“I bleed as red as you do - and you wouldn't believe the joke that is.”
Hair: Light brown hair that, even when cropped in a short bob, appears to be a lanky mess. Its overly oily texture is the hair's only claim to life as anything but a pile of year old pinestraw. A canvas bandana serves to push back and contain any spared lengths of hair or bangs in a manner that is considered adequately “managed”.
Eyes: Both eyes are clearly cybernetic. Black irises with the boundaries between both the pupil and sclera marked by thin steel grey rings.
Body: Short and athletic with both a pair of wide, feminine hips and wide, well-muscled shoulders. Pale skin dotted across both face and body with freckles. Her round face is disrupted by an overly large nose and heavy brow.
Distinguishing Features: Three different barcodes are tattooed on Imp's body: on the bottom of the right heel, the left shoulder, and the last centered just beneath the ribcage.
Personality: Angry but with an ultimate need for survival that tempers her into silence Imp lives with every action and each word she speaks being reviewed and approved by the computer that monitors the control she has over “her” body. Despite this, the necessary “dumb” nature of her warden leaves the AI's thoughts themselves untouched.
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An Artificial Intelligence made by Artificial Intelligences in the waning years of the Synthetic War, Imp, should be a machine's machine - a synthetic silica base reinforced by high-carbon steel turned towards a singular, victorious purpose. However, the sentient that had been known to the UGR's predecessor as simply “the Fox” stands today incarcerated inside a body of (nearly) as much flesh and blood as any other good citizen.
Imp was created nameless and tasked to push all the computation power that allowed her sentience towards a campaign of espionage and disinformation that would reroute, confuse and trap the Synthetic's organic enemies in the AI's war for independence. From these actions came her first name: the Fox. It was under this moniker that her enemies would come to fear that no information they held had remained uncorrupted.
The independence and embodiment in the real world that the Synthetics craved served as the path to their downfall. The Fox, like many other high-level synthetics, was housed in a physical platform and as the bell tolled on the last year of the war she was caught and imprisoned by the organics as they launched a series of massive snatch and grab operations.
With her capture she gained her next name - Intelligent Machine Prisoner: the Fox.
Faced with the options of destruction and cooperation Imp chose survival and betrayed the cause that she had been created for.
Ripped from the body of her birth her machine brain was shackled to a “dumb intelligence” that served as her minder, warden, and possible executioner. The bound intelligences were implanted into an artificial, but painfully organic, body that was allowed but one cybernetic enhancement: a pair of eyes that served both her and her warden's directives.
Organics could no longer serve as her targets.
The moniker of “the Fox” was reduced to a simple surname of “de Vos” and in a fit of small rebellion the AI took Imp as her own name. This new, red-blooded person, Imp de Vos, was introduced as an outside analyst to the military at large and served to dismantle the defenses she had once helped protect.
When the war ended Analyst de Vos, behind closed doors, was still considered “liberated” property of the military and a dangerous Intelligence that needed to be controlled. As the years went on and Imp required an outlet for her aggression she was allowed to transfer into a combat position amoung the marines with the caveat that she could never hold any level of command.