the winner is Cynefin. I loved your character a lot <3 good luck in future competitions!
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username;;
----cynefin
name;;
----Harlow
gender;;
----Agender
orientation;;
----Pansexual grey-aromantic
playlist;;
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━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━----You could've sworn you'd been in a different place only a few mere moments ago. It felt similar, but it was just..not the same. The people were different too. A few of them were staring at you intently, while some of them were watching screens. Upon you stirring a couple of the oglers scurried off, prodding those watching the screens. You could hear a soft murmur of the words 'it worked' and you couldn't quite process what exactly had worked. You looked over towards the screen, and a rush of memories flooded your senses. You vaguely remembered agreeing to an experimental process in which a scan of your brain would be saved to a computer. It..it felt like just hours ago that those events had transpired. You watched as one of them approached you. He was a curious looking young man, perhaps nearing his 20s, his long hair tied carefully back into a bun, that looked neat and professional. He introduced himself to you as Maximilano, but implored that you call him Max.
"Do you remember who you are?" It was a simple question, but it took you a long time to come up with an answer.
"H-Harlow." You stammered for a moment, the name felt foreign.
"Good. How do you feel?" The question caused another pause. You had to sit and consider for a moment, and you let the gentle hum of the nearby computers help relax you and aid your thought process.
"Fine, I suppose." Your response was simple, and shouldn't have taken so much consideration, but you felt like something..something major was amiss. Max nodded quietly.
"Can you stand?" You looked at him quizzically. You just shrugged and pulled yourself to your feet. It felt much more apparent how much was wrong upon your standing.
"I feel like something's wrong." You murmured.
"To be expected," Max replied simply "We knew the first transfer was going to be difficult."
For some reason, that sentence made it click. You looked at your hands in a strange stunned awe, a mild sense of fear quickly overtaking you. You sat back down and looked around.
"I'm...still me?" You asked the question as if you feared the answer.
"Yes, you're still you, Harlow." Max reassured you, his calm, professional tone putting you at ease.
You were led around the facility by Maximilano, and he seemed content to not be doing any 'actual' work. He led you to the quarters where the researchers working there lived, and offered you one of the vacant rooms. He explained that while biologically you didn't need sleep, as a piece of technology, you'd need to recharge, similarly to how a normal person slept. He just kind of smiled softly and reassuringly, as if he wanted you to be comfortable. He left without saying much else.
You walked into the room, your legs still felt unnatural, and all of it felt mildly surreal. You sat on the edge of the bed, and stared at the blank wall.
You'd been slightly moving what little decor there was in the room, and trying to make it feel a little more cozy, before Max came back. He offered you some small little things he'd scrounged up for you to decorate the room with. His kindness was really..welcoming.
You stayed with the researchers for weeks, and you noticed a new researcher, a man whose face looked young, but eyes looked old, like they had seen much more than his young appearance suggested.His hair was long, and was tied in a loose bun, however unlike Max's bun, it rested near the bottom of his head.
Max quietly informed you that his name was Rito, and he requested that you be his assistant. You slowly walked up to the tall man and swallowed your nerves, carefully extending a hand.
"H-hello. My name's Harlow, it's nice to meet y-you." Rito smiled softly and shook your extended hand with a slightly elegant air.
"Likewise. My name's Rito." He spoke in a soft deep voice, it seemed to flow like velvet. He quietly gestured in a direction and led you off elsewhere in the facility, seeming to go where his research was being done.
You looked back towards Maximilano, who smiled at you, but his furrowed brow gave him a slightly troubled look, and it worried you.
Rito seemed quiet, and rarely asked for your actual assistance, mostly just with holding things in place, or having a double check on data.
He seemed to remind you of someone, a memory buried deep in your mind..it felt like it was before the transfer. You tried hard to remember the person, staring at Rito as you did. You felt a slight twinge of sadness, but it was nigh impossible to place. You could vaguely remember a face, but it didn't have a name.
personality;;
Harlow is a very inquisitive individual, often finding themselves trying to learn how things work, and what makes people, or things, tick. They're highly adaptable, and seem to size up situations at a glance, making their observation skills seem extraordinary. Harlow as of late seems to be slowly getting better at forging relationships, but their difficulty with connecting emotionally seems to be a lingering issue from before they became what they are. They seem to be logical, but try to place logic upon their emotions as well, even when they just start feeling upset for no discernible reason.
927/1500
