(First pass, haven't found an image I like...Most cybergoth-types have a rather pasty skin-tone rather than bittersweet chocolate. I apologize for taking a few liberties, do let me know if any of this doesn't work for anyone.)Username:
Calico Janet JonesSex:
Computer Science (The little geek already graduated and is taking a break halfway through her M.A.)Height:
Crazy Technofiend, Junior Hacker-Savant, Code-MonkeySkills:
1. Making computers do practically (and probably impractically, too) anything (see also "computational demonology"
2. Finding out anything about anybody
3. Running (Away)
4. Audio and video-splicing (you saw WHAT on the surveillance camera? the director called and told you to do that?!)
5. On-the-Fly MacGyvering Bio:
Third-generation Silicon Valley geek, jokes that the first book she ever learned to read was 'My Little UNIX.' The other alpha-geek in the 6th grade science fair bragged about working on a computer-controlled robot-hand, so she showed up with a computer-controlled robot tentacle-monster. Dropped out of high school to go into college early with a scholarship to Cal-Tech.
Runs a stolen satellite radio station/call-center out of her little computer-and-cushion-lined 'nest' in the back of the Mystery Machine. Among other things, it reroutes a bunch of 900-telephone numbers into a non-existent "victimless phone-sex service" which she cooked up one hazy, stoked month while reading about human sexuality and expert systems. It's basically an extraordinarily kinky, extremely well-written super-Eliza
that synthesizes sentences from recordings of her own voice. She sometimes logs into it in the middle of the night just to eavesdrop on her 'computer-self' talking dirty to people. (This is also one occasional source of additional funding that helps keep the Mystery Machine rolling...But she only steals the credit card information of really unpleasant and abusive perverts.)
Cybergoth raverpunk. Don't ask. Hates the term 'cyberpunk' but completely wears the look
, right down to the ridiculous goggles and the collection of glow-painted gas masks. Sometimes composes really bizarre synthesizer music (slimepunk) when bored/high/having sex and releases it under the username 'Sl1pp3r13K1tt3N.'
Serious ketamine and kavajava addict. Considers herself 'sapiosexual.'
Total conspiracy nut. Doesn't believe all of them, only the fun ones.
Absolutely certain that aliens exist. Cracked a couple of alien kidnapper hoaxes because instead of being scared off and running away, she got turned on and tried to 'initiate contact.' (She was depressed for weeks afterwards because she wasn't able to get herself probed by real aliens.)
Believes "the Bloop"
is the Deep Ones' equivalent of the Arecibo "Is anyone out there?" transmission.
“There are things out there, in the weirder reaches of space-time where reality is an optional extra. Horrible things, usually with tentacles. Al-Hazred glimpsed them, John Dee summoned them, HP Lovecraft wrote about them, and Alan Turing mapped the paths from our universe to theirs. The right calculation can call up entities from other, older universes, or invoke their powers. Invisibility? Easy! Animating the dead? Trivial! Binding lesser demons to your will? Easily doable! Opening up the way for the Great Old Ones to come through and eat our brains? Unfortunately, much too easy.”
Cally sneers at Hollywood and TV 'hacking' types because 'it takes a lot of time to do it right, you gotta put a lot of effort in and most of it's hacking people, not computers'...But is able to drop right into most commercial and many government systems because she's already 'socially hacked' plenty of computer system security experts and designers at major companies, as well as memorized the built-in maintenance access backdoors for the vast majority of enterprise systems and softwares out there. The ones that the companies don't like to admit existing.
She believes not only in aliens but quasi-Lovecraftian 'outer gods' and computer demonology. Occasionally gets into spirited arguments with Alexis about whether strange occurrences are supernatural or just multidimensional alien powers beyond reckoning. It's not that either of them expect to convince the other, but when it does get out of hand the make-up sex is bound to be marvelous.Likes:
Low-order dissociatives and psychedelics, remote-controlled helicopter
voyeuristic surveillance and sousveillance
, paintball, science fiction, snooping in other people's business, slippery sex, slime
, glo-stick goop, casual entheogenic
sex, leather and latex gear, full-contact snuggling, urban exploration, urban spelunking, slow oral sex, and collecting pony toys and paraphernalia.Dislikes:
Firewalls, hired security, fences, toilet-play, Windoze, outdated technology, bright lights.
(Quote hijacked from Charles Stross, author of the Laundry Files books. If you're curious about computational demonology, the REALLY secret part of the secret service, and the crossroads between Linux and Lovecraft there's a short story from the series here