ALIAS
Delphi
CLASSIFICATION
Auxiliary
POWER
Intuitive Aptitude Adoptive Muscle Mimicry Causality Perception
AGE
24
Villain
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Jun 15, 2020 19:41:23 GMT
Post by Sybil Massara on Jun 15, 2020 19:41:23 GMT
show me something I can see
Delphi had made a name for Syb in the underground world over the course of the past couple years since the event. Enough that others were interested in her services with enough frequency that it was worth making herself available, having a darkweb portal for hire. Syb had changed however in that time, lost the capacity to accept anything at face value, developed a need to always have the degree of comprehension now so easily available to her in most things. And she'd coupled it with an increased caution to a point that others might think bordered on paranoia. So she looked into the offers which came her way, digitally backtracking to flush out the story behind anonymous usernames. They were usually boringly predictable.
But not always.
This latest job offer came from a server with a company with a variety of quite interesting, if subtly smokescreened, ties. Links to the kinds of businesses that had seen themselves the target of international coordinated bombings not so long ago. Syb had kept a finger on the pulse of that one, deduced the pattern, the true target, even before the retaliatory threads began spider webbing out to nudge the criminal world into counter-action. The Spades were too well-funded to need an outside contractor like her for so simple a job as was being proposed. And they were too connected and informed to be likely to buy into the more extreme rumors, the ones who thought Delphi was an oracle, a seer, a clairvoyant with near omniscient perception.
Why then contact her and without even being upfront about who they were? Sitting at her computer, Syb's gaze had idly slid over to the mask she sometimes wore and the spades on its cheeks. Could it really be something so banal..? Well, perhaps in the current climate, it had gained more significance, of course. Obsessive curiosity overcame phobic wariness and Syb agreed to the meet.
The locale was... tacky. Some kind of dystopian theme bar, cluttered with chatzky pseudo-scifi armaments and made over with faux weathered and damaged furniture and installation pieces. Certainly not the kind of upscale lounge Syb preferred. She had not conned and thieved her way out of relative poverty and into wealth enough to enjoy regular luxury just to frequent establishments which had to use zoomer-fad gimmicks to bring in clientele. But she hadn't picked the spot and, at the very least, it meant she didn't have to worry about putting together an outfit that was both appropriate for the setting and practical for her needs. Here she could get away with just sticking to Lululemon yoga pants, Nike frees, and a VS sports bra that peaked out around the edges of her compression tank top. Syb was glad of it as combat became a higher likelihood upon walking into the pub and clocking several obvious hired muscle posted around the exits. The Glock 26 Gen 4 in her gucci purse was also obviously the right choice, though she'd foregone the silencer tonight. The mercs confirmed her previous conclusion that any circumstances under which she'd have to use it would not likely be very low-key.
Sipping a pink raspberry cosmo at a seat strategically selected to give her the widest vantage point and easiest exit routes, Syb tagged her contact the second she walked through the door. The woman had more than one visible spades tattoos, after all. So... they wouldn't be keeping up the pretense for long then? No, the taller blonde cut straight to the chase almost as soon as she sat down. Subtly snapping a pic with her Iphone SE when the woman had first entered, an algorithm of Syb's own design comprised of various hacked resources had already fed her back the relevant data by the time miss Evgeniya had taken her seat.
"Please just call me Syb, Adri. Alright if I call you Adri?" Came her reflexively casual response, accompanied by a playful smirk over the lip of her martini glass.
"Although you've really gotta tell me how you even know that name. I mean like, I know the Spades are not short on resources? But still, the fact that anybody can connect my Delphi persona to my uh..." Syb tittered lightly, "Gov'ment name, if you will? Def a hole in security I need to patch up, y'know?" A cheeky wink was the grifter's cherry on top.
"Anywhooo... so that is what this is about? I figured but... I mean, I used the mask for the first time like... what? Fourteen months ago? Now all of a sudden somebody took a shot at your little group and, even if you did manage to manipulate half the underworld into revenge... kudos, bee tee dubs, that was smooth... still makes bad enough of an image problem to finally confront me?" Syb arched one threaded brow dubiously, then shrugged. She'd see how Adri would react to having her demand taken at face value.
"Fair enough, I guess. Was probs rude of me, can see how you'd want an apology. I mean, technically pretty public domain, but its the principle of the thing, right?" Syb set aside her drink, clasped her hands in front of her, and leaned forward to look her companion in the eyes with an expression and tone suddenly deceptively far more sincere and somber than her previous commentary.
"That's my bad. I'm sorry." In a snap, her light grin was in place once more and she was lounging back in her seat with cocktail in hand.
"You're like super cute, just sayin." Syb offered absently. "Kinda figured whoever you sent would look more like those beefy gentlemen you've got at the doors, you know? Anyway, fairs fair. I gave what you asked... so how did you know who I was?"
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ALIAS
Delphi
CLASSIFICATION
Auxiliary
POWER
Intuitive Aptitude Adoptive Muscle Mimicry Causality Perception
AGE
24
Villain
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Post by Sybil Massara on Jun 8, 2020 2:09:18 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","hopelove"] | | [attr="class","hopelovename"] [attr="class","hopelovename2"]SYBIL MASSARA [attr="class","hopelovelyric"] "Strong people believe in cause and effect." |
[attr="class","hopeloveleft"]ALIAS // Delphi [attr="class","hopeloveleft"]AGE // Twenty-Four [attr="class","hopeloveleft"]GENDER // Female [attr="class","hopeloveleft"]GROUP // Villain |
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]APPEARANCE [attr="class","hopelovetop"][attr="class","hopelovesub"]HAIR // Blonde[break]EYES // Green[break]SKIN // Tan[break][break]ATTIRE[break][break]Given her choice, Syb’s all about the athleisure. Function first but form a close second. She needs to be prepared for every eventuality. She needs to be ready for a fight. But Syb is well aware of the benefits of looking good too and the possibility that circumstances where that is more called for might arise as well. As such, her typical wardrobe choices are awash with yoga pants, flattering sports bras, stylish tank tops and functional crop tops. The no-makeup makeup look never fell out of favor for Syb. She’s all about affected bed-head, braids, and subtly styled high ponytails and jewelry is a rarity. That said, as the job requires, Syb will adopt whatever aesthetic best-suited to her setting and intentions.[break][break]
Typically she prefers to operate as a grifter in criminal exploits, a con artist with one assumed identity or another whose involvement and true intentions are hopefully never discovered, and keep Delphi as a notorious hacker screen name. When called on to actually act in a more openly villainous capacity however, she simply adds biker gloves for counter-forensics and wears a simple white venetian carnival mask on which she has painted three black spades under each eye in the placement and fashion of teardrop tattoos. This has led to the not-accidental reputation that Delphi is both a member of the Spades and has a not-insignificant body count, neither of which is actually true; Syb is generally a solo act, bringing on allies only on a case-by-case and need-to-know basis, and has never actually crossed the line of killing anyone… yet. [break][break]GENERAL[break][break]Broad brow, straight nose, round high cheeks, sharp jawline, and bow tie lips; Syb has those girl-next-door features and knows how best to play them. Her body however is five feet and four inches of lean, mean, machine. Enough muscle mass to pull off the strength feats she mimics, not too much however and coupled with low body fat to execute the agility maneuvers. Syb’s physique is tactical and precise, like everything else about her. To see her loose stride and casually offered grins however, most just assume she’s an aspiring insta model… and that too is intentional. [attr="class","hopelovetitle"]PERSONALITY [attr="class","hopelovetop"]Syb has always been a bit of a social butterfly, outgoing and extroverted and even a bit bubbly. Most of her life, it was a survival reflex she didn’t really think about. It kept her popular in school, ensured good tips as a waitress, eased her interactions in life in general in most settings. Since The Event, it has become one of many things she has become more consciously cognizant of, applying it more tactically to con marks and disarm opponents. Suffering from a degree of cognitive dissonance and denial about the criminal lifestyle she has since adopted to a level severe enough that it can come across creepy and pathological; Syb will casually chat like she’s on the same cheer squad with someone even while doing things like beating down police officers in a supervillain mask.[break][break]
Meta abilities and a life of crime have exacerbated all of Syb’s worst qualities. Self-absorption that used to make here merely a fair-weather friend has evolved into subversive egotism and thoughtless manipulation. It used to be she was only around for as long as you were fun, now its only as much as you are of use to her. Petty materialism and juvenile frustration with her lot in life have turned to nihilistic ambition and spiteful anarchism. Someone with a better paying job used to be at risk of being befriended or seduced primarily for their checkbook by Syb. Now anyone of more significant means and resources is a target for con jobs and hacking by Delphi. What never used to go further than complaining about the unfairness of life has now been taken all the way to dismissing any legal or moral boundary as without merit if it limits Syb’s access to the things and lifestyle she happens to think she desires at that moment.[break][break]
Barely passing highschool and never attempting higher education because she knew it would be a waste of time she didn’t have to spare and money she didn’t have at all; Syb has never been of anything more than average intelligence at best in anything other than social engineering. School was frustrating, keeping her grades at a passing level always a challenge. Even conversation that delved below the surface level on anything more than superficial topics was always anxiety-inducing, not wanting to fail to keep up and look or feel stupid. The Event didn’t change Syb’s IQ, just subverted its necessity. Her powers are a shortcut, letting her understand things without the need to put in any work or study or have any basis of knowledge or perform any true deductive reasoning. Its all just intuitive now.[break][break]
Its a terrible tease, being able to operate on and even surpass the level and in the fields of those with better minds and education without ever genuinely possessing their capacities or faculties. An insidious sense of imposter syndrome has aggravated Syb’s self-pitying frustration into wrath at anything her newfound abilities don’t give her that easy access to comprehend and turned social anxiety at the potential embarrassment of not keeping up as a mark against her character into phobic paranoia of anything Delphi cannot predict as a potentially-mortal threat. And now she has the confidence and means to be just as reactionary as ever but with far graver consequences. A benign miscommunication or accidental slight that might have once elicited a cutting catty remark from Syb as a kneejerk defense mechanism may well now result in your life being systematically dismantled by Delphi because she genuinely believes you are a legitimate and high-level threat to her security and wellbeing.[break][break]
Delphi has hacked her way into false ID’s with the kind of security clearance that has allowed her to observe a few elite military and espionage training programs. As such, she is capable of being a lethal markswoman and hand-to-hand combatant. However, while she will carry and use a gun and is not opposed to engaging in fisticuffs when called for; thus far Syb has restrained herself to incapacitating (though not opposed to crippling) means of eliminating opponents and obstacles. She will use this to justify to both herself and anyone who impunes her moral character that nothing she does is actually all that bad. However, while Syb may not be willing to admit this to anyone or even in the confines of her own mind, her motives are pragmatic more than ethical. Why risk a murder charge in the event of being apprehended when assault and battery will achieve her ends just as effectively?
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]HISTORY [attr="class","hopelovetop"]The daughter of Greek immigrants with traditional values, Syb’s mother was a happy housewife and her father content as a city bus driver. Her life growing up was unremarkable, with money sometimes tight but always having everything she needed if not necessarily everything she wanted. She was always a solid C student in school, never quite at risk of failing any class but never passing without effort either. As a child, she was often jealous of her classmates who enjoyed more luxuries at home or greater ease in the classroom. By the time she reached her teens, she had learned without really consciously intending it to enjoy a higher quality of life via association by befriending and dating the popular and wealthy kids. Syb also got through school with less struggle by somewhat-inadvertently stringing along her intellectually gifted or simply more studious and less popular peers with implied, but never fulfilled, promises of similar companionship.[break][break] Much as Syb loved her parents, never too busy or self-involved to always be emotionally present and involved in their daughter’s life, their claims to encourage her to aspire to fulfill her dreams rang as hollow lip service to the girl. Actions speak louder than words, after all. Syb’s mother spent her days quite cheerfully homekeeping, cooking and cleaning and chatting animatedly with her PTA friends about the most dreadfully dull of daily necessities. Her father took pride in his menial position, eager to conversate with and befriend his riders, keeping up with their lives and remembering their names and considering himself an intrical part of the community. Syb wanted so much more and could never truly grasp how they didn’t seem to. So she loved her parents unconditionally, yes; but Syb could not muster it in herself to respect the lifestyle they worked so hard to provide and as she grew up developed a quiet pitying disdain for them.[break][break] As such, it wasn’t as difficult as it might otherwise have been to disappoint them by opting not to attempt college with her marginal GPA and their limited financial resources after highschool. They still cosigned her lease and that was all that really mattered to her at the time. She kept up with the rent with a combination of mitigating her expenses through generous friends and a series of doting short-lived romantic partners and maximizing her income by charming her way into consistently charitable tips as a waitress at a local diner (a job she secured because the owner was a regular rider on her father’s bus line). Syb was always fantasizing about how she was going to rise into the next level of status, privilege, and comfort with one passive income scheme or big break of some sort. Maybe she’d finally get enough followers on social media to monetize her feeds profitably. Maybe she’d land a breakout A-list role with some open casting call. Details were always hard for Syb to pin down however and follow through a challenge to execute so nothing significant ever quite came of it. She’d have turned to crime earlier if she had been more confident in her skills for success than she was afraid of the consequences of failure. But the only avenue Syb was mostly sure she could profit from with minimal risk was as an escort and she was not so totally immune to her parents’ traditional upbringing as to be comfortable with doing that.[break][break] The event changed everything. It took Syb months to realize what was happening, her abilities subtle and not quite truly superhuman. Once she did however, all the opportunities and options she’d always longed for were suddenly at her feet. Using her father’s congenial community connections, Syb could easily have gotten her foot in the door at any number of businesses and then used her newfound powers to excel in the role of her choosing nearly effortlessly. The only thing she’d have had to bring to the table of her own would have been a strong work ethic.[break][break] But why shoot so low? Syb was not her parents. Why settle for working her way up from the bottom when she could just skip to the front of the line by taking what she wanted?[break][break] And so Delphi was born, starting with small currency-grab hacks and petty cash-grab cons. However, as her ambition and greed grew and was compounded by her deteriorating mental state driving her into ventures with far less clear-cut motives and goals than lining her bank account; Delphi swiftly escalated first into dark web digital e-terrorist predator and underworld slick grifter and ultimately finding what Syb finally felt was the rightful place she’d always been owed by the world as a “Supervillain”. Lesser known, admittedly, in the mainstream world outside of hacker and organized crime circles and law enforcement; but known nonetheless. Well, known of at least. Syb did not want to truly be known, understanding as she now did so many things the value of a vague persona and reputation built on conflicting reports. She spread counter-intel and misinformation. Most in the illicit world suspect Delphi of being a full-blown clairvoyant while the police and federal agencies who’ve found her exploits crossing their jurisdiction do not even believe her to be a meta at all.[break][break] The waitress job was left behind as soon as she figured out how to launder her new income. Her modest suburban apartment was swiftly upgraded to a luxurious downtown loft. Her wardrobe expanded exponentially and included only the newest styles in the best designer labels. Syb was practically buzzing with excitement when she brought the news home, eager to share her success with her parents, to finally elevate them to the quality of life they’d never had the vision to aspire to themselves. She hand waived the source of her sudden wealth with the casual dismissal that obviously her hair-brained idle dreams had finally paid off like she obviously always knew they would.[break][break] They were happy for Syb, pleasantly surprised at the turn her life had taken and warmed to see their daughter so joyful. However… they liked their home, had worked hard to get it when they got to America and had lived in it for thirty years. They didn’t want a new one, they liked their neighbors, and her mother didn’t need three times as many rooms to clean. Nor did she think she would be comfortable with a maid, with a stranger coming in and doing work that should rightfully be hers like that. Her father loved his job and considered himself too young to retire. They were incredibly grateful and proud to allow Syb to pay off the last of the mortgage and car payments, to take over the taxes and insurance. But their daughter was silently horrified that that was all they would accept, their lack of eagerness to jump on the bandwagon and grasp at as much stuff as Syb could reach catching her completely off guard. She hadn’t expected it and didn’t understand it and that triggered her paranoia so viciously as to instantly forge a rift. Syb has since grown more distant from her parents, which has served only to send her spiralling further and faster down the pit of villainy and mental dysfunction. [attr="class","hopelovetitle"]POWER [attr="class","hopelovetop"][attr="class","hopelovesub"]ABILITY[break][break]Intuitive Aptitude: With as little as a cursory glance and rarely more than a few moments’ study, Syb can understand any system: its mechanics, their results, how to most swiftly repair or most efficiently cripple them. Get her under the hood of any car and she can fix it. Sit her down in front of any computer system and she can hack it. Puzzles are a breeze, she picks up new languages through casual conversation, and can even swiftly deduce and counter the tactics and techniques of an opponent in a fight.[break][break]
Adoptive Muscle Memory: Syb need only witness a physical action once to be able to replicate it flawlessly. Martial arts, gymnastics, parkour, escapology, contortionism; mastering any feat of any of these disciplines is only ever a youtube search away for her. She walks away from the opera house able to pirouette like a prima ballerina. She passes a street performer and can juggle as though she’s from the cirque du soleil. Every action, every physical skill, is as easy to pick up for Syb as a penny on the ground.[break][break]
Causality Perception: In any given setting or situation, Syb intuitively comprehends all the variables and can predict their potential outcomes. She can play every possible scenario out and adapt accordingly to each new stimuli or shift in order to maximize the potential to reach her desired goal as efficiently as possible despite opposition. It's what makes her such a brilliant hacker and so daunting a combatant to face. She is an almost-inhumanly concise tactician, giving the impression that she can almost see the future.[break][break] LIMITS[break][break]Intuitive Aptitude: Comprehension is not the same as expertise or knowledge. Open up a circuit box and Syb can work on it as well as any electrical engineer… but she isn’t one. She can’t apply the principles of what she just did in theory, couldn’t teach the foundations of the mechanics to anyone, doesn’t actually know any more than how to achieve her desired result right then and right there on that specific device. Nor does Syb have any degree of omniscience, however it may appear otherwise at times. She can’t glance at a vehicle on the side of the road and know what’s wrong with it; she has to take a look at the engine block. Syb may be able to intuit the mechanics of a language she’s never before been exposed to, understand someone clearly within the span of a single conversation. But she still does not know any words she has not already heard, her vocabulary limited to whatever she’s heard or read thus far and perhaps a handful of simple terms deduced from the basic syntax, prefixes, and structure.[break][break]
Adoptive Muscle Memory: Mimicry is not mastery and while Syb may be able to execute the same strike she just witnessed a black belt perform flawlessly; it is only that strike, not the entire discipline. That requires further observation. Additionally, she is limited by her own physique. Her ability allows Syb to initiate any action she sees as though she’s practiced it for years… but only if she has the necessary strength, stamina, and flexibility to do so. It is for this reason that she maintains such a rigorous daily exercise and stretching routine and so strict a diet, that she might be able to successfully imitate as many actions she comes into contact with as possible.[break][break]
Causality Perception: Syb is not, in fact, a true precognitive. She is simply able to analyze the factors around her more comprehensively and swiftly than the vast majority of people. She’s not actually seeing the future however. Her predictions are limited by the data available to her, unable to anticipate the cause and effect chain of any individual or element she is not aware is a part of the scenario. A subroutine running in the background of a system she’s hacking or an opponent lurking in the shadows can still blindside her. She does not know someone is a meta or what their powers are until she witnesses them and can only predict their capacities to the degree that they have already been showcased. Additionally, despite appearances, Syb is not actually seeing the future but merely playing out all possible scenarios based on the data she has. No prediction has a one-hundred percent accuracy and the less stable the variables at play the less far out she can predict events with a high probability. While her intuitive aptitude lets her comprehend something with set rules and patterns like a computer program such that Syb can typically play out hacking to its conclusion accurate to the high-nineties; when fighting someone she's never encountered before she's unlikely to be able to anticipate more than the next strike with any kind of certainty.[break][break]WEAKNESSES[break][break]Intuitive Aptitude: It is a natural inclination of most people to be equal parts curious and intimidated by that which they do not understand. Syb’s abilities exacerbate that response to its natural conclusion however. She can comprehend literally almost anything and so has an extreme reaction to that which she does not know the mechanics of. Powers are a prime example of this; something Syb would likely have to perform a lobotomy and dissection of the meta in question to get the benefits of her intuition on. But it can be triggered by something as simple as seeing street lights flicker and not having access right that moment to the city’s power grid to know exactly why. Syb’s abilities have left her mentally unstable, oscillating between obsession and paranoia over every not-fully-explained phenomena, no matter how seemingly benign or banal they might seem to others.[break][break]
Adoptive Muscle Memory: Syb copies only exactly what she sees. This means that if there is a flaw in someone’s technique, or even if they are accounting for something like an injury, body type, or proportions which don’t apply to Syb herself; she replicates that aspect as well, having no way of knowing that she has mimicked a subpar or ill-fitting example of the action in question. This leaves her open to sloppiness, inconsistency, and even potential injury with her patchwork of borrowed feats instead of true mastery of disciplines learned with traditional means.[break][break]
Causality Perception: Being able to predict a chain of events and their outcome is not always the same as being able to change them and, once again, Syb’s greater insight leads also to greater emotional responses when it's not enough. She cannot handle loss of control or the unexpected at all, the former infuriating her beyond reasonable cause and the latter terrifying Syb to a degree arguably qualifying as a phobia. The very definition of a control freak, the first feeds even further into her obsessive compulsions. The second makes her paranoid bouts that much worse. This amplifies her likelihood to misread any situation in which she is subject to her own personal feelings and preconcieved notions on the subject. In the same way that even the most well-educated political analyst can draw easily-falsifiable conclusions off a study or survey on a topic they already have a vehement stance on, Syb's own often-delusional confirmation bias can cause her to subvert what should otherwise be readily apparent variables and reach erroneous predictions due not to a lack of data but rather to her own psyche warping the intel available.[break][break] [attr="class","hopelovebot1"]PLAYED BY LOQUA [attr="class","hopelovebot2"] PAIGE VANZANT as SYBIL MASSARA PHARAOH LEAP. [newclass=.hopelove]padding:25px;width:500px;color:#707e8c[/newclass][newclass=.hopelovename]background-color:#ffffff;border:solid 9px #4a5b66;padding:1px;[/newclass][newclass=.hopelovename2]background-color:#4a5b66;color:#ffffff;font:bold 10px Calibri;text-transform:uppercase;line-height:50px;text-align:center;letter-spacing:2px;[/newclass][newclass=.hopelovelyric]font:bold 8px Calibri;letter-spacing:1px;color:#707e8c;height:50px;text-transform:uppercase;text-align:center;line-height:8px;[/newclass][newclass=.hopeloveleft]border:solid 1px #e5e5e5;border-top:none;padding:10px;font:10px Calibri;text-transform:lowercase;letter-spacing:1px;white-space:nowrap;background-color:#f9f9f9;overflow:hidden;[/newclass][newclass=.hopeloveleft b]text-transform:uppercase;color:#4a5b66;[/newclass][newclass=.hopelovetitle]background-color:#4a5b66;font:bold 10px Calibri;text-align:left;padding:15px;color:#ffffff;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:2px;margin:10px 0px;[/newclass][newclass=.hopelovetop]border:solid 1px #e5e5e5;background-color:#f9f9f9;padding:24px;font:10px verdana;text-align:justify;[/newclass][newclass=.hopelovebot1]background-color:#4a5b66;height:10px;width:30%;padding:10px;font:10px Calibri;line-height:10px;color:#ffffff;float:left;margin-right:10px;margin-top:10px;[/newclass][newclass=.hopelovebot2]background-color:#f9f9f9;border:solid 1px #e5e5e5;padding:9px;height:10px;font:10px Calibri;color:#4a5b66;line-height:10px;text-align:left;margin-top:10px;letter-spacing:1px;white-space:nowrap;overflow:hidden;[/newclass][newclass=.hopelovesub b]font:bold 10px Calibri;text-transform:uppercase;color:#4a5b66;letter-spacing:1px[/newclass]
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