User:Alphonse Burr

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• Character Name: Alphonse Lockholm Burr
• Profile: Alphonse Burr
• Sex: Male
• Former Occupation: Part time freelance software engineer, full time greyhat hacker.
• Eyes: Brown
• Hair: Brown
• Race: Caucasian, German
• Build: Thin
• Group: Extractor Hacked
• Other: Is the bearer of a nervous twitch in which he flexes his hand out to it's fullest extent,
  then balls it into a fist, before continuing what he was doing. This is the result of a lack of
  medication for the treatment of his tourette's syndrome, although he will never admit to this.
  Always carries what appears to be a DNA extractor, but this one has half of the case removed
  and some new pieces seem to be added.

History

For the majority of his life, Alphonse spent his time in a small apartment room in Margery Avenue (Ridleybank) where he did odd programing jobs via the internet for a living. He was a member of the lower middle class of Malton, not because he was bad at his job, for in fact he was a master programmer, but because he was so preoccupied with his internet doings that he had little time to spare to make money. And this is how he preferred it, for all Alphonse needed was the glowing monitor of a computer screen and he was happy.

But this was not to last, because in early 2005, after a recent trip back to germany, while he was mapping out grid of servers in Malton to use as a mask for some of his activities, he discovered some unusual signals being sent. The signals where highly encoded, to the point where one wouldn't even notice they where there, unless he where looking for them. With some digital expertise, and a few weeks of hard work, he was able to decode the gist of the data. It appeared to be information for complex protein folding. Alphonse knew that there was an organization or two that used the internet for that sort of processing, but never encoded like this. This only caused Alphonse to become more interested. He spent hours of his days trying to find the answers he was looking for, and by mid June, had discovered that there was an entire underground network he was able to tap into. It seemed to compose a network of buildings all across Malton, but it was different in some way, while he was able to tap into it, it didn't seem to be dependent on the internet for it's functions.

From here he worked, and diligently he did, to crack into the most unique network of his career. He seemed to make progress at some points, but the levels of security seemed to thick to crack from the outside. That is, until July 3rd, 2005. He was close, he could feel it, he had been secretly pounding away at the defenses for weeks, and couldn't even pinpoint the location of one single source for the network. But that day he did, and to his surprise he found that he was living not a block away from the server that he was so desperately trying to enter. He could feel the answers that he so craved beneath his finger tips, but it was not to last. For as this was the day of his greatest victory, it was also the day of his greatest defeat. For as the hoards of zombies descended upon the cities, and the barricades that he erected in his broken down apartment where slowly torn down, he realized that his dreams where not to be. He fled his apartment, and barely escaped with his life.

Post Outbreak

Alphonse is not open about the first few weeks of the outbreak, as are many of the survivors. He will disclose however, that in this time and after, he uneasily discovered what is now common knowledge: The company of NecroTech is the popular blame for the outbreak, their syringes will temporarily stave off the infliction, and their buildings are able to track zombies scanned by their DNA extractors. It was a short bout of time before he found that the building he had discovered on July the third, and the network that accompanies it, where one and the same with these.

Alphonse was wracked with pains of regret, he thought that if only he had worked faster, if his fingers had had more finesse, if he had only gotten into that network sooner he could have stopped this all form happening. These thoughts did not last though, for as regrets for matters out of his control passed, he found his next course of action. He blamed NecroTech for all that had happened, but he would not call it off to pure chance or accident, he was convinced that NecroTech had done it intentionally. The more he traveled and the more he learned, the more convinced in his assumptions he became. There where to many coincidences, to many subtleties of chance for it to all have been an accidental.

After several days of thinking, of questioning motives and clearing his head, he set off on his new course. He was determined to find the truth of the matter, and from there, he believed he would find the one true course of action. From NT building to mall tech shop and on he would travel, doing nothing but solidify his hatred towards NecroTech, and plot their downfall. Other survivors would not listen to his ideas, branding him as a conspiracy theorist and continuing their desperate attempts for survival. Annoyed by this he withdrew into himself, a state he was accustom to from his pre-outbreak days. Two years he spent, fiddling with the dieing pieces of tech around the city, trying to find some way to fight back.

January 25th 2008, it was the day he completed the first of his weapons. Hundreds of man hours where put into this work, but he had finally finished it. He believed now that he had a good enough understanding of the workings of the NecroNet system, that he could begin to effect it. He had disassembled countless DNA extractors, he had studied as many NT buildings as he could find, and he had created his masterpiece: The Hacked Extractor. He believes that now with each scan of a zombie, his Hacked Extractor will now send a skewed reading back to the network, it will still allow the NecroNet to track the zombie, but all information on it will be corrupted. If the full extent of his programming is realized, it may even corrupt other information along with it.

He is unsure where he will go from here, but one thing is for sure, it will not be good for NecroTech.

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