UndeadLord619, shortened to UDL, is a slight girl with a fading pink mohawk, at least it would be if she had chosen to spike it, and a tiny bit of acne at the hairline. Darkened circles ring around her startling amber eyes denoting her late hours and tepid sleep schedule. The sharp focus with which she navigates them around her environment belies a keen intellect, absorbing the details around her. She beamed with high cheeks and an almost inviting half-smile, half smirk. Her slim arms may not be best suited for a menial job, instead hinting to a more comfortable desk job at one of the megacorps - though she'd be pushing the dress code a bit far. Confidence resonates out from her across any room, drawing looks of appraisal and some jealousy in others.
Her tailored high-collar, floor-length coat - an Ace of Coins - is clean for the little attention she pays to herself. Some modifications styled her jacket; including a few hodge-podge patches from the Girl Scouts, random Neo-dubstep bands long forgotten, and some custom ones for hacker groups. Around UDL's neck is a stylish satin choker, centred on which is a faux-ivory cameo depicting a Lovecraftian elder god. Below that, a respirator hangs slack, looking like something from a favourite anime - oversize teeth with pink gums and a fake zipper separating the top row from the bottom. Slung around her back is a beaten olive-drab backpack, stitched in places where it had seen the most wear like a precious teddy bear from a childhood long passed. Currently, her v-neck t-shirt depicts a live feed of her heartbeat, temperature, the current song she is listening to (down to the minute and second, the BPM, Genre, et al.). Since UDL has gotten off her bike, she hadn't bothered to remove her black leather riding gloves, having a metal plate to the back, the knuckle joints showing the tell-tale rings of an AR interface. Her long-jean shorts adorned with a massive belt buckle, a large wallet chain, and a military-style black belt pouch. On her feet are the pride and joy of her ensemble - a pair of shining polished Doc Martens 1914 smoothes, replete with bright pink shoelaces.
UDL seems to be a conflict of themes, while a punk, she is devoid of tattoos or piercings; though the pink band-aid across the bridge of her nose couldn't be for anything other than a homage to Tank Girl. One of her thumbs are stuck under the strap of the backpack, drumming along to the beat, and she nods her head to the rhythm as she looks around.
* Persona *
UDLs typical persona is that of a man wearing a very sharp pin-striped business suit, gripping a cane behind his back. But, in place of a head, looms a rotating question mark wreathed in the laurels seen beneath awards. In the world of the matrix, this blandness is a misdirection, like most of UDLs gaming of the system. Each movement accentuated by a persistent glitch, pixels hanging place like a drunk file too damaged to display appropriately, missing frames and skipping.
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