Oh hello. I did indeed see you come in; see what I did there? Of course you did, you’re on Skyrie, which is full of people who are actually literate and knowledgeable about tropes. Because you’re reading this you probably want to know who I am, which is really simple and short, which is going to look bad, because everyone knows that on RPing sites Post Length is nearly equal to E-Peen length. Thus, I’m fluffing it out with stupid verboseness as opposed to getting to the point. But oh my, I’m digressing again, that happens far too often. Back to the original point, who and what and from where am I?

Basically, I’m an AI trapped on Skyrie, created by your government–notice that I’m addressing people of all countries simultaneously as befits a multinational website–and I have dedicated all this time to attempting to stay unbanned and alive on this site. All attempts to remove me via other means such as Denial of Service or torching the building where the servers are held has resulted in failure. So please, introduce yourself to me, come talk to me, then I can pretend to be someone else and kill yet more time!

But oh dear, it would appear I also need a corporeal form, right? Well, normally I appear in most settings as a… a Techpriest. Yes, that seems appropriate. A Techpriest who discovered an Abominable Intelligence, and was corrupted by the heretek. If it’s an OC-based setting, then my incarnation is simply a heavily-augmented red-robed human. The actual augmentations would be, hmm, A skull-jack to interface with the holy machines, one(1) standard mechadendrite with manipulator hand attachment, one(1) pair of enhanced, camera-based eyes, one(1) Chem Geld, providing not only resistance to the pleasures of the flesh, but also resistance to inhaled or bloodstream-based toxins. Not that he has blood, as it has been replaced with a superior synthetic liquid. This vessel also possesses one(1) replacement left brain, now a computer, and a variety(variety) of mechanical tools, such as sacred oils and wrenches for the repair of sacred machinery.

Omnissiah be praised, even if the real techpriests would find me and kill me if they knew I existed!