Name: Wintermute Indigo
Race: Human
Age: 22
Height: 5' 0"
Gender: Female
Abilities: Wintermute is a Neuromancer by birth. She has the ability to manipulate a body's nervous system and associated parts such as the brain and spine. In her world she is a freedom fighter with the ability to rewrite a human mind. She is capable of "inception-like" feats without actually entering someone's mind, she literally sends her own signals, or controls existing signals in the body. She can manipulate the nervous system to cause an insurmountable amount of pain, cause no feeling, or even make your eyes see something that they aren't actually seeing. Essentially she can manipulate the body's message system with ease. Her willpower is naturally immense and may know no bounds, this allows her to penetrate any non-telekinetic's defenses with ease, and she is even able to penetrate most telekinetic's defenses unless they are specialized in neuro defenses (different from mental defense).
Personality:
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?...Now you are."
Wintermute is a calm cool and collected woman. She often remains silent and only speaks when spoken to. She cares little for males and if they aren't specifically aiding her, she most likely will not communicate with them unless it is of dire importance. She has good judgement and she is a part of the resistance so she fights for the people. Aside from that, she loves using her powers. It gives her a rush to hear her enemy's scream in pain inflicted by her special abilities, or rewriting someone's memory simply by controlling the nervous signals flowing through their brain. In her spare time, though, she is a digital artist.
Background:
"A mind is a terrible thing..."
A dark wind blows on this subzero continent. A candle glows in the snow hazed distance.
Not too much farther. He thought to himself as he drudged forward through the thickening blanket of snow.
Drider better keep his word on this one. The man kept moving forward clenching his coat and shivering towards the friendly beacon...
It was particularly warm in the desert market that afternoon. Wintermute and her partner, Seah, walked beside a man as he shivered, holding his coat tight around him as if to keep the warmth of his body from escaping.
"What's going on with this one?" Seah asked in a quizzical tone, to which Wintermute simply smiled.
"He think's that his mission was to go to the frozen wastes and find a man with a candle. So what he sees right now is a candle in the distance and he thinks that he is in the frozen wastes, haha! He is cold, lonely, and it's dark. The candle is just close enough for him to not give up, and it will always lead him in the direction we are headed." Wintermute so loved to explain what she was doing to her victims. She had deafened the man to real world noise, changed his vision, and replaced his memory of the mission location with the frozen wastes.
The man simply kept on walking and shivering as his skin reddened in the blazing sun. Wintermute and Seah were sent on this mission: to intercept one of Drider's hackers. Drider...the AI who was slowly taking over the world...oppressing humainty...killing them and replacing them with machines...it made Wintermute sick. What's worse is that Drider has gained quite a following. Governments rule under him, he pays hackers to find information about the rebles, and armies of men flock to him as he sings songs of safety to those who slaughter the rebel scum. It's become a sick, frightened cult of mindless flesh bags no longer deserving the right to be called human.
Hours had passed since finding the man in the desert and he would most likely keel over soon from dehydration. Winter wanted to bring this guy in alive to extract information from him. Drider claims to be everywhere, and it is very possible that he is in many places at once, but he has to have a central brain somewhere. The past four years of Winter's life has been spent fighting against and searching for Drider.
"Halt!"
Winter stopped and looked over her shoulder. There wasn't any visible sign of anyone. The man kept walking.
"I said halt! I have a gun aimed right at you. I'll be taking that man, he was meant to see me. We have business with the great Drider! You wouldn't want to cross Him would you?"
Wintermute laughed under her breath as Seha kept walking with the man. Winter could sense the man's nervous system, she could see the messages from his brain getting carried throughout his body. For threatening her, she would toy with him and make him her puppet.
The man suddenly dropped his gun and deactivated his camouflage. In a quick blur the man became visible and aware that he was no longer in control. He was a wiry man with shaggy unkempt hair, another hacker no doubt.
"Ah! What? What are you doing!?"
The man took his right hand and grabbed his left index finger. With one quick motion *snap* he broke the digit. He didn't scream in pain though, he couldn't feel anything. His nerves wouldn't send any messages of pain, Winter wouldn't let them. One after one the man yelled in terror as he broke his own fingers.
"Help! Ahhh!"
*Bang bang bang*
Three shots rang out from where the man and Seah had continued walking. Three camouflaged men fell to the sand with a thump.
The hacker's guards were nothing more than chump change. Seah is an excellent marksman.
"Oh my god! Oh my god! Please spare me! Please! Show mercy! I'll do anything!" The man begged for mercy as his right hand clenched his left pinky finger.
"Mercy...you want mercy? Would you like me to release my hold on you?"
The man nodded "I'll do anything! Please!"
"Fine." Winter released her grasp on the man...then the symphony of agony began.
"Ahhh! It hurts so bad! Ahhhhh!" The man screamed as feeling returned to his once possessed hands. Pain coursed through his left hand and fingers all the way up his arm to his shoulder. It was an instant wave of suffering that came over him and drowned any other thoughts in his mind. One second he couldn't feel a thing, the next he was suffering fracture pains.
"Quit your whining! You wanted this, you got it! Now get up, scum! You're coming with us, and I swear to God almighty, if you brandish another weapon at me, you'll be committing suicide right here in the market!" Winter's words were sharp like the tip of a spear. The man knew she wasn't afraid to kill him.
"Ahhh...my hand...my name's..." The man began to speak as he picked himself up from the ground.
"I don't care what you're name is. Just move!"
The man started walking in the direction of Seah and the other hacker. They moved down an alley, away from street view. They hadnt been far from their camouflaged teleporter when Winter met the wiry hacker. By the time Winter showed up, Seah had already gone into the base, Winter shoved the hacker onto a half buried grabage can lid and with a *weroop* the man was gone. Winter followed suit. With a flash, the man and Winter were back at base camp.
The freedom fighters were scattered about, performing different tasks and conversing new plans. Two armed guards nodded at Winter when she emerged from the teleporter.
"Come on." Winter growled. The man, like an injured dog, whimpered and followed her towards a long building.
"What is...this place?" The man managed to ask through clenched teeth.
"That's none of your concern." Winter walked into the building, pulling her captive with her. Screams could be heard down a couple hallways, and a glance through the portholes on the doors revealed prisoners. The man made the mistake of stopping to look. Instantly the man felt pain shoot up his legs and he fell to his knees.
"Ahhh damn...son of a bitch!..." The man was almost in tears now. Winter couldn't help but chuckle.
"If you really want to know so badly, this will be your new home. It's where we throw our prisoners of war when we are done interrogating them. Some are allowed freedom, it just depends on the amount and quality of information we get out of you." Winter smiled at the betrayer of his own race.
"Now get a move on, we gotta meet Seah at the interrogation room."
The man gulped and, with wobbly knees, walked on towards the inevitable. The corridor they walked seemed endless, with a dimly lit bulb every five feet hanging from the ceiling. It was like something out of a horror movie, but the killer was personally leading you to your fate. The hacker was losing it.
He couldn't die this way. "Ok I'll talk, just let me..." Suddenly the dingy corridor disappeared and the man was in a grey room. There were a couple chairs and a table with a manila envelope setting perfectly in front of one chair.
"You know how prisoners are black bagged or blindfolded so they can't see their location or how to get there? Yeah...I black bagged you. Now, have a seat where that envelope sits." Winter sat in the chair across from the one the man would sit in.
"This...this is bizarre...how...how do I know we're not still in the desert?"
"You don't." Winter said with a sly smile on her face.
"How do you know that you were even in the desert to begin with? How do you know that you haven't been here all along? You don't know anything. You can't be sure. I could have wired your brain to register false memories. I could have sent false signals through your optic nerves to make you see a false scenery." Winter laughed audibly this time. The man was shaking his head, unable to see the difference between reality and false signals when around this woman.
"A mind is a terrible thing isn't it? This could really be a legitimate interrogation room, couldn't it, but your mind will not allow you to simply believe that. It is genuinely funny!...now sit."
The man sad down, tears dripped off of his chin. He sniffed once and his head hung low. He looked at the envelope then looked at Winter. Winter nodded at him, approving of his intent to open the envelope.
With his right hand, he reached out and flipped the lip of the envelope up and reached inside. He pulled out a stack of cash, an old plane ticket, and a piece of cloth. He looked confused.
Winter looked down at the objects then back at the man who was looking at her for answers. She sighed and spoke in a soft voice.
"That's all that I have left of my mother and father. The day Drider's forces took them away for possessing the same power I have. He was scared, beaing able to manipulate electrical signals to the point of controling complex human nerves. What a coward... And you work for that bastard. Who's not to say you weren't the one that killed my parents? I don't think you are, so don't worry. But I don't see why anyone would want to work for that...that thing! Safety? Bah, he offers you no safety, you're nothing but a sac of flesh able to go out and do his bidding. Whether you die or not isn't important to him. He will always find a replacement...." Winter's words were getting harder now.
"Don't you see!? You aren't SHIT to him! No human is!" She slammed her fist down on the table. She felt no pain and made the hacker jump.
*Creek* The door opened.
"We got what the man was carrying...he's dead now though so it's up to this one to tell us what it is. Seems he was going insane after being put in that loop so I put him out of his misery." Seah walked over to the table and placed the chip down in front of Winter. She took a seat next to Winter and glared at the hacker.
"Oh good. I was just having a little chat about 'master Drider.' I'm sure our man here won't have a problem telling us everything we need to know...will he?" Winter tilted her head and glared at the man. He sank back in his chair and sighed.
"It's an old AI. An AI called Wintermute."
Winter's heart dropped into her stomach. She stared at the chip for what seemed like hours, thinking of what this meant for the people, for her.
"I know what this is. I doubt this man even knows. Drider would be the only other who knows. This is the end of him." She looked at the hacker, who looked thoroughly confused at this point. He was no longer needed so she erased his memory.
"Seah, please take him back to the desert. I have work to do." Seah bowed and walked the confused man out.
This is my father's work...the Anti-AI. It didn't matter how Drider found this, or how it came into the possession of a hacker, all that mattered was that it was now in Winter's possession. Finally, to unleash this thing on the net and reset everything back to zero...that's what this world needs...a reset. Winter's father was a brilliant hacker himself, he developed this AI solely to reset the world. It would travel through the net, destroying everything it touched until there was nothing left. Then it would aid in rebuilding, sharing the same thoughts as Winter's father. All winter would have to do is say the kill word and then boom, the AI destroys itself. This was the end for Drider and a new beginning for the world. She had to get the Anti-AI to the World Server Room.
Current Goal: Unleash the Anti-AI at all costs
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