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Born and reared in the teeming corporate enclaves of TriOptimum Corporation, schooled in computer science and lifted up into the comparative affluence of research and development, Isabella was right at home in her native Matrix. Tasked with one of the most daunting projects of its time, the construction of a truly safe AI through carefully designed 'ethics architecture', she fancied herself on the way to a certain discreet fame as well as something of a fortune. She then discovered that it was all an illusion, a cruel joke played, ironically, by the very kind of AI she's spent her entire career trying preemptively to counteract.

Isabella has been unplugged for a little over a year now and, after a rocky first month of sluggish depression, has since adapted fairly well to Zion's economy and lifecycles. Already an accomplished programmer and computer scientist 'back home', she has made of point of becoming as fluent as possible in Matrix code; indeed, her chief contributions to Zion's community come in the form of improved training programs, as well as leisure simulations, particularly ones designed to evoke a specific, singular sensory experience, eg. the taste of coffee, the scent of flowers, the draw of a cigarette.

While nominally integrated, and suffering from none of the truly terminal symptoms of reality-rejection, she is less content in the waking world than she lets on. She copes with the loss of her world through elaborate ambition, and a certain preoccupation with the idea of 'reclaiming the surface' in a figurative if not strictly literal sense. Anything that might give humanity an edge over the machines is of interest to her; mere survival, mere truce, cannot suffice.

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Up until like right now, Rocket has been an inhabitant of the pirate city of Irkalla. They used to tell him they'd unplugged him as a joke. In his Matrix, Rocket had been a criminal with a record, a pilot, an engineer, a bounty hunter... and damn raccoon. The raccoon part was the joke. Hilarious.

Four years later, and Rocket has carved out a place for himself in Irkalla under his callsign, Stripes. (Not his choice. Also a joke. Ha ha ha.) He's taught himself the technological ropes in the Real, and earned his reputation as a tech expert, building and suping up existing parts, components, and weapons for pirate captains eager to get an edge on the competition. Piloting and smuggling have been side projects.

But Rocket has more recently earned the ire of pirate Captian Olaus of the Naglfar, and has decided to seek his fortune elsewhere--at least long enough for shit to cool off back home in Irkalla. In Zion, he's going under his real ("real") name, and he's started working on small tech projects, mostly for under-the-table cash. A raccoon don't change his stripes, as the saying goes. Whatever a raccoon is.

please note: he still resembles a damn raccoon back in the Matrix.

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