled to get ready to leave. He got his Power Vest out of a digitally locked drawer and put it on. It wasn't active, but it was fully juiced and ready for use whenever he felt the need. Putting on a jacket, he scrambled out of his quarters and headed straight for the vehicle lot, jingling his keys in his pocket. The nice thing about old-fashioned locks is that they couldn't be hacked, and hacking could be done more quickly than more conventional methods, and few used those sort of locks anymore anyhow. Keeping an eye on the time on his heads-up display on his glasses, he realized he was going to be a bit late. Can't possibly be too different from the last case, he thought So maybe they can do without me for a couple minutes.

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Mari walks to Specter. /me Hello. My name is Mari.

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Character Portrait: Mari Ayanami Mari Ayanami says,
 “ Hello. ”