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==Background==
==Background==
He grew up in Boston before the Lockdown, a child of mid-tier NeoNET employees who lived and breathed the matrix. By the time he was a teenager he could read the city’s digital veins like scripture, becoming an expert in the old infrastructures most technicians had long since abandoned. NeoNET slotted him into their architecture division, where he cataloged the forgotten scaffolding of pre-Crash systems, knowledge few still possessed.
Automata was born into NeoNET and never saw the world outside the corporate frame. His parents carried Limited SINs and worked in infrastructure, caretakers of the invisible lattice that kept the Matrix alive. He inherited their aptitude for systems, but where they saw stability, he saw something bigger. Early on, he Awakened, pulled toward planar study despite lacking the gift for astral projection. Each step forward was harder than it should have been, every initiation like pushing a body uphill through broken glass. He had the will, but not the clean path.


When CFD tore through Boston, he was infected. The disease eroded his hard-won knowledge, overwriting memories with phantom code and fractured logic. NeoNET refused to discard him, forcing a prototype cure into his system. It saved him but not cleanly, leaving his mind a corrupted archive with fragments of old architectures tangled with alien whispers that sometimes still surface. Then NeoNET collapsed, leaving him unmoored, neither cured nor whole, carrying pieces of knowledge that no longer entirely belonged to him.
Frustration drove him to burn out. He had a natural touch with gunnery, and the clarity of a rigged feed steadied him in a way the astral never did. The implants came next, one after another, and with each one his magic eroded. Still, a spark clung on, just enough to keep him tethered to the Awakened world. NeoNET noticed. A rigger who could still bend mana, a mage who could still command machines. Rare enough to be worth a closer look. By college he was already inside their research halls, brilliant and restless. He patched pre-Crash scaffolding, mapped obsolete architectures, and saw connections in the old lattice that his seniors struggled to grasp. For a time, he thrived.


Mitsuhama saw value where others saw a ruined man. They drew him into their science division, framing his condition as a research project. If he could recover even a fraction of what he once knew, MCT might gain a permanent edge in infrastructure design or weaponized networks. He plays the role of patient and employee, but he knows the truth. To them he is less a man than a storage device. Whether his drive is to reclaim himself, unlock what still hides in his broken mind, or simply to endure, he cannot yet say.
Then Boston fell. CFD spread like wildfire, and he was caught in it. The infection shredded his memory, replacing it with recursive ghosts and phantom logic. NeoNET tried to save him. Not out of kindness, but because he was valuable. They used a cure no one else saw, not a purge but a war. They seeded him with a rival swarm of nanites, riddled with flaws, designed to tear into the infection until both were weak enough to flush. It worked. It left him alive, but his brilliance survived in fragments, like broken files stitched together, static bleeding through every thought.
 
When NeoNET collapsed, Mitsuhama bought his records along with the rest. His SIN. His body. His scars. They saw what was left and claimed it, folding him into their science division. Not as an equal, but as a project. A corrupted drive that still might hold something worth extracting. They put him to work, not as a peer but as an experiment, patient and prototype rolled into one.
 
For Automata, it wasn’t captivity. It was opportunity. Mitsuhama had the resources, the discipline, and the vision that NeoNET squandered. He wanted in, and he got it. Not as an equal, but as an asset, which suited him fine. He studies their work obsessively, proud to be part of something larger than himself, eager to prove his worth in the only way that matters: results. Ethics don’t interest him. Loyalty to people doesn’t either. Knowledge, progress, and power do. And if that means selling what’s left of his soul to MCT, he’s more than willing.


== Narrative Significant Qualities ==
== Narrative Significant Qualities ==
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===Positive===
===Positive===


- HINACAWAT
- Restricted Gear


- Latent Dracomorphosis
- Biocompatibility (Cyberware)


- Restricted Gear
- Sharpshooter
 
- Trust Fund I


- The Burnout's Way
===Negative===
===Negative===


- Albinism II
- Albinism II


- PSC (Sadistic)
- Driven (Find His Old Memories)


- SINner (Corporate Limited) (NeoNET)
- SINner (Corporate Limited) (MCT)


==Run History==
==Run History==

Latest revision as of 18:31, 11 September 2025



Automata
Automata.jpg
Rigger / Mage
Shortblurb
DiscordPeepTheDictator
Redditpeep_master
Wiki UserPeepTheDictator
MetatypeHuman
Street Cred0
Notoriety0
Public Awareness0
CDP0
Folder[1]
PriorityMetatype - D
Attributes - E
Magic/Resonance - C
Skills - B
Resources - A
#Max IGs/Ascension0
# Optional Infected powers allowed0
Essence(Current/Max)6/12


Character Information

Summary

MCT goon who's SIN was bought from NeoNET after they collapsed after the lockdown. Found out about the horrors, and was inspired to see what else was out there.

Of course, he's a terrible person. But he's pretty about it I guess.

Goals

- Learn more forbidden knowledge

- Become more powerful to get more forbidden knowledge

- Keep feeding technos and mages to MCT for knowledge about cyborgs and stuff. Wants to know about how to make them.

- Make a cyborg friend and learn more about them.

Background

Automata was born into NeoNET and never saw the world outside the corporate frame. His parents carried Limited SINs and worked in infrastructure, caretakers of the invisible lattice that kept the Matrix alive. He inherited their aptitude for systems, but where they saw stability, he saw something bigger. Early on, he Awakened, pulled toward planar study despite lacking the gift for astral projection. Each step forward was harder than it should have been, every initiation like pushing a body uphill through broken glass. He had the will, but not the clean path.

Frustration drove him to burn out. He had a natural touch with gunnery, and the clarity of a rigged feed steadied him in a way the astral never did. The implants came next, one after another, and with each one his magic eroded. Still, a spark clung on, just enough to keep him tethered to the Awakened world. NeoNET noticed. A rigger who could still bend mana, a mage who could still command machines. Rare enough to be worth a closer look. By college he was already inside their research halls, brilliant and restless. He patched pre-Crash scaffolding, mapped obsolete architectures, and saw connections in the old lattice that his seniors struggled to grasp. For a time, he thrived.

Then Boston fell. CFD spread like wildfire, and he was caught in it. The infection shredded his memory, replacing it with recursive ghosts and phantom logic. NeoNET tried to save him. Not out of kindness, but because he was valuable. They used a cure no one else saw, not a purge but a war. They seeded him with a rival swarm of nanites, riddled with flaws, designed to tear into the infection until both were weak enough to flush. It worked. It left him alive, but his brilliance survived in fragments, like broken files stitched together, static bleeding through every thought.

When NeoNET collapsed, Mitsuhama bought his records along with the rest. His SIN. His body. His scars. They saw what was left and claimed it, folding him into their science division. Not as an equal, but as a project. A corrupted drive that still might hold something worth extracting. They put him to work, not as a peer but as an experiment, patient and prototype rolled into one.

For Automata, it wasn’t captivity. It was opportunity. Mitsuhama had the resources, the discipline, and the vision that NeoNET squandered. He wanted in, and he got it. Not as an equal, but as an asset, which suited him fine. He studies their work obsessively, proud to be part of something larger than himself, eager to prove his worth in the only way that matters: results. Ethics don’t interest him. Loyalty to people doesn’t either. Knowledge, progress, and power do. And if that means selling what’s left of his soul to MCT, he’s more than willing.

Narrative Significant Qualities

Positive

- Restricted Gear

- Biocompatibility (Cyberware)

- Sharpshooter

- Trust Fund I

Negative

- Albinism II

- Driven (Find His Old Memories)

- SINner (Corporate Limited) (MCT)

Run History

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Affiliations

Contacts

Contact Connection Loyalty Archetype Profession Aspects Chips
Satoko Obara 6 1 Fixer MCT project manager As important as what you can do., Not worth my time, MCT upper class, Cybernetics cache, Nanotech apologist, Drone purveyor, Drone Spe-shell-ty, Worth my time, Mover and shaker, Behind closed doors, Emerged research Even


Organizations

Allies

Enemies

In Character Information

Cyberware

Control Rig (1), Cyberears, EARRS, Obvious Full Leg, Visualizer, Sleep Regulator, Sex Change (Fe-male), Prehensile Tail

Symbols and Signatures

Matrix Search Table

Threshold Result
1 A kind of name for a machine. Many users also searched for 'Nier Automata'
3 A strange man, strange past, showed up in Seattle after the Boston Lockdown. Has an Ares Thunderstruck that he wears on his shoulder, and is generally a pretty good dude.
6 His name is Evelynn, but occasionally goes by Jeremiah. Supposedly works under MCT, but has a NeoNET SIN. It is unclear what happened there.

ExtremeResult (-2 to dicepools to find this) There are some hidden lawyer testimonies claiming that he is the primary suspect in several technomancer, mage, and other individuals case for kidnapping. There is, however, no evidence. He was found not guilty.

Shadow Community Table

Threshold Result
1 I dunno. He...? Is kinda cool. Big ass laser cannon, very nice to the team. Cool dude. Nice hips.
3 So he's got some weird gender shit going on, but he's fine I guess. He's a fucking crack shot with that laser gun, and that cyber leg of his kicks like a horse. He 'has' magic I guess? It kinda sucked though.
5 Yeah, he's fucking weird. Was on a run, and he totally is kidnapping people for someone. Like, just look at his gear. Who the hell casually has a pacifier chip inside a mage hood with cuffs. Like?

Assensing Table

Threshold Result
1 Awakened, Happy, Very Healthy... but a little weak. Doesn't work out much.
2 (See Ware)
3 (If mag and ess is higher or lower)
4 3 magic, 3.08 essence
5 Not a techno! ... kinda smells like one though

SINs

Appearance

Clothing

Matrix Persona

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