Verchiel

QUICK RUNDOWN: Hailing from Sector 42, Verchiel is an introverted youthful loner girl who has hopefully a STEADY job in a Syndicate—one of the shadier ones, even by Syndicate standards. Even if she may complain about it, she doesn't hate her job. She's actually rather appreciative of it—it could really be a lot worse. The name she gives when introducing herself? Probably not her real one. "Verchiel"? That's her current favoured one. Basically born with a silver USB in her mouth, Verchiel is a natural Breacher and is extraordinarily skilled and experienced in anything technology (comes with a competitive spirit against any challengers, too)... but hasn't really got much else going for her. No, seriously, the girl lives on (unexpired good quality, she has standards!) pre-packaged food and tears from her latest drama, don't expect too much of her. At least Verchiel's apartment is... of a decent living standard, keeping it neat and her wellbeing in check. She dislikes dealing with messy foods. The Boss, her boss, seems to be fond of her. Or her work. Whichever one brings the favoured assets to the table (she is willing to bet on the latter, but maybe the boss enjoys watching her wage-cage-suffering). The position - "Guardian Angel" - Verchiel holds in the Syndicate is high enough to bring awe, fear, respect, and the other privileges that come with it... if anybody actually knew she existed. Her body is well modded, chipped in, highly augmented, top of the line, whatever the slangterm is nowadays. (Does everyone really need a tragic backstory? Some of us just want to get through the workday, you know?) Current goal? Don't know. Aren't you asking too much? Maybe... buy one of those "good fortune" chips next. Costs a... well, good fortune, though. But if luck could come to her, haa, wouldn't that be nice...

APPEARANCE

Verchiel has long unkempt black hair (hates haircuts) with a dyed pink underlayer, wears an oversized but pretty comfy long black punk jacket (with pink inner lining), short shorts, and usually long fishnet-thigh-highs, connected to garter straps. Verchiel has a petite frame and a cute sleepy looking face that is almost always blank looking. As a neat cosmetic side effect of her optical augments, her eyes are pink. Covered on her shoulder is a barcode tattoo from the military service she escaped serving.

PERSONALITY

Verchiel is a withdrawn quite shy way-too-laid-back slow-to-process-emotions thing of a girl who doesn't really like leaving the house. Stop trying to extract her. It's a pain to do that. The bribery offer of all-you-can-drink smoothie buffet worked once but she has learnt and that's not happening again. If taken outside of her abode, Verchiel will be well-out of her element, though she will try very hard to cover it up. Never let them know your weaknesses... right? In a semi-related statement, she is also very paranoid. Unfortunately for her self-preservation instincts, between that state and curiosity, while she tries to choke it down, the latter is more likely to get the best of her. When she's not being a dead fish, Verchiel has a low self-esteem and constantly second-guesses herself, especially considering a "CRITICAL FAILURE" (DO NOT RESEARCH) in the past. She just wants to go back to being a NEET, yet the Boss unfortunately continues to keep her employed. She has the tendency to anthropomorphise really weird things, like when she nearly cried about how her favourite broken mug must be crippled now. Verchiel does not think too much about... anything, might overlook really important glaring oversights (not during her work though, her work is excellent), and is prone to some pretty bad depressive streaks if not shaken out of it. Verchiel goes off-tangent somewhat easily, and is not very good at expressing emotions, often trailing off with her unfinished sentences. Verchiel's lazy "just get this over with" kind of attitude might accidentally come off as cool, collected and confident (especially when just speaking without any real contemplation, which happens to be most of the time), when she really just has no thoughts going on in the background at all. Verchiel talks in a very soft but flat tone. While Verchiel is... "fine" (emphasis on quotation marks) with running her mouth talking to people anonymously (ONLINE), and has a bunch of codenames and fake identities to hide behind, should she come face to face with real people (of REAL PHYSICAL LIFE) - should anybody actually get that far—Verchiel just immediately becomes IMPRESSIVELY SHY, awkward and SHRIVELS UP. Verchiel's manner of speaking regresses into talking ABSURDLY politely to real people, hitting every 'please' and 'thank you' possible. There are also certain instances that would fluster her badly—like, and I'm not saying this is something that comes up—seeing real human males wearing anything less than a whole Church Approved™ ensemble (She's talking about stripping. Like... to just the essentials. Verchiel may have not come face to face with such a situation yet but when she does she will definitely be unable to handle it with a Cool and Collected mind.). Adversely, Verchiel has actually been desensitised to gore and things that count as offensive even in this City due to her being under the knife plenty for her own modifications, and being exposed to these things often online (or in her line of work). (Yet, again, male bodies, that's where she draws the line?!) Despite Verchiel's job being pretty well-paying (even after taking into consideration ALL of the City's interferences and taxes), Verchiel is happy with living a relatively modest (her apartment is only a SMALL penthouse (with a really nice view!)) life so far in terms of accommodations, food, clothing. Verchiel's apartment would be known as the "gloom cave" to the friends that she does not have. She also likes staying in hotel rooms. Verchiel's paranoia is usually over really strange and specific things, and has stacked super high defences against... that which honestly doesn't need it, like her stash of retrograde vinyls (though come to think of it maybe there's some sector that has banned them and she is in the right here)... and not the things she probably should prioritise, like her own security. Her head's on the line here, but it's almost like she's inviting the narcs into her home. Almost, if not for the slew of like a billion traps leading up to her place. Verchiel did have friends in the past, but the average lifespan in the city is short, and not all assorted groups and Syndicates survive. It is with a completely unheavy heart that Verchiel, upon interrogation (asking her about her life), would offhandedly mention that she has a completely normal, regular and dull one. However, most people with regular, dull and normal lives do not have an experience spanning over an extended period of time where they actually had to swap places and disguise themselves with and as a mafia godfather's little sister in order to get out of trouble (with said Don entirely unaware), a la princess and pauper style. That incident may have been memory-holed, but Verchiel can't say that about every single one. And... from around the same time, in an incident that happens to be related, did her number of attached fingers go from 10 to 9 (it was the pinky she lost). But obviously, very normal life.