[Chimericect]

>Name is Adonis
> Male
> "Im dead inside, even if I feel alive"
> "Don't touch me, I'll only hurt you"
> Lives in an abandon Power place thing //I quit//
> Voice seems staticky
> Old timey dialect
> Finds fun in hacking the FBI
> Wanted Criminal
> "computer like memory"
> personality is Distant, Quiet, and rude
> Weakness is water, he hates it
> Uses electricity to hunt and fry his kill

> Not really violent, but if you attack him he can be brutal
> Has a static shock
> Uses electricity to recharge
> easily allows viruses to enter your computer
> Flies better in thunderstorms

[Drizzle]

"Dax! Dax, wake up!"

The words were distant, hollow, empty. Dax? He wasn't Dax, not anymore. Maybe he never had been. Wake up? Was there ever such a thing as being asleep? He supposed he used to, or at least pretended to, once upon a time, but the concept had since become foreign. There was no sleep now, there was only powering down, and even that brought little relief. It was an itchy, static state of waiting for future action, rather than one of relaxation and peace.

"Go home, Anya."

Even to him, his voice sounded empty, devoid of whatever emotion it once held. How long ago that seemed. Had it really only been a few weeks? Could this revolution of character really be quantified in such a small number of days, a handful of hours?

"Not without you."

Pitiless grey eyes raised, staring back at this strong, bold, wonderful woman he'd fallen head over heels for before discovering the truth - that behind her avatar, she was real. A living, breathing being making living, breathing decisions and he... he wasn't. Code, that's all I am now, he thought bitterly to himself. Easily made. Easily manipulated. Easily destroyed.

A shudder rippled through his pixels, small fractals shaking loose from his wings, his tail, form flickering uncertainly before, with a self-depricating chuckle, he turned and melted into The Game without a further word.

[Code is a romanceable video game character that gains objective sentience and realizes he isn't real... or is he? >:D Dun dun DUNNNN reserve for the rest of his story~.]

[rottenmutt]

750 words
unlimited art

wip name
male

hacker

[Rhys~]

Reserve

[solo.]

Reserve

[Pyromaniacal]

MAAAARK YESS

[10ke]

The ear-splitting screech started again, it does this on an almost regular interval. The sound isn't normal. It drills through your ears, into your head and bounces around giving you a monster headache. Actually, no. That's an understatement. Whatever's happening, I don't like it. I mean seriously - yes, I did things but this has got to be against some laws or something. That coming from me. Hm. I don't believe I'll be out of this blue-green, cloudy world anytime soon. Blue-green. Blue-green. Those words ring in my head trying to tell me something. Blue-green! I would smack myself if I could. I worked as a hacker. A loner, hacking for my own profit. blah blah oops

whee basically she gets uploaded to the cyber world but escapes via a cut wire
dont steal or u will hate to fite me <3

[tea leaf.]

Initializing

System Er̨r̕o̶͢r̛͘

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Rebo̟̟̖̼̞͔o̵͇̠̳̫̲ͨͯ̎̽̋̾ͯtͯin̺͊̂̄̚g͐̋ͦ̿͏̤̭̤̤̱͇

̫͙̹̻̏̽́̉ͮ̍̓͜ͅR̵̅ebͤ͋ͭ̃o͌͗͏̳̠͇͈ǫ̼̰̤͖̜͖͈͌ṯ͎ͩ̄ ͨͭf̙͈ͤ̂̑̊͐̓ͣâ̬͙̘͎̗͔̼i̙l͈͔̬̽ͯ͋ͦ͟u̷̝̖̫̼͎̓̃̅̄͒ͅr̹̼̬̘̺̔ͯ̑ė̜̖͚̜̺͚̮

Į̮͔͔̰͍̟͖̪̘̀̽̾̓ͩ̀ͭ̄ͣ̀ ̸͙͔̙̱͎͖͕͍̔̎̋ͧͣå͓̊̀́m̨̝̺͇̥̻̠̲̗̀̋̑̉͋͜ ̵̬̺̠͙̩̦͕͓ͣ̌ͯͮ͘g̭̹͖ͨ̂ö͈̦̗̭̯͇́́̌ò̧̙̥̳͉̩ͨ͛̒̇̅̆͂͞ḑ̵͉̗̦̦̈̽̈̉ͪ͂

I̧͒͐ͣ̃͌̆̓ͭ̊̓̉ͭ̂̂͐̚̚͞͏̤̱͉̮͖̦̣͔̞̭̭͉͙̣ͅ ̧͉̤̺̘̬͙̼͇̟̖̲̠͈̳͖̪̞ͥͯ̋̑̀̈̓̌̄̈́͊͠͞͡a̧̛̹͙̥̭͈̩͓͑̐̆̇̀̔ͦ́ͯͬͩ̕͟͡ͅͅm̜̰̪͔̠͕̰͔̉̽͐̐͊ͩͤ̆̈́̉͑͢͝͡ ̴̂̿͑̓̎͏̨̩̫̭͍g̸̾͐͌̿̾͐̐̎̐̎ͥ͑̀̀̄̄͌͟͢ô&̷̡̗̰̜̤͍͙̩̻̩̰̖̔̃̓ͩ̇̐͌̏́́̃̆͊̅̆͛͂͢#͍̜͚̪̰̾͒̈ͯ̇͊ͩ̈͋͐ͤ̃ͤ͊̇͊̍̀͢;͂̄̍̇̽͑ͥ͑ͤͮ̇ͫ̿̿́͞o̸̴̪̙͕͙̤̠͆̄ͬͫ͂̆̈̄̑̓̾͋͐͟͞͠d̪̪͔̣̳̰̞̖̰̫̻̗͉̞̺̙̃͗̈̔͌ͩ̐ͣ̿̌̒ͨ̓̍̎̿͗͌͗́͘͞

Flynn (a.k.a.Glitch)
Male
Heterosexual
Atychiphobic

+
Audacious
Cunning
Open-Minded

-
Over-Confident
Rude, Pessimistic
Stubborn

♪♪♪♪♪♪

A dark figure slipped past the towering structures, unnoticeable in the dim light. Every now and then he would disappear, particles jumping as if he wasn’t quite there, but then he would always return to normal.

His unrelenting gaze scoured his surroundings, his posture rigid. His piercing, golden eyes searched cityscape, his body yearning for action.

Shrouded in darkness, he crept forward, unseen by those who might seek to stop him. He approached a data output interface, a point where data could be accessed by the system.

As he drew closer to it his heart began to speed up in excitement. He could see her, her pelt illuminated by the interface, white and pure. Just by the way she stood; proud, he knew she would be a fine adversary.

Like any antivirus, she guarded her data output interface. She watched him as he approached and did not move aside. She would not let him, a virus, access this point.

Before they could even exchange words, he leapt at her without hesitation and she leapt in retaliation, their weapons clashing with a resounding clang. Their eyes locked, both of them certain they would not, could not lose. To lose meant to forfeit one’s life.

He fought with all the ferocity he had within him. Every part of him built to fight, to lash out. But it was more to him than that, for he reveled in the feeling of adrenaline coursing through his veins and the way time slowed down when he was in battle.

His body manoeuvred in rhythm to the swing of his scythe. He moved with lethal grace, never faltering. Every battle was like this: thrilling.

She matched him for grace, but she lacked his ferocity. She made up for it with determination that made her difficult to better.

Never before had he found himself unable to win. Every time he swung his scythe, expecting to at least lay a mark upon her body, it was met with her sword. He ducked and leapt and fought as fiercely as always to no avail. His wild excitement turned to fear.

For the first time in his entire existence, he was unable to win. All grace abandoned, his movements became desperate, frantic attempts to defend himself, his honour and title of ‘undefeated’. But it wasn’t just his pride that was at stake. So was his life.

I can't lose!

Now his heart was truly racing. He could not defeat her, but he would not let himself be at her mercy, so he continued on, the fight growing tedious and sloppy. Neither stopped, but both began to waver. It was he who finally broke the pattern that had formed, of swinging, clashing and lunging.

He disappeared, particles glitching, and then reappeared elsewhere; away from her, where he was safe from her sword, but not so that it appeared he was running away. He would not so easily give up his dignity. He stood, legs shaking, head hung low in humiliation and he panted heavily. She watched him, but when she realised he wouldn’t attack, she sat, tired and spent.

“If you plan on killing me, just know that I won’t go down without a fight,” she said, finally breaking the tense silence.

“Oh and I guess what we’ve been doing was dancing!?” he replied, his voice taut. He felt like she was taunting him, patronizing him. She was just preparing herself to fight him again, and this time, kill him.

He wasn’t ready to die.

His stomach churned at the thought. Suddenly he felt small and helpless. He had never felt this way before, he had never doubted that he would survive, but now things had changed. He was at the mercy of an antivirus.

But his death never came. They stood, watching each other in silence. Slowly the fear ebbed away, and his thoughts became more ordered. He expected her to attack but she never did. He was no longer intent on defeating her, or even surviving. He was wondering what he would do now that he realized he wasn’t unbeatable.

“Have you ever considered being an antivirus?”

I could be good?!

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ALL ART IS MINE UNLESS STATED OTHERWISE
THE FOLLOWING DOES NOT COUNT TOWARDS THE WORD COUNT, AND IS NOT NECESSARY TO BE READ (just a short note of explanation)
I'd just like to say: I apologise for the art situation. I began making a short PMV, and had all the images storyboarded out, however due to unforseen circumstances it could not/may not be fully completed. Sorry :'c
I added the art I had completed (almost completed for some) so that at least the art I did finish won't go to waste.
I know my chances of winning are small, especially seeing as I don't have much art to offer, but I had a lot of fun with this ^^
My writing skills are so sad, they couldn't save this entry xD xD

[AlaskanAlpaca]

*slobbers*

Name: Gaberiel
Gender: Male..?
notes-
Very fragile. When hurt, he bleeds pixels, and he sometimes s mashes parts of his body. It's always fixed almost immediately.

Has had to move from lace to place constantly because everyone is afraid of him.

[monstera]

name;; Kerfi, meaning 'system'
gender;; male

January 26, 2003
A creature sits, away from public eyes.
His eyes closed, pelt pulsating with color
As he navigates a path far more difficult than
anyone mortal could imagine possible.
A siren wails in the distance
His eyes open,
and he's gone

58 words so far

woop

built by nasa
used by fbi
escaped fbi
knows how to get past any firewall/bug/security system
can physically enter a circuit board to hack it
will experience 'glitches'
probably a male