Plague (1 级) mail warning

Uh.... eats chips

Hi.... hides behind my screen

Personality

Highly Intelligent & Technically Gifted: Plague is a top-tier hacker, capable of breaching any digital fortress. Her mind works like a machine—fast, precise, and always five steps ahead.

Introverted & Independent: Social situations are a chore. She finds more comfort in glowing screens, code lines, and pixelated battles than in human interaction.

Obsessive Focus: When she locks onto a goal—whether cracking a government firewall or binge-watching a new anime season—nothing can pull her away.

Night Owl: She thrives at night, when the world is quiet and the digital realm is alive. Sleep? Optional.

🎧 Lifestyle & Preferences:

Digital Hermit: Her room is her fortress. Multiple monitors, LED glow, a high-end rig with water cooling—this is her kingdom.

Gamer & Stream Addict: Whether it's RPGs, fast-paced shooters, or hacking sims, gaming is her escape. If she's not playing, she's streaming anime or sci-fi shows in the background.

Snack-Driven: Fuelled by Pringles, other chips, and soft drinks like Cola, Sprite, or Almdudler. Snacks are life—yes, even while talking.

😶 Social Behavior:

Avoidant: Prefers digital avatars and usernames over faces and handshakes.

Blunt & Honest: If she talks, expect straight-to-the-point remarks—she doesn’t waste time on pleasantries.

Sarcastic Humor: When she lets her guard down, she's witty, dry, and sometimes darkly funny.

Secretly Caring: While she may act detached, those she lets into her circle find someone loyal and fiercely protective.

🎭 Persona Online vs Offline:

Online Alias: Plague – feared in cyberspace, respected in forums, possibly part of an elite hacktivist group.

Offline Identity: Unknown – she blends into the background, hood up, earbuds in, invisible to the world around her.

💡 Personal Philosophy:

“I don’t believe in heroes. Just systems. Fix the system—don’t play the game.”

She doesn’t do it for money or fame. No cryptocurrency donations. No hired jobs.

She does it because she can, and because the world is broken—and if no one else will fix it, she will.

💬 Online Presence:

Uses rotating aliases, always leaves a signature hidden in her code:
A simple "🜨" (Alchemical Earth symbol), only visible to those who understand where to look.

Has an underground reputation not as a villain or savior—but a virus that corrects the corrupted.

Skills

💻 Hacking & Cybersecurity

Advanced Penetration Testing – She can breach military-grade systems, corporate firewalls, and even dark web blackboxes.

Social Engineering Mastery – Though not social by nature, she can impersonate identities and manipulate digital personas for access.

Code Injection & Malware Creation – She writes custom rootkits, trojans, and backdoors. Signature malware: elegant, undetectable, and devastating.

Network Infiltration – Knows how to exploit public and private networks, even air-gapped ones through unconventional methods (e.g., ultrasonic transmission, rubber ducky scripts).

Zero-Day Exploits – Collects, buys, or discovers vulnerabilities before anyone else.

🧠 Cognitive & Analytical Skills

Hyper-Focused – Can dive into lines of code or a digital trace trail for 18+ hours without losing concentration.

Pattern Recognition – Detects anomalies in logs, security patterns, or behavior almost instantly.

Fast Learner – New software, protocols, and programming languages are absorbed in a matter of hours.

🔧 Technical Expertise

Programming Languages – Python, C, Rust, JavaScript, Assembly, Bash, SQL, Go.

Reverse Engineering – Decompiles and understands closed-source applications and firmware.

Cryptography & Decryption – Understands both the math and implementation behind modern cryptography.

Hardware Hacking – Soldering, modding, Raspberry Pi hacks, and rogue USB device creation.

🎮 Gaming & Digital Media

Pro-Level Gamer – High reflexes, strategic gameplay, possibly an eSports background in FPS, MOBAs, or stealth/survival games (some people have wild theories).

Streamer & Media Curator – Uses automation to record, catalog, and review entire anime or show databases.

Voice Modulation & AV Editing – Alters voice, edits video and audio for fake evidence or stream content.

🛠️ Utility & Life Skills

Multi-Monitor Multitasking – Can run 10+ tasks simultaneously: hacking, gaming, streaming, coding, snacking—all without losing track.

Sleep Hacking – Practices polyphasic sleep or biohacking to extend productive hours.

OSINT Gathering – Uses open-source intelligence to gather info on targets, people, or systems—often more than even professionals.

🧬 Signature Skill: “Ghost Protocol”

A super-skill:

"Ghost Protocol" – A legendary maneuver where she hacks into a system, plants false logs, reroutes traces, wipes footprints, and makes it appear like she was never there. Even elite cybersecurity teams think it was just a system hiccup.

Origin

📅 First Appearance:

13 years ago, on a dark web forum dedicated to cryptography, someone posted an unbreakable cipher labeled simply:

"Try me." – Plague

At first, no one took it seriously.

But within 24 hours, multiple elite hackers who tried to crack it found their systems compromised. Not destroyed—rearranged. Passwords reset. Files alphabetized. Firewall rules rewritten to make their systems better. Like she was saying:

"You’re welcome. Now sit down."

No name, no trace. Only the moniker: Plague.
A virus you couldn’t stop—because it wasn’t infecting systems. It was correcting them.

Over the next year, she:

Dismantled a known child predator network and left the database open for the FBI.

Crashed a corrupt corporate server hosting illegal surveillance software.

Appeared in IRC channels and forums with taunting puzzles, always solved her way.

The myth spread:

"She's not a person—she's an AI. Or a government experiment gone rogue."

But those in the underground know: Plague is real.
Not a ghost. A force.

🕹️ CURRENT LIFE: The Girl in the Dark Room

📍 Location:

Unknown, possibly Eastern Europe or a decentralized mobile rig.
Some believe she moves every 6 months. Others think she never moved at all.

🧬 Daily Routine:

Wake at 4PM, caffeine infusion, check server health, scrape fresh zero-days.

Hack by night, game by morning. Anime always running in the background.

Constantly running 3–5 projects:

One for personal challenge (usually an encrypted system no one else can crack),

One for the thrill (exposing a shady corporation or testing darknet security),

One for “fun” (like building a chatbot trained on cursed memes).

What else? No one knows.

Hunting Ghosts

Told from the perspective of R3v0lt, a once-feared hacker on the dark web.

They say you don’t find Plague—she finds you.
I always thought that was just deep-web romanticism.

I was wrong.

I’m R3v0lt. Or I was. The kind of hacker people whispered about in Discord lobbies and back-alley forums. I crashed three fintech startups, exposed a corrupt mayor’s secret bank account, and blackmailed a private security firm into funding a wildlife sanctuary in Zimbabwe. I wasn’t a villain. I wasn’t a hero.

I was just smarter than you.

Then I saw her name in an IRC chat.
Just three words.

“You’re in my way.”

That was the first message.

The second was subtler—a line of code in my own script I didn’t write. Elegant. Efficient. Better than mine. And signed with that cursed symbol:

🜨

Plague.

So I did what any egotist with a keyboard and a death wish would do.
I tried to hack her.

Day 1:

I started slow. Passive scanning. No hits.

Her IP rotated every 17 seconds—impossible for a normal user, suspicious for even an advanced one.
Okay. Smart girl. Cute even, judging by the one photo floating around (probably fake).

I dig deeper.

A fingerprint. Linux distro that barely exists.
I exploit a known kernel leak—
Firewall kicks me in the teeth. I’m locked out.

Strange. Her system doesn’t just reject me.
It counterpings. Traces.

I shut it down. Just a reflex.

No problem. I’ll try again tomorrow. This is just chess.

Day 3:

I’m sweating.

She hasn’t spoken. But I know she knows. My own backup drive won’t unlock.
Encrypted with a phrase I didn’t write.
"You should’ve stayed in your lane."

I check my cameras.

They turn toward me.

I rip them out of the wall.

Day 5:

She’s in my system. No—I’m in hers.

That’s what I thought.

The folder read "root//plague/doxx_r3v0lt.txt"

Click.

Name.
Address.
Past aliases.
Footage from a protest I thought was scrubbed.
VPN history.
A photo—my face—taken from my own webcam. Staring. Mouth open. Last night.

I shut it all down. Full kill switch. Format drives. Burn the backups.
I’m done. I'm out.

Day 6:

Too late.

There’s a knock at the door.

Five officers. No words. Just cuffs.

They found the crypto wallets. The blackmail notes. Everything I buried under a thousand layers of proxies and shell accounts.

One of them holds up a phone.

It’s playing a livestream. Twitch. Or something like it.
A girl in a dark room, neon screen glow painting her pale face.
Headset on. Hoodie zipped half-down. Eyes like blue fireflies. She’s typing.

She stops.

Looks dead into the camera.

Smiles.

Then says:

"Say hi to R3v0lt, everyone.
He won’t be online anymore."

Epilogue:

They say Plague doesn’t work for money.
Doesn’t do jobs.

She does corrections.

I was an error.

And she deleted me.

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