Errata Nul: Futurisic/Sci Fi RP
 

Far into the future, when the name of the earth has been lost to time, being human has far outlived itself. With the invention of various technological advancements, human beings became better than their ancestors. People began living underwater in massive airtight cities as the land overpopulated, the now united humans forming the Tridian Republic. Space travel increased, and colonies on the moon and Mars were established. No alien life-forms were contacted as of yet. The Fully-Functioning Mechanical Prosthetics Project, or FFMPP, was finally realized, and human beings no longer feared losing their bodies, because they could be replaced. Organ recessitators became cheaper and easier to use, and humans no longer died from old age. Tissue regenerating personal nanobots, also nicknamed "Gens", increased healing rates in those wealthy enough to buy them. Various self-defense fields became so powerful that metal-based bullets became impractical, bringing in the new era of medival weaponry.

Henry Savage was a famous bounty hunter who disabled his targets using unique methods, killing them with stakes, tying them up with rope, using plastic weaponry, explosives, and poisons, both biological and electronic, to take them out. Many people started carrying stakes in self-defense. Then, Savage died at the hands of a target who had undergone genetic modifications and grown claws. Many in the underworld started to grow claws. More and more trends popped up until the whole human population was either carrying weaponry or was not entirely human.

Genetic splicing has become quite common. If anyone has seen Batman Beyond you'll know what I'm talking about. Otherwise just think of minor modifications like claws, nightvision, tough skin, hollow bones to lose weight, even wings. However, the recipient of the splicing starts to have the animal's instincts influence them more and more. Recipients of up to 30% splicing have been able to keep control completely, anything past that has been outlawed, and its recipiants declared "Demihuman". Splicing may be able to be administered while a child is still in the developmental stages, however, the procedure was never legalized. A few of the more interesting modifications are selectively grown organic armor that mimics a tortise's shell, the regeneration when exposed to vitamin C that earthworms posess, a cat's flexible spine, and the ability to mimic sounds of a mockingbird. Less interesting are the more prevalent, the tough skin of a rhino, the strength of a gorilla, the speed of a cheetah. Modified humans are called splicers, zs (Slang for Zoanthropes), Missed Links (From a famous music band composed of modified humans), mixers, or fuzzies. Less than nice slang is halfers, animal bastards, twisted ladders (from DNA), or apeshits. The public in general disproves of splicing in general, especially because of some reported advanced psychosis in those recieving extreme modifications.

Someone whose body is composed of over 50% prosthetic mechanics is called a cyborg. Cyborgs who are rendered as such by an accident are pitied, but those who willingly modify their bodies to this extreme are usually shunned or used as guards. Slang for cyborgs includes mechs, golems, steel-skins and comps. Cyborgs built for battle are called "Guns with brains" in the military, and when a member of the formal military or police force recieves a prosthetic, they are often told with a bit of sarcasm "Welcome to government work." Common knowledge is that an artificial metal is used to transmit the body's electrical signals to the prosthetic to get it to move as the user wants. This metal is called Orisium and is produced by the Orichalcum Foundry.

Prosthetics componies are booming as of this century. The government's personal compony, The MPC (Mechanical Prosthetics Compony), is renowned not only for the fact that many individuals start with them, but just how amazingly subpar their products are. Rook, a non-government owned war-based prosthetics company, is renowned but expensive. Their slogan is "Feel like a castle" and their trademark features the chess piece within a circle. Their other trademark includes the up and down pattern of a castle wall at the point where the mechanics meets flesh. Rook's prosthetics are heavier than average because they use an ultra-durable alloy nicknamed "Adamantine". RHK Co. (Rebuild Human Kind) is currently in heated competition with Rook, and their prosthetics are used by important people and civilians. These prosthetics look exactly identical to an organic part, but are far more fragile than Rook's prosthetics. There are many others, but these two are the largest by far.

Another thing happened over the years. The boundry between the earth's universe and one very near it ripped, on occasion making portals into the other world. That world is dangerous and unpredictable, but is said to hold powerful artifacts that irrevocably modify the person who binds it to themselves. These artifacts were named "Errata" because they modified the people who had them so much, almost like genetic alteration, but far more drastic.

The government of Tridia wants these artifacts because they wish to duplicate the power of the artifacts. They have indeed been sucessful, but these new "False Errata" produce only a fraction of the power that the real thing produces.

Errata hunters began cropping up, some from the new animallia races, but most from the humans. They desire to search for the powerful, mysterious and otherworldly artifacts for many reasons; money, power, greed, fame, curiosity. So many people find that these artifacts are their destiny.



Date: Twelfth month, eighteenth day, 5008th TRE
It seems that I have made it back from that other world with my life and most of my body. One of those hideous creatures ripped my arm right out of the socket as I ran away. My Gens have already stopped the bleeding, but now I only have one arm and I'm using it to type this message, my last will and testament, and sending it over the Global Web to announce what I saw.

A massive temple, with Errata written all over it. I will not leave the site of the portal because I am fickle, and I belive that the Errata I saw is too. My own ingrained Errata came out of me, transforming me back from my powerful and lither form to the human I once was. That body it gave me was just a shell, and I had lost myself. I had always wanted to write, and so I shall leave you with a poem.

He who finds it has lost it
The birthplace of the first gods
The birthplace of the passing of ideas
Keep your heart steady as you stare into the abyss
The first is the last and the last is the first
He whose sight is weak has a weak heart and soul
Ashes mean nothing to a fool
A final calling of the name of the key shall lead you through the maze
There you shall find the most powerful change of all

Maybe that's why I because an Errata hunter, I can't write!

-Bevill Sagrach



This somewhat quirky message was reported on by the Tridian News Network. It is said to be a message that leads to the most powerful Errata of all. Try as they might no one has, as of yet, figured out this mysterious poem.

In order for you to sign up, I will need the following:

Name: (Character's Name, obviously)
Age: (Oldest living humans are 744, FYI)
Race: (human or otherwise.)
Physical description: (Note any genetic or prosthetic modifications. Prosthetic modifications are common only because localized explosives and blades are more in use than guns.)
Mental description: (This is where your character's personality, likes, dislikes, and outlook go. Mental disorders are more commonplace in this era than in our era, but the medication is so good that most unruly symptoms are easily controlled. A few that are not capable of being completely medicated are Terrets, Schitsophrenia, Phobias, Fetishes, and Multiple Personality Disorder.)
Equipment: (List of your character's equipment, nothing too terribly expensive unless you're rich or something. Personal defense equipment is relatively cheap.)
Backround: (self-explanitory)
Extra: (Anything else you might want to add)

Wow, this is really original. I'm interested, as soon as I finish my chara I'll get back to you.

Count me in too, unless newbs like me are banned.

Name: Felix Mendelssohn
Age: 35
Race: Human
Physical description: Bone white hair and skin, and eerie red eyes that reflect light very much like a cats. He has a high, thin nose, a soft chin and narrow, almost squinty eyes. His hair is mostly short and spiky, except in the back at the neck, where long, thin strands go past his shoulders a bit. Note: He has extraordinary reflexes coupled with great strength. These are the product of bone and muscle enhancing cybernetics.
Mental description: Felix is quite a prodigy. His personality waivers from bitterly harsh and out-spoken, to quiet, reserved and polite. Psychiatrists have never identified whether this is true MPS or just a quirk of his.
Equipment: A dagger, a short-sword, a stun baton, a hand-held PC, and a wrist device that acts as a bank-card, radio, I.D. card, cell-phone, and a watch, of course.
Background: Felix is one of the few surviving Chemi-Texa Kids, babies whom developed abnormally due to their parents’ exposure to toxic substances at an accidental spill at a Chemi-Texa (largest chemical corp. in the Solar System) compound. Most children died, but those who did survive became child-geniuses, albeit at the cost of extreme albinism (no skin or hair pigment, thus more prone to harm from the sun.) He receives and will continue to receive for the rest of his life significant monetary compensation from Chemi-Texa.
Extra: Felix is an officer in a militant-Fascist political party called the Machine Party. They are the largest political minority, and have considerable influence in the larger Conservative Party, and serve as legal vigilantes for the police system.

Um i hope this character is okay. if you have any problems i can change it. Looks to be a good scenario btw.


Name: Dakeyras
Age: 35
Race: Human
Physical description: 6"3', thin built, dark brown hair, blue eyes, favours dark clothing wearing dark cargo style pants, a dark concealing cloak with a hood. also wears armour that looks like its made of black iron but in actual fact contains not only a personal shield but also a small stealth field generator. genetically bred to have quick reflexes and an enhanced thought reaction time (ie. he can quickly assess the situation and act almost instantly). One cybernetic eye which in addition to zooming gives his several spectrums of vision (Predator style)
Mental description: While a seemily tough exterior Dakeyras will only fight if necessary. Dislikes authority. Cares deeply about anyone he befriends even up to his own death if necessary. Has some problems communicating well with people making him seem very much a loner
Equipment: Before mentioned armour. Sabre, Crossbow and several throwing and normal knives.
Backround: Part of a experiment which bred elite soldiers to protect high company officials on a day to day basis. Dakeyras has no family apart from those of the same generation of the program. Dakeyras is seen as a failure to the program with his dislike of authority and his caring side and as such was removed from the program at an early age. Dakeyras grew up on the streets and became a bounty hunter but only took out bounties on those who he believed should be stopped refusing those on innocents.

Looks pretty good.

My character's profile:

Name: Operation Hunt 002 (Codename: Drakus)
Age: 23
Race: 65% Human, 35% Komodo Dragon
Physical Description: Rough 6'7". Weighs nearly 250 lbs. Head is very reptillian and eyes are amber. Has dark green scales instead of skin. Has tribal series of tatoos that start on his muzzle and go down to his back and chest. His scales are patterned with dotted black stripes. His underbelly is an off-white. Has single opposable digits on his feet, and a total of five. Tail is roughly 4' 3" long, and the end is covered by a metal stinger secured with a white belt. His hand is clawed also. He is missing his left arm 4" below the shoulder, but has replaced it with a Rook prosthetic that has filed claws and a razor sharp blade that can move into an offensive position. Work uniform is a dark blue with a high collar and long sleeves that have had modifications on the left side to allow his blade to slip out without tearing the shirt. Pants are a typical navy blue with a hole cut for his tail. Regular clothing consists of a gray button-up shirt with no sleeves left open over a long sleeved red shirt, with a similar modification for the left sleeve. Pants are a light blue denim with neon green lines that go around the bottom of the leg and up the stitching. Black leather belt, the buckle of which is a personal defense device. Does not wear shoes except when required.
Mental Description: Currently suffers from mild depression and re-occuring memories of when he was fully human that have confused him. Medication issued should straighten the problem out. Also suffers from phantom limb disorder. Medication issued seems to have no effect, recommended dosage increase. Subject reports of mild influence from monitor lizard instincts when his adrenaline activates, but otherwise no problems.
Equipment: Three standard issue wooden stakes, Large hooded coat with built-in armor plating, sixteen 5" throwing knives weighted for being thrown by the handle, adamatine armor-piercing blade attached to prosthetic left arm, Rook issue prosthetic maintenance kit, portable assistant, Rechargable personal heater.
Bio:Operation Hunt 002's origional name was Renard Ortega. When he was orphaned at under a year old, the government found that he would be able to survive experements. They took him from the orphanage and erased his old identity, programing into him various fighting techniques from day 1. He underwent genetic modification with a monitor lizard when he was a year of age. He became a skilled agent and had reached full effectiveness by age 16. After nearly eight years of service, he has not had it revealed to him that he was not expressively bred for the purpose of experementation. He lost his arm and the end of his tail at age 21 on a mission to the other world. There he made contact with the first clearly sentient life and was the only agent to make it back alive. He has a personal vendetta with the otherworlder who took off his arm, but the new discovery of this errata makes its acquisition all the more important, and likelihood is, these people are the guardians of the errata.
Extra: Skin is thick, and body is resistant to poison and bacteria. Bite and saliva also carry a mild bacteria that can kill a victim if left untreated. Blood can slow down easily, rendering his lethargic and slow, and he carries a personal heater to prevent this.

Name: Katinka (Kat) Rominov
Age: 21
Race: 68% human 32% Black panther

Physical Description: Cat is 5' 8" Has black hair, Cats eyes (yellow) she regularly wears contacts over her eyes to hide her splicer heritage.
Kat prefers tight form fitting leather and long black trenchcoat (this is to hide her tail). Kat dosen't wear much armor, prefering to skulking in the shadows and attacking via surprise, If forced into a head on attack she realize on her quick reflexes to move away from blows that she can't parry.

Mental description: Kat always tries to put forward a profesional and uncareing front, However her feline DNA has different ideas, and in certain "social" situations her more cat like traits come out to play.
Equipment: Twin Ninjato (these slide in either end of a single sheath), Needle, 1/2 dozen eggs, talcom powder, Thermal binoculars, Gapple gun and line, Combat Knife, Tazer.

Backround: Born to a russan father and Japanese mother. Both of whom were biologists, Who decided to use their own pregnancy to test a theory on cellular degeneration in feline DNA sequencing, They injected the DNA directly into the forming cells of their daughter. Apon her birth the feline traits could be seen, The most noteable being her yellow cat eyes and long black furred tail.
At the age of five Kat demonstrated an ability in gymnastics, Her natural grace and balance.
Not all was good for Kat though, Racists soon appeared and she was forced to train and school at home, Her parents fearing for her protection had an Martial arts teacher instruct her in Bujinkin, Training that would not only help to protect her, But also help her control her more "cat" like tendencies.
Extra: Kat dilikes large bodies of water, Baths and rivers are fine, Though large lakes and the ocean gives her panic attacks.
This is more than likely from her Panther DNA.

Name: Real – Moira Flynn (the bitter child of the red-haired clan)
Childhood Nickname – Kapera (this child, too, will die)
Current Name – Fabron (mechanical)

Age: estimated 268, looks 20

Race: 38% Human, 62% Mech

Physical Description: Has short bright red (not orange) hair that falls in her face, has a metal plate over the left side of her face that covers her eye and ear, in place of her ear she has a round covering with removable wedges. Her real eye is electric blue and the mechanical eye changes color based on what function she is using, normally it is blue as well. Both her arms are mechanical from the shoulder down and have various hidden functions. Her right leg is mechanical from the hip down. She is white but not pale and wears (whatever she gets drawn wearing).

Mental Description: Has terrets, her systems were damaged too badly to be completely repaired, so she sometimes makes whirring or fizzing noises and may overload at times and say random things.

Equipment: Her eye – includes hot laser, targeting beam, infrared, x-ray, heat sensing, electricity sensing (can go into a certain view where she can see where electricity is running through something), camera (video/regular), and zoom (micro/telescope)
Her ear – has several detachable mechanisms surrounding the structure that serve as either communication devices or hidden microphones, all transmissions are sent directly to her and the speaker on the devices is activated by her, there is also a secret compartment in the center area.
Her left arm – has a compartment in the lower arm filled with various smaller explosives (pindrop sized bombs, exploding marbles, and sonic throwing disks the size of coins). The upper arm contains various poisons and healing fluids in organized vials, and another secret compartment in the shoulder, currently empty. Her hand has a display screen on the palm and various tiny buttons around the screen, the bottom of her hand has various computer ports. Her fingers can retract into the hand or become a lock pick, a welding tool, an electrifying dart, a transmitter, a downloading cable, a small tweezer-like thing, and a special remote that she keeps hidden at all times, because if someone found that they could reprogram her.
Her right arm – has a hidden blade that pops out and is attached to her elbow, deploys with a special button pushed on her wrist, her inner lower arm has a few instruments used for maintenance on her body. There is a forcefield generator in her shoulder that projects a forcefield to her front that covers a 15ft area. She has another secret compartment on the inside of her upper arm (empty) and another compartment on the outside which holds a medium sized clear tube of pure 'gens' and a syringe.
Her leg – has a special button on her knee when pressed makes her sword shoot out of a compartment in her lower leg. This sword is special because it collapses within itself and when in use it vibrates at a high frequency so as to cut through solid objects like butter, there is a button on the bottom of her foot and when she steps a certain way a knife pops out at the tip of her shoe, in her thigh she has a row of grenades and when she kneels she can open up her kneecap and shoot one of three rockets stored in her leg (a small biological warhead, a weak nuclear missile, and an technology scrambling projectile).

Background: Born on a colony on the moon, she moved to one of the underwater cities when she was 5. She grew up normally, even if some of her family members disappeared now and then. As she grew older she noticed this had gone so far that her family, who had once been a great clan, was reduced to only a few people. By the time she was 14, the only ones left were her, her mother, her aunt, and her grandfather. She wanted to investigate why this was, but her mother told her to forget about it and live while they had time. She did not understand, but she wanted to protect what was left of her family, so she started sneaking around the house at night, trying to catch whatever was stealing her family. Her grandfather caught her and asked her if she knew why they had nicknamed her Kapera. She didn’t, and he told her that she would be the last of their family. They were being taken for a reason and one child stalking the night with a butter knife would not change that. She told her grandfather she would save them, but after 4 days he had disappeared too.

Then the vanishings stopped, and for two years everything was ok, she even met a boy named Lance, but then her mother disappeared. She was devastated and went to live with her aunt, Lance came with her and helped all he could. But then he disappeared, along with her aunt when she was 18. That was it for her, she knew it was now her turn and waited for the day it would happen to her too. Then she would have revenge for her family and her lover.

The day she turned 20, she was returned home after grocery shopping. There was a man sitting in the living room chair. He was in a black suit and looked as if he were in a business meeting. He asked her how her birthday had been, and called her by the childhood name her grandfather had given her. She demanded to know who he was and what he was doing in her home. He told her that her family missed her and would like to see her again. She felt a strange tingling sensation running up her back, then blacked out.

Everything after this event she has forgotten, but the next thing she remembered was that she had been dumped in a pile of metal somewhere and was to have her prosthetic limbs removed and reused. She now had more metal on her body than flesh, and her head felt as if there were rusty nails shoved in it. She was twitching and whirring noises were coming from somewhere. Desperately, she managed to move away from the pile and she found a kind old mechanic to fix her broken body. It was here that she learned more than 200 years had passed since that day the man had shown up.

When she was fixed she left the old man alone. Since then she has made a living as best she can, in the military for a short period and then one Errata hunters’ personal bodyguard. During this time she became known as Fabron, and her employer had bragged about her usefulness to everyone in every pub and tavern he went to. When he was killed on a hunt others were already lined up to take her for their own uses, but she had already served others for 40 years, and wanted to be on her own. She became an Erratta hunter out of boredom and welcomed the challenge of trying to stay alive.

Extra: Doesn’t think of herself as human because she hasn’t been treated like one for almost 250 years.

Name: Ajax the Seeker

Age: Unknown, appears to be teenaged: estimated at 16

Race: 50% Human 50% Fruit Bat

Physical description: Ajax has an elongated, light-weight skeletal structure which, while making him somewhat fragile, allows him to glide long distances utilizing the large paieces of skin that run from the ends of his elongated pinkies to his ankles. In addition his ears are much larger than average (think elf) and he can navigate through the use of sound alone. Has jet black fur which covers the majority of his body. He also has powerful claws on his feet for gripping and thickly muscled legs allowing him to leap off of any large object, such as Drakus.

Mental description: Ajax is a quiet individual, partialy due to his high, squeeky voice and partially due to his being alone on the street for most of his life. Though he's quiet he is quite cheerful most of the time and conveys his feelings through the use of non-verbal communication (such as spontaneus hugs and the like).

Equipment: a lightweight broad-headed spear and little else, his "wings" limiting his ability to wear clothes. He wears ear-muffs to protect his sensitive hearing during the day as well as powerful sunglasses, meant to protect his weak eyes. They are prescription. No fancy nano-machines, he's too poor for that.

Background: having lost his parents, who were talented gene splicers, to a large fire in their home labratory, he spent the majority of his childhood on the street. One day, as he wandered aimlessly he met an old street musician who took pity on him. The musician taught Ajax to use his super-sonics to allow him to sing extremely well, such as being able to sing chords by himself. He also plays guitar and is all around a good guy to have around a camp fire.

Extra: Is easily distracted and hates extremely loud noises as well as very bright lights (really hates explosions).

All of them look good, obviously lacking a bit but otherwise completely fine.

Don't worry about being underpowered, Fuzzy. There are some bad things that can happen when you're mechanical, such as high-frequency sound waves, CB EMP devices (Controlled Blast Electro-Magnetic Pulse), and, of course, metal dissolving compounds. EMPs used to counteract personal defense devices, but now they all come with rechargable backup batteries that charge while you walk from the shaking, and the electronics has a lead coating around it. Being half-animal isn't all awesome either. For example, if you hear something where you can't see and you're part bat, you'll be compelled to screech so you can do echolocation. The only problem is, then they will have heard you and... yeah. Komodo dragon isn't that bad besides the whole slow metabolism and easily chilled blood thing.

Also planning on starting sometime next week, so get your stuff in by then.

Real Name: Brian Pratcher

Alias: The Digeratti

Age: 17

Race: 85% Human, 10% Mechanical, 5% other (see bio

Physical description: Brian is an odd sight, from whatever angle you look at him. While he does not have any traits of an animal, he has few traits of a human, a sane one at least.He stands at about 6'7" towering over most, however his flame is slim bordering on fragile and he is very dark. Normally however his height is not apparent because he is hunched over a desk, and normally scurries about bent over so he can better see 'discarded treasures' on the ground. He has radiant green hair (some swear it glows) that falls down in a mess over his face. His right eye is clearly a menichanical implant as it is gold with a green telescoping lense where the iris would be, (see equip for abilities) while the other is a dim stone grey and adorned with a silver rimmed monocle attached to brass chain. His ears are unussually pointed at the tip. His lips are usually drawn back in an insane looking grimace. For clothing Brian wears what appears to be a tactical vest with many pockets, some in abnormal places; black cargo pants, also with extra pockets; black combat boots with a removable base for storing items, and a navy blue cloak that covers him from chin to toe, with pockets sewn on the inside. His right hand is covered by a gaudy black metallic gauntlet that eventually reveals itself to be part of his arm, his other hand has whitecircles over each fingertip with lines that attach them to a white circle in the palm of his hand leading to a larger line that runs up his arm. (see equip.)

Mental description: Brian is actually a genius (see background), and likes nothing more then to tinker with items, discover the hidden properties of a compound, and his favorite hacking. For the most part, Brian does whatever is fun,exciting, or challenging to him at the moment while paying little attention to the consequences, he likes to deal with those later. Though he has been perscribed several medication he has stopped taking them because they interfere with his thinking, and life is more fun insane anyway. He is somewhat of a new age MacGyver, using his knowledge, to make weapons as needed.

Equipment: For the most part Brian makes his own equipment. Brian's eye offers him a HUD that shows the analysis of compounds when he scans them, along with other data (temperature, speed, etc.) His eye has a zoom feature but it is used more as Microscope then scope. Last but not least his eye's hud can also be used a computer monitor for himslef, and the HUD's transparency levels can be changed depending on the situation (so he does not have to go totally blind when using it.
The fingertips on his mechanical hand can open up to reveal a variety of useful tools. His index finger conceals a long (3ft) multipurpose computer cable that can be used with a variety of ports (USB, ethernet, etc or the equivalent). His Middle finger is a short range (3 inch range) high power blow torch (used for melting down substances), his ring finger is a multitool that can be switched between several screwdriver attachments, or compactable spatula (used for mixing compounds) that can be set for varying spin speeds (gentle turning or drill), his thumb is the opposite his middle finger and is used for dispensing small amounts of liquid nitrogen to cool substances, while his ring finger is an extendable back scratcher (because you can never find one when you need it.)
The white circles on his left hand are actually a glove that is used in conjuction with his onboard computer (surgicly implanted but seperate from his nervous system) as a sort of keyboard. When activated, he simply moves his fingers as if typing and the computer translates that keystrokes. So while he looks like he's tapping out the beats to his favorite song, he may be browsing the web.
On-board computer: basicly an advanced computer system surgicly implanted near the bone of his left shoulder blade. Works just like a normal computer. Wireless enabled comes with small speakers implanted in the base of his ear that only he can hear. So he may be nodding his head at you like he's listening, but he's really playing an mp3 of the beatles.
Weapons: His mind
Armor: His underclothes (tactical vest and pants) and a small self generating forcefield.
Misc: Assortment of junk that he thinks might be useful, small homemade grenades, attachments for hand.

Backround: Brian possessed a high intellect when he was born, as such he was chosen as a test subject the day after he was born. The test was to increase his his brain's reactivity and processing ability. It worked well gifting him with his intellect far surpassing any other known living man, however it cursed him to have ADD, ADHD, and a variety of other mental disorders. As such the project was aborted and Brian was given back to his parents, along with a long list of medicines. The 5% unknown stems from the fact that it is uncertain what exactly he was injected with while he was being studied and all records have been destroyed. However it has not (nor will not GM) manifested itself in any form other then his psyche. Growing up normal was impossible for Brian since he devoured knowledge at an inhuman rate. After learning everything he could about... everything he could, Brian's brain grew bored and he began to look for anyway to express/challenge himself. At the age of 13 he left home and adopted the name "Digeratti" for himself. The Digeratti is a well known hacker in some underground circles in some underground circles and government organizations. Known for his daring hacks of the most secure locations, only to do little more then read all the data he finds and leave a message for his victim, and instruction on how to beef up security so he might have more of a challenge next time.

I tried to make this guy as unique as possible in his appearance and story, what do you think?