Description

Personality

Full of pride and youthful excitement, caution is not a word known to Binji. He's silly and un-serious, but also very smart, a fact rather unknown to his own self. He claims not to have much interest in girls, but his actions can say otherwise.

Equipment

Clothes/Armor

He wears simple plain street clothes expected of a teenage boy. Plain t-shirts and polos, jeans, warm vintage jacket for winter, as well as elbow-length fingerless gloves. He ~looks~ like your average, un-wealthy, most likely Hypo addicted teen. However, what you don't know is that that coat he wears is lined with MicroPLAD, and those jeans? they cover up the hacking equipment and probes he keeps strapped to his thighs and calves.



Equipment

Remember those fingerless gloves? Well, one of them is his own, smaller version of the GLOVE. It hacks slower, and is easier to track, but its almost impossible to notice, and it serves his purpose just fine: Giving things viruses. The other glove is hooked up to a generator strapped to his thigh, and a firm grasp from it can deliver a strong enough electric shock to at least stun a human, cyborg, or android.

Inside his jeans are legs, and strapped to those legs is a LOT of equipment. First there is the small generator for the previously mentioned stun-gun, and a long set of small metal probes. When inserted into the proper places, he can wireless-ly insert viruses and possibly hack practically any machine with his GLOVE, even androids or in rare cases, cyborgs. On the other leg he has strapped to it his microchip case, a small thin sleeve containing over sixty different microchips, each containing a certain virus, typically of mass destruction.



Weapons

His stun-glove, self titled W.E.L.D, for Wireless Energized Lethargy Diode. His viruses, which he is very skilled in using and control as well as anyone.


Inventions

For prides sake and for the sake of the unwritten "bro code", Benji would never admit the fact that almost all of his inventions were inspired by ShortCut... but they are.

- - - -Viruses ~ Benji has invented over 60 of them, most small scale and a lot of them pranks, but his three large scale-ones are listed here.

Mia - Wirelessly delivered in seconds, Mia is his most commonly used virus. Equipped with attitude and a sense of humor, Mia appears as a voice recording, informing the victim that their computer will self destruct in five minutes. Then it repeatedly plays the old music video---"Rick Astley's Never gonna give you up"--- For the five minutes, and then the computer should explode.. right? Wrong. Actually, while the victim is distracted Mia simultaneously downloads every scrap of information onto Benji's GLOVE, then proceeds to short circuit the hard drive, causing a nice puff of smoke, and the words "Mr.Flashboard Was Here", to blink on the monitor. Very overdone and theatrical, Benji only uses Mia for smaller clients where he knows no counter-hacker will be involved.

Corren - Named after his late best friend, Corren is his meanest and hardest to stop virus. Delivered by any of Benji's probes, or USB, Corren takes only seconds to download to any computer. The only problem is, Corren does not function wirelessly. Once downloaded, Corren is invisible to any user, and any of your average or even most higher-tech virus protection. Using a variety of back doors and trojan horses, Corren can get into almost any computer, and there it stays. Equipped with a LMFAI, or Logically and Mathematically Functioning Artificial Intelligence, Corren will observe the users habits for three days, and thus deduce the most likely time for the user to be away so it can activate. Once activated, Corren will spend anywhere from 10 minutes to an hour completely erasing everything on the entire computer, permanently. Well, everything save one thing. After being destroyed, the monitor will continue to blink the following words for up to three hours: "Mr.Flashboard Was Here"

Agent Ally - Agent Ally, or AA for short, was his 27th virus and one of his most useful. Wirelessly delivered in a download package that takes only fifteen minutes of the reciever being near by, or one hour if done long distance via the WWW. Once attatched, Agent Ally will cause the computer to become laggy and slow to load, as now Mr.Felix Flashboard, AKA Benji, has access to everything on the computer, and can selectively decide what to download from there. Ally comes in the form of a microchip, CD-ROM, or simple Apeplex file that can be stored on any hard drive without being activated. While connected, AA also gives Benji access to any web feeds, webcam, and or microphone footage the victimized computer has access to.

- - - -Gadgets ~ As are his viruses, these are also inspired by ShortCuts work, and some of Corren's as well

WELD- WELD, the Wireless Energized Lethargy Diode, looks just like an old, well worn pair of darkish color fingerless gloves. However, a fine netting of wire runs through the fabric, which wirelessly get their energy from a generator on Benji's thigh. However, to prevent the wireless energy from shocking himself, it is directed through a series of 'Checkpoints', in the form of small metal loops embedded just under his skin, directing the energy through them to the glove and not into his body. As a result of this, the WELD will work on no one but himself, without shocking the user.

GLOVE 0.125- Self titled Glove version 0.125, because it operates with aprox. with 1/8 the power and efficency of his mentor, ShortCut's, much fancier version. It looks identical to the WELD, a fingerless glove, worn and probably in need of a washing. However, very sophisticated data chips and processors, all thin as paper and flexible as fabric, are sewn into the material. The glove functions by reading the slightest movement of Benji's hand, and a multiple variety of input methods are available to him, though he has a tendency to forget them and get them mixed up, as they can be difficult to remember. Still, is that finger twitching a nervous tick? I don't think so...

Probes- His probes look very unspecial, simple stiff wires about a foot long, with one end coming to a point and these incredibly thin flexible wires coming out of the other. Built off of one of Corren's unfinished designs, they can perform a variety of funcions, and when inserted into ~anything~ with machinery can deliver ~any~ of his viruses.

Skills

He is advanced in Viral hacking, and a good mimic and actor. He is a member of the 404s.



Abilities

He took seven years of Karate as a teenager, but still knows nothing compared to those of he program. He can speak Japanese, and is fluent in Lua, Python, C++, and the more recent languages of Apeplex, Isa, and VXL.

History

Birth Place/Area of Residence

Born in NYC, lived in LA for a while, and has recently has just moved back to NYC



Family Tree

The spawn of a Hypo and Alcohol induced tryst, he still does not know who his father was as he was long gone by the time his mother knew she was pregnant. She died when he was two, and he has no memory of her. Though both his parents were English, he was born, orphaned, and taken in by a street gang. There he grew up in a rough and tumble life until he was ten, we he was found and taken in by the founder of the '404s, ShortCut. ShortCut, or Mac-o, as Benji calls him, is very close to Benji. Mac-o's sister, Corren, was one of his closest friends, until she dissapeared only a little over a year ago.



Alliance

Hackers



Occupation

Viral Hacker



Bio/History

"Hypo. The stupid drug I've learned to hate. It is the only reason I'm on this earth, me being a messed up accident that has no right to be here, as my own parents certainly didn't want me. I was born to a lady Fey Carton, she passed away fifteen years ago, leaving me alone in the dark and scary streets of New York City. I don't have a father, well, of course I did, but if he is alive then he has no idea he has a son. Him not knowing about me is halfway personal, as I being an accomplished 404 hacker gives me multiple good reasons to have as little know about me as possible. On the Internet my name is "Felix Flashboard", the hacker who will give your enemies a virus in exchange for money. Its a small business compared to taking down the Government, but it pays my bills. Anyways, back to why I hate Hypo. Number one, it created me. Two, it killed my mother. Three, its precisely why I'm in this current mess..."

Benji sighed, sliding his finger along his right glove, and causing the display only he could see to flicker out, saving the journal entry for later. It had been a long night, mostly spent developing his latest virus, the lovely Tyra. He named his viruses after people, in the same way hurricanes or tornadoes are named. Being on his second time through the alphabet, Benji was finally starting to feel like he had a decent arsenal against the Government. Standing and crossing the room he was living in, he went over to the mirror. His hair was mussed, so he took a comb and swiped along his scalp, the thin hairs easily doing what he said. He sighed softly, moving back to the chair. He could journal a bit longer. He slid his finger along the glove again, letting it read his DNA and the screen flicker to life before his eyes alone.

"...this current mess, hours away from home. I'm stuck in Los Angeles. I came to plant a virus, possibly help eliminate an android informant for the Government, and leave. Now the good old folks of LA are thinking I should stay here, and the dispute has risen to the point of a formal summary being sent to HQ for review. So here I am, confined to my home until HQ sends back their judgment on where I should stay..."

The screen began to flash, signaling and incoming email. His personal GLOVE runs only on the personal 404 network, so he immediately froze, knowing it was probably HQ, and it probably contained his future. His fingers moved ever so slightly, the computerized glove picking up his nerve responses and opening the document he had been sent. He read it three times, his deep blue eyes registering what it said with a mixture of surprise and shock. They were sending him back to New York. A slow smile crept across his face, just knowing that Mac-o had to have has something to do with it, and that he was finally getting to go home.