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Koyol

Faintly wayward technomancer: "Please don't kick your computer; you're hurting its feelings."

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by AugmentationAudit

Description

Name: Gregory Long Koyol.
Age: 21
Birth Date: 29.03.1990
Birthplace: Rosie Hospital, Cambridge.

Height: 5ft 2in
Weight: 7st 3lb

Skin Tone: Pale through lack of sunlight, faintly freckly across the arms, possibly an acne sufferer from what little of his face is on show.
Hair: Shoulder length, tight brown curls, stands up like a dandelion top and almost totally obscures his face.
Eyes: Blue, though it’s impossible to see given how he wears his hair, wears contact lenses when he remembers to put them in.
Facial Features: Hard to see given that his hair is always hanging down into his face. His mouth, which is often on show, is wide with thin lips.

Dress: Tends to wear badly coordinated, poorly chosen outfits that are often garishly coloured. Shoes are often mismatched, forgotten, or exchanged for slippers. There is often a pair of glasses somewhere on his person.



Dominant Trait: He’s shy to a fault and rarely makes conversation with other people. People have theorised that he has some condition on the Autistic spectrum, but seeing as he never confirms or denies this; it is hard to tell how truthful that is. He certainly does not excel in social situations; he’s awkward, uncertain, and struggles to speak clearly.

Secondary Trait: He becomes quite passionate about machines, especially robotics and computers; talking about them often brings him out of his shell.

Best Friend: If he has any friends at all, they don’t come to his house, although the amount of time he spends on the internet suggests that he may have a group of virtual friends. He has been heard speaking to people (apparently on the phone, though his housemates wonder if he’s actually talking to himself) inside his room, but he doesn’t go out to socialise, struggles to make new friends, and generally keeps himself to himself.

Other Friends Associated Users:
Typecase21- Forum poster, often in agreement with Koyol, responsible for several joint posts on the possibility of artificial intelligence.
Beautiful_Tomorrow- Youtube user, tends to back up arguments broached by the user Koyol.
LIeing101- User responsible for creating several popular flash games and movies.
Yatzibomb- Rarely seen on forums, but often spoken about as a skilled hacker.
GoldfishFTW- Xbox Live user; Plants vs Zombies, Portal.
0800diediedie- Xbox Live user; predominantly Call Of Duty, Halo II.

Enemies:
Trojan!alert- Youtube troll; argues @Koyol near-constantly and on a truly epic scale.
UnitedRepublicOfOrange regularly engages in in-depth, furious debates on subjects ranging from transsexuality to chaos theory with the user Koyol.
Jektzboy22: Publically recognised as the internet arch-nemesis of the user Koyol; they regularly hack each other’s websites, send increasingly vicious email viruses at each other, etc.


Family: Given that he has a great deal of expensive computing equipment in his room (and is often seen toting around a top of the range laptop) it can be assumed that his parents are well off. He moved in before most of his housemates, but was seen arriving with a man and a woman assumed to be his parents. He doesn’t worry about money like most other students, and food is delivered to him weekly. He gets mail at least once a week which is most likely from his parents.


Description of home: He lives in Cambridge, in student accommodation, sharing with five others. He rarely speaks to any of them, and only leaves his room to use the facilities. Nobody has yet set foot inside his room, though he brought in a lot of belongings when he first arrived.

History

Interview:

OCCUPATION: Student. Cambridge. Computer Science.
CURRENT HOME: Cambridge. Digs.
MARITAL STATUS: Single.
CHILDREN: No.
FAVORITE PIG OUT FOOD: Wotsits. Salami. Nachos (spicy). Pork scratchings. Ice cream; strawberry.
FAVORITE PERFORMER/AUTHOR/SPORTSMAN ETC: *shrug* Don’t like actors, don’t like sports. Sebastian Thrun is good.
EVERY NEW YEAR’S I RESOLVE TO: I don’t do new years.
NOBODY KNOWS I AM: Not going to answer or someone would know.
I WISH I COULD STOP: Biting my nails.
I'M A SUCKER FOR: -? :/
THE WORST PART OF MY LIFE IS: Daylight Savings.
I WANT TO TEACH MY CHILDREN THAT: Don’t want kids. Don’t know why everyone assumes I have to have some.
A GOOD TIME FOR ME IS: Working on my project, playing on Xbox.
THE WORST ADVICE THAT MY FATHER GAVE ME WAS: I like my dad; piss off.
I THOUGHT I WAS GROWN UP WHEN: This question is stupid.
WHEN I FEEL SORRY FOR MYSELF I: Piss off.
NOBODY WOULD BELIEVE ME IF THEY SAW ME: Naked? Cut my hair?
MY FRIENDS LIKE ME BECAUSE: ...
MY PET PEEVE IS: Bad internet connection ¬¬
MY MAJOR ACCOMPLISHMENT: Secret.
I CAN DIE HAPPY WHEN: Don’t want to die.
I'D REALLY RATHER: Not talk about death on a stupid form.
MY MOST HUMBLING EXPERIENCE WAS: None of your business.

So begins...

Koyol's Story

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A mussed, scruffy head of hair stuck itself around the door, looking not dissimilar to the bastard child of a mop-head and a poodle in the way that it formed a dandelion-top of copper brown, almost totally obscuring the face of the person it belonged to. The tight, irregular curls bobbed messily as the body that they appeared to be part of made its way into the room, declaring the strange looking being to be male, and dressed in mismatched purple, green and orange clothing. His shoes were odd; one a white trainer, the other a fluffy yellow slipper. It was totally possible that he'd dressed in the dark (or that his hair made it impossible for him to see).

Uncaring, he shuffled his way to the bar and laid his hands on the nearest computer terminal. His grin, though impossible to see, was easily gathered by his excited head-bobbing.

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A mussed, scruffy head of hair stuck itself around the door, looking not dissimilar to the bastard child of a mop-head and a poodle in the way that it formed a dandelion-top of copper brown, almost totally obscuring the face of the person it belonged to. The tight, irregular curls bobbed messily as the body that they appeared to be part of made its way into the room, declaring the strange looking being to be male, and dressed in mismatched purple, green and orange clothing. His shoes were odd; one a white trainer, the other a fluffy yellow slipper. It was totally possible that he'd dressed in the dark (or that his hair made it impossible for him to see).

Uncaring, he shuffled his way to the bar and laid his hands on the nearest computer terminal. His grin, though impossible to see, was easily gathered by his excited mumbling

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Koyol seemed pretty oblivious to what was going on in the rest of the room, but that was a fact easily attributed to the wildly fuzzing growth of his hair; it hung to his chin, totally obscuring his eyes. He didn't seem to care all that much though, if his posture was any indication, and he remained quite intent on his examination of the nearest terminal, muttering to himself from time to time.

After a few moments, he seemed to come to some conclusion or other- he straightened up, looking around as if he could actually see what was going on. His grin was just visible under his fringe as he crossed the room, heading towards the nearest robotic bartender with his hands outstretched.

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Koyol jumped a little with his hands on the robot's 'face', because that had most certainly been directed at him... why was someone... human voices were hard, and he usually didn't pay any attention, but this one sounded... cross. Ish. Maybe... he wasn't really sure; humans were so difficult. Koyol sighed, turning away from his prize with a faintly dejected air to him.

"...umm..." He sounded as awkward as he felt, unsure when it came to talking to people. "I'm... fixing."

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Koyol seemed to become very quickly distracted, running small, calloused hands over the face of the machine again in something that was close to a caress. He didn't seem overly connected to the real world, but he was trying rather hard to listen to the woman over... everything else. Her voice was quiet though, and he felt oddly disconnected from her; she was yet another person that didn't understand. He made a point to listen though, because this was important...

"I- there are seven robots. Of course they're broken... they're broken, they are." He pet the robot's face again, gently, as if it was a fragile, sickly child. "They're not- there's nothing there. There has to be something there. It's so lonely. Needs- just needs." He had no idea how to explain it to this person, but there was such a void there... empty.

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Koyol didn't really know how to explain himself at all, and didn't want to, but the woman was more than a little intimidating and he assumed that telling her that he was going to do what he wanted anyway would probably end in him getting told off. He didn't like being told off at all... Koyol wrung his hands anxiously, shuffling his feet.

He fell silent for a moment, trying to think. "I... they have no personality. They need a personality. There are seven of them..." He giggled. "This one's Doc."

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Koyol wanted so very badly to just ignore her and keep going, but he didn't like being told off and this woman seemed to have lots of friends. Human friends, and humans were complicated, unpredictable, and difficult to understand. "A personality. Don't be mean. You just don't understand. You can't give them one. That doesn't mean they don't deserve one. They're all empty inside. That's not fair. They need to have personality too. It's right there, the empty space. It's not hard to put a personality in there. You doing it would take years, and they're lonely now."

He spoke in stilted, uncertain sentences, as if he wasn't quite used to talking out loud. "This one's Doc."

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Koyol lifted his hands to cover his head, afraid that she'd somehow manage to cut his hair off by just mentioning it. He was very attached to his hair... Koyol shuffled back a fraction, but came back a second later; the promise of 'fixing' the robots was just too tempting, even if she was going to shave his hair off or something.

"I just- will. I want to so I will. I'll do it and they'll have personalities. Like they're s'posed to have." He tapped the robot's head yet again, starting to sound plaintive. "This one's Doc."

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Koyol grinned in utterly delight at her words (it was worth listening to people sometimes), and cuddled the robot's head between his hands. "...thank you..." he said distractedly, completely as an afterthought (because she was human, and he really didn't pay very much attention to them; it took a lot of concentration that he often couldn't spare).

"This one's Doc," he told her again as he pulled away, giggling happily as the robot took on a pompous stance. "See? He's Doc."

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Koyol seemed totally content when the robot shook her hand with much pomp and ceremony to go along with its obvious enthusiasm. "He's Doc. He might talk. I don't know." Koyol already seemed to be becoming distracted, calling the next robot over to him. "This is number two. He's Bashful." Small, careful hands found the robot's face. "He'll still serve drinks. I won't break him. Promise."

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Koyol pulled away from the robot once it had adopted a new stance; arms in front of its body, head down and looking about as shy as a robot could look. He turned to face Harriet, as if noticing her for the first time. Oh. The lady he'd been talking to. She was still talking. "I like Snow White. It's nice. They'll like it too. You can be Snow White." He reached for the next robot, sending Doc and Bashful back to their work.

The next robot was already waiting. "Because there're seven of them." He pet the metal face. "This one's Dopey. You won't turn them back, will you?"

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Koyol finished off with Dopey the robot, which scratched its head and wandered off to wipe down the bar counter, before glancing distractedly at Ramses. Somebody talking to him... a male somebody. He called up the next robot, already working on its personality. "This is Grumpy... she's Snow White." He pointed roughly in the direction of Harriet. "She said it was okay." He didn't want to be told off at all. He wasn't finished yet.

He looked over at Harriet when he sent Grumpy on its way, grinning to himself as the robot stumped across the room, looking for all the world as if it was having a tantrum. "You'll be nice to them?" He was already starting on Happy, not really looking at her for long enough to get an answer.

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Koyol seemed to lose interest in the male person, who didn't appear to be actually speaking to him anyway; it wouldn't be the first time he'd gotten something like that wrong, so Ko wasn't bothered. He turned back to Happy, who bounced on the balls of his mental feet and scooted off to enthuse at a patron. It was- nice. And right. This worked. Just Sleepy and Sneezy to go now!

He didn't want to talk to people who weren't talking to him, and he didn't seem to be getting in trouble... he started on Sleepy at once.

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Koyol finally took the very last robot's face in his hands, totally oblivious to the conversations going on around him as he completed the work that he felt the overpowering need to take on. He never asked himself why, or how, or thought too deeply into any of it really; it just was, and poking around his feelings ended up confusing him. He liked Snow White though. He liked the Seven Dwarfs; he'd watched it all the time when he was a kid.

When Sneezy gave its head a little shake and mimed sneezing into its hands, Koyol pulled back, exhausted and suddenly unsure. He looked at Harriet as though she had all the answers.

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Koyol seemed to stare at her from under his madly curling fringe for a long moment before speaking as something close to an afterthought. "Um... yes. They're good. They'll be happy. Happy will be happiest. But they'll all be happy. You won't turn them back, promise?" He wasn't sure if someone actually could turn one of them back, but the very idea that someone might try made him anxious.

"They'd be sad if you'd-" he broke off, catching sight of Absolution Stern's shotgun.

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Koyol wasn't all that convinced when it came to a man waving a shotgun around; he cowered behind Harriet for a moment, until the man looked away, and then made a mad dash for the exit. He didn't want to get shot, he had never even seen a real gun before! He certainly wasn't about to stay around if someone was going to shoot him by mistake... or on purpose... he didn't want to be murdered.

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Koyol shuffled into the bar with his head down, face invisible under a dandelion-top of haphazardly tight brown curls but possibly able to see where he was going given that his fringe was hanging away from his eyes. He had chosen to wear a bright blue and orange shirt for some reason or other, with an undone, pinstriped purple tie and cuff-links shaped like hourglasses (complete with lilac sand). Needless to say, he looked completely ridiculous, and possibly a little insane; he was wearing slippers rather than shoes and didn't seem in the least bit aware of that fact.

Rather than heading to the bar, he made a beeline for one of the serving robots.

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Koyol seemed to be having a very in depth conversation with Doc the serverbot, though his words were so quite that it was hard to hear. He was certainly gesticulating animatedly with his short, pale hands. He looked happy, as much as it was possible to tell, and far more comfortable now that he had someone to talk to. The 'bot was responding in kind, moving its hands and bleeping oddly as if it was speaking back.

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Koyol finally finished his 'conversation' with the robotic bartender with glasses and shuffled over to a table near the fire (but not so near that he disturbed the girl there). His laptop (Alienware, clearly well traveled) was quickly set down on the table and taken out of hibernate, though he kept himself hunched over the screen to keep whatever he was doing from view. He started typing almost at once, pausing to read now and again; seemingly totally engrossed in his task.

It was hard to tell how he could see, with his hair all over his face, but given how close he was leaning to the screen there was a good chance that his eyesight was either not very good or hindered by his fringe. His short, stubby fingers with nails bitten down to the quicks flew over the keys with the sort of ease that spoke of long practice and a fury that spoke of advanced irritation at the person he was typing at.

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Koyol shuddered violently at the feeling of eyes on his skin, and practically jumped out of his chair when that feeling transformed into a blowing sensation on the back of his neck. Not normal! He whirled around, expecting to see someone standing right behind him (which was a bad idea, given what he was doing; his sharp movement exposed a black screen and line after line of white text), but there was nobody there... only that girl.

Koyol raised a hand to his head (the other snapping his laptop shut) and pulled his hair to the side enough to get a good look at her. She looked a bit like he did at half six in the morning when someone had decided it was fun to wake him up, but that didn't mean that she hadn't leaped out of her seat to blow on his neck; people were tricky like that. He pulled a faintly thoughtful face, picked up his laptop, and shuffled over to her with it under his arm.

"Uh?" He wasn't eloquent by any stretch of the imagination, but his questioning intent was clear enough to get the point across, if only to an extent. He clearly wanted to know what was going on.

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Koyol stared at Bug through his fringe for a few moments, even going so far as to lift his fringe up to study him. Her face said... worried? Upset? Cross? It wasn't a 'good' face, but it wasn't a 'very bad' face either... probably an upset face then. Maybe she was angry with him... he didn't want to be shouted at. But no, she wasn't shouting, she was talking about cups of tea. Why did that not make more sense? He sighed, wishing people would just make sense.

"Uh... I'm, um, not a... y'know..." He gestured towards Happy the 'tenerbot. "I'm sort of... here, y'know? Not a, um, bartender or anything." Koyol have his laptop a little jiggle, holding it up for her to see; maybe showing her would make her understand what he was trying to say. "Customer."

Well, this wasn't going as he wanted it to, at all, but then again, he had been stupid enough to start a conversation with a person. People never made any sense. "Do you, uh.... like... live here?" ...why on earth did he say that?! People didn't live in bars...

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Koyol blinked at Bug for a moment, trying to work out what she was trying to say to him. It wasn't all that easy to work out, especially seeing as she said a great deal; it was easier when it was written down, so he could go over it again and think up an answer. Sadly, human beings didn't tend to speak in text, which was a shame. It also made Koyol's life rather difficult.

"Right..." He sat down on the edge of one of the chairs, and set his laptop on his knees, hands locked around the device in his nervousness. "Uh... flu is, like, bad. Yeah... I had, uh, a flu jab. From the clinic at uni... you should get one too. NHS and all that; 's good."

Well... this was difficult. What else had she said again? Uh... flu... biting? Was she- he really hoped not. People did though, didn't they? Oh. Was she a- "Are you a real homeless person?" Oh hell he needed to shut up so badly!

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Koyol crossed his arms indignantly, almost-scowling from under his hair. "Yeah they do. 's NHS. They even give jabs to pedophiles." His mother was always telling him not to talk about pedophiles... damn... quick, change the subject! What else had she said?! He needed to listen (easier said than done). "Uh... well... um." Silence. For a moment, he had no idea what to say.

"Uh. Oh! You're a homeless person. 's cool. You look real too." Not that he'd be able to tell the difference; people over the internet felt more 'real' than anyone in this room. He remembered them better than people face-to-face as well. "Awkward..." He wasn't supposed to say that out loud! "I mean, I, uh. I'm working on a, um, project. I guess. Ish." Damnit...

"The NHS..." He put a hand over his mouth to stop the words coming out.

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Koyol could accurately class the look on her face as 'not good Kolyo', an expression that came in many forms and was often directed at him when he said something really, really stupid. He really wished people were easier to decipher, if they were, then he wouldn't have to be looked at like that all the time. Stupid people and their stupid faces...

"I- what?" Was she saying that she was a pedophile? Or was she saying that she wasn't one? Did people tend to admit that sort of thing? What if she wanted to pedophile him?! He had always looked young for his age... Koyol took a deep breath and tried not to panic; he was always being told not to panic because it made him pay even less attention.

He tried to work out what she had said, rather than her face. "I- I don't think you're a pedophile. I was just- sort of- uh. Well. I mean... they even give pedophiles medicine. You're only homeless. Not- uh, a pedophile... I mean, as far as I- no, I mean, I'm not assuming- shit." He shut up. It was usually best when he shut up.

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"I, uh, live in Cambridge? In digs." Koyol answered, shuffling uncomfortably in his chair as he wondered (yet again) why she was pulling such an odd face. He hoped she wasn't going to sneeze on him or anything, because that would be disgusting and he always caught other peoples' germs... he was probably already infected- no, wait, flu jab. She must have not had hers, because she didn't believe in the NHS. People that didn't believe in the NHS were stupid, and he almost told her so, before he remembered that that wasn't really okay. People didn't tend to like being told that they were stupid, even when they obviously were.

"You could always sell the Big Issue."