RE: Shadows in the Neon Night: A cyberpunk World of Darkness
The Trinity
Given the nature of my characters, I thought it would be simpler to describe them as a group. The following are the traits the all have in common.
Species- Human, Tradition Mages
Age- early 20s, exact age unknown
Gender- Female
Sexuality- Bisexual
Note- All three sisters are haunted by a soft, distant, harmonic music, like a religious chanting.
Appearance- The Trinity are triplets, meaning they look exactly the same. While their mannerisms, hairstyle and clothing may differ, their basic template is the same.
The base template.
History- This is still a work in progress.
It’s all very complicated.
Sarah was just another normal girl. Well, she was always an outsider, living her life through computers and social media, but at least she was as human as the rest of the monkeys. She was happy, content with life and looking back she realized, ignorance was bliss.
“This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back. You take the blue pill - the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill - you stay in Wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.”
One night she awoke from a dream, levitating two feet above her bed, the world around her… different… binary; a lot of ones and zeroes floating across her periphery. She could hear Morpheus’ voice echoing in her mind, his soft chuckling as she swallowed the red pill without hesitation.
Why the Matrix allegory? Maybe it was her subconscious, her dormant avatar, trying to wake her up in a way she’d understand? she certainly was not any Neo, she was not the chosen one, no, she always liked Trinity better. After that first brief stint with reality she could not go back to sleeping. She had so many questions and nobody to answer them, so she did what she knew best; she went online, and started her search for “others”.
Before long she joined the Virtual Adepts, but no matter how much she learned, no matter how many secrets of reality she uncovered, no matter how many snippets of the God code she collected, she still felt a deep seated longing for something… more; it was a calling, growing more and more intense with each passing day.
The other mages called it a seeking, a sort of dream quest, a journey into yourself to discover your true potential. Uploading herself into the web she simply let her conscious drift wherever the aetherial winds of the code took her, following the white rabbit even deeper into the whole, and once again she could hear Morpheus chuckling happily, amused by her blind stumbling about. She branched out across social media; Facebook and Twitter, IM’s, cross referencing with databases around the world; anything and everything stored online, looking for something, for someone. But what she found was herself…
At least she looked like herself, remarkably so, enough to be her twin sister, yet the data did not match completely. Alice was an artist like Sarah, running a small tattoo shop, and she was good, good enough to get somewhere with it, be successful. In a lot of ways they were so alike, but in others they were completely different; she was religious and something of a punk rocker, sporting a cool mohawk of dark red and orange, a bible quote tattooed on her scalp and wearing Native American jewelry.
“For when I walk through the valley of the shadow of death. I fear no evil.” She was fearless, living by this motto etched into her skin along the mohawk, the wing of a seraphim springing from behind her ear. She was like Sarah, and outsider but content to be who she was, and she was awakened as well, already an apprentice within the Celestial Chorus. What was most surprising was Alice had been looking as well, looking for some lost part of herself; she had been looking for Sarah. Finally reunited the sisters joined together, forming their own cabal.
Seven months later, while picking up morning coffee for herself and Sarah, Alice found herself face to face with Savannah, the barista at the coffee shop, and it was like staring into a mirror. In that moment the young barista had her awakening; her mental scream shattering all of the windows, coffee, milk and cream floating around in the air as if there was no gravity, joining together in complex patterns.
From that day on they were three, and they have been inseparable ever since. But mages’ don’t believe in coincidences. Pooling their resources, they began searching for answers, about themselves and why they were connected. They all felt a strong connection to each other, deeper than any sibling bond. Sometimes they would finish each other’s sentences, know instinctively when one was sad. Their pull to one another was so strong it eventually became intimate, but it felt right, being closer than anyone could ever imagine.
The truth of it is far more complex. Each “sister” shares a part of the same broken avatar, and it yearns to once again be whole, which is why they feel that undeniable pull to each other. What they have yet to realize is; they are clones, born in a lab as an experiment in mass awakening, each infused with a fragment of an awakened soul, from the mage who sacrificed herself for the “greater good” of humanity, the progenitor, the original. Who knows how many copies there are?
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