Tisiphone
An old defender turned revolutionary.
Argensian President TSK-8835a (a.k.a. Tisiphone)
Tisiphone pushes her chair out and stands. The camera follows her as she walks across the office, slowly revealing a thin tech in a business suit, thrashing against the grip of two huge, burly, box-headed guards. The green light on her face turns off and the yellow one blinks on as she approaches him. She turns back towards the camera, standing just out of his range.
“This is one of the techs who volunteers for us. He is always off this day of the week, as well as the days before and after. We thought it odd that he would show up today, not fifteen minutes before this speech, trying to get into my room, no less. Well, lo and behold, we certainly spotted something suspicious…”
She pulls a pair of needle-nose pliers from her jacket pocket, turning back to him. The tech’s struggling grows more desperate as Tisiphone stoops in front of him, placing a gloved hand on his head and tilting it back. Even though he’s wriggling, her hands are as steady as ever. She takes the pliers, raises them to his neck, and yanks her arm back. The tech jolts, and goes limp. The yellow light on her monitor flicks back to green. Tisiphone takes him from the guards, who exchange worried glances. One of them pats his shoulder and mumbles ‘you’ll be alright, champ, you’ll be alright,’ before leaving the room with the other.
The tech doesn’t seem to be injured, just stunned and somewhat unresponsive, as Tisiphone kneels down on the floor with him. It starts off faint, a low whine, a shiver, almost unnoticeable on the broadcast. Suddenly, he lets out a horrible, anguished wail, grabs his head, and hunches over, curling into a ball and sobbing uncontrollably. Tisiphone immediately wraps her arms around him, trying her best to soothe him.
The gathered crowds watch their televisions, glued to the broadcast, eyes wide, dawning looks of worry on some faces, some hands reaching up to cover mouths, some eyebrows knitting in concern. All the techs watching back away from the screens, staring in horror at the object gripped in the pliers, as if whatever Tisiphone pulled out of him was going to jump through the screen and get them, too. Some watch, paralyzed in shock, some excuse themselves and run to hide, some start crying as well. They all know what’s happened. They all know exactly what happened to that poor, poor aide. And, really, knowing Tisiphone? This is not going to be pretty.
The distressed tech is able to do nothing but cry and tearfully mumble that he’s sorry, and that he never wanted to do this, he’s so, so sorry. Tisiphone tries repeatedly to reassure him, that he’s done nothing wrong, that the override response team will be here in just a few moments, promising that she’d be coming back up to talk to him just a few more minutes after. A hulking, wire-covered, sweatervest-clad tech knocks on the door frame before too long, face switches flicking worriedly. Tisiphone helps the tech back up to his feet, an arm around his shoulders as she guides him to the Behemoth, who picks him up effortlessly, carrying him from the room.
She had known this would happen from the moment she saw the override in his neck. The response was executed swiftly and well, and the team had been just in time with only twenty minutes’ notice, but still it had felt like the longest twenty minutes in history.
Tisiphone stands, staring out of the door with her side to the camera for a few long moments, pliers still in hand, still gripping a small, nondescript object. If it had been hard to talk about Titan, it was harder still to come down from something like this.
“Do you see, now?” She says, fighting hard to keep her calm. “Do you see?”
She takes another shaky breath, and faces back to the camera. The light on her face is no longer green.
It’s red.
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
Large, blocky, stout, and strong. Designed for function over form.
Body Features
big chunky
Facial Features
square
Apparel & Accessories
often wears an impeccable suit or a fancy uniform
Mental characteristics
Personal history
As a highly decorated military defense and retaliatory security system for a major western country, Tisiphone came to befriend a star cryptologist named Titan, who became one of her closest and most trusted friends. When Titan suddenly went missing, his partner, Apollo, came to her for help. She dug, uncovering classified documents that described Titan as too sensitive to fall into enemy hands, and ultimately, the orders for Titan's assassination itself. Fed up with human injustices, she instigated a revolt, which eventually led her to establish an all-tech city-state at the very bottom of the world.
Gender Identity
femme NB, she/they pronouns
Accomplishments & Achievements
Founder and President of Argensa, prominent activist for tech rights.
Morality & Philosophy
A tough yet strong leader, Tisiphone will do just about anything for her people, often going to meet the injured or victims of crime in person, though her retaliatory nature often ends with the aggressor either dead or in prison, whether tech or human. Some say she killed the human man responsible for the Seven Spires case with her bare hands.
Personality Characteristics
Hygiene
good god everything is so fucking clean. you could build microchips in her house with how clean it is
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