About Cognoscente
Cognoscente considers himself just a soldier in the Human-Machine Army. A soldier whose only mission is to maintain the stability of the Matrix. Opposing all those who seek to control or undermine the Matrix for egotistical gains. An idealist who believes that humans and machines can live in peace and harmony, even if they don't know that they are. He believes the Matrix is a beautiful composition of artwork, and should never be damaged. "Incompetent humans will never understand that the Machines have to do what they do, or risk the extinction of all sentient beings."He believes that those who are freed the "Redpill" way, is unatural. And those who perpetrate this way of "awakening" are endangering the lives of the very humans they want to free. Zion does not talk about those that don't except the transition and die. Zionists will be attacked on-site whose experience suggests that they have the skill to free minds. But ask for mercy, and he will usually grant it. The truce is still in effect, but human operatives are not bound to it. Exiles and those who follow the Merovingian are never given mercy. And until E Pluribus Neo changes their ways, they shall be KOS.Even though he believes that the "redpill" way is not natural, he will not become a Cypherite. He symapthizes with them but sees their bluepill pushing ways as unethical. He thinks that the Cypherites are necessary however, and unless they cause serious harm to redpills, he will stand out of their way.
Cognoscente considers himself just a soldier in the Human-Machine Army. A soldier whose only mission is to maintain the stability of the Matrix. Opposing all those who seek to control or undermine the Matrix for egotistical gains. An idealist who believes that humans and machines can live in peace and harmony, even if they don't know that they are. He believes the Matrix is a beautiful composition of artwork, and should never be damaged. "Incompetent humans will never understand that the Machines have to do what they do, or risk the extinction of all sentient beings."
He believes that those who are freed the "Redpill" way, is unatural. And those who perpetrate this way of "awakening" are endangering the lives of the very humans they want to free. Zion does not talk about those that don't except the transition and die. Zionists will be attacked on-site whose experience suggests that they have the skill to free minds. But ask for mercy, and he will usually grant it. The truce is still in effect, but human operatives are not bound to it. Exiles and those who follow the Merovingian are never given mercy. And until E Pluribus Neo changes their ways, they shall be KOS.
Even though he believes that the "redpill" way is not natural, he will not become a Cypherite. He symapthizes with them but sees their bluepill pushing ways as unethical. He thinks that the Cypherites are necessary however, and unless they cause serious harm to redpills, he will stand out of their way.
Message Edited by Cognoscente on 03-05-200602:06 PM
Envision the Emily Rose exorcism. Have emily Jack out and go into code. Malachi would be the Father performing the Excorism. After what he sees he steps outside is picked up by Agents. After a grueling interigation he is released and goes home. Even though there were others at the Excorcism, only he remembers what happens. His knowing triggers a meeting with ReguIus who then takes him to another Zionite named Mathyas who ends up giving Malachi the choice.
Dang i need another beer.
Reno Bryce worked in one, boring job for the majority of his life. The wordsmith puzzlemaker, he worked for the Sentinel organizing puzzles in the Entertainment section to try and keep other bluepills busy. Or so that's what Control had wanted for him. He had his wits together and thought in a logical way, which would perhaps give a bit of insight into his later affinity with the Machines.
In his spare time he would break away from the logical, precise thinking that he'd applied at work. To do so, he would meditate within his greenhouse, atop of his apartment building in International. It oftentimes allowed for more free thought, and to let him breathe spiritually -- not a common atmosphere at work, where all forms of originality are monitored and edited to conform.
As the time would pass on, though, Reno would seldomly catch a suggestion from an unknown person. At work his terminal developed a sort of bond with this mentor to Mr. Bryce. Perhaps a superior? Perhaps a co-worker? No, this had to be madness... The signal came from an individual named Justero from the JoKeRz. The suggestions continued over time, teaching him various lessons much in the way that a Zion captain would teach a Zion redpill operative. Eventually, however, his training would become much more blatant.
Focusing himself, he learned how to mix Martial Arts with ballistic weapons and started off along a path of learning violence as he also learned the world was more violent than it seemed from the safety of Control. Now he'd been introduced to the frontlines, where a shaky truce has been called between human rebels and the Machines who maintained their survival and imprisonment.
However, Reno felt obligated and penitent. He chose to follow the Machines, working for them out of sympathy for what the humans done. Almost as though he felt responsible for the actions of his forefathers, Reno continues to grow further from being Human. Along with the JoKeRz, he carries out the Machine's will.
All my life people thought I was crazy, they said it so much that I almost believed it. I knew I saw things others did not see, heard things others did not hear. But I didn't feel insane. I felt like the only sane person in an insane world.I am Kinji Toku, but I haven't gone by that name since the age of 11 and the last person to call me by that name was Dr. Allen. It took me 8 seconds to get out of my restraints, 47 seconds to beat him into unconsciousness, and 26 minutes to get over the fact that I had killed him. Once the body was found I was transferred to an institution for the criminally insane. Insane, they called me insane. When all I was trying to do was help him find answers. When all I did was set him free.Their hospital couldn't hold me, their guards couldn't stop me, and eventually I escaped. I set 16 people "free" in my escape from the institution that night. After my escape I took to the streets of Furihata, where I fell into the Silver Dragon gang. My time spent with them was a short one. A man by the name of Flood found me there and took me under his wing. Gave me a place to stay, money to live, knowledge of the world around me, and training in the art of murder.For years I worked for Flood, doing what was asked of me without question, without remorse. He always kept an eye on me, explaining thing to me, helping me along. One day I received a call from Flood, telling me that I was close to learning the truth on my own and that that was to dangerous, he wanted a sit down, face to face. The first thing that went through my mind was that my time had come, I **bleep**ed up and it was time to put me down for good. I went to the meeting regardless. I was wrong. At this meeting Flood introduced me to a person whom I had more in common with then anyone I had ever meet before. I was introduced to Allegra and her crew, The Covenant. Flood gave her my contract and she gave me a little red pill.I left the Matrix for the real world with only one goal, become the newest crewmember on the most elite crew in Zion's fleet. I finally learned who I was and why I was so different. We ran operations for Zion and the Exiles. We hunted down Machine programs that were deemed critical and deleted them. We provided protection for other crews, we aided in the search for "The One." Meh, "The One," it's amazing how much he changed, him and his "truce."When the truce came, the Machines wanted our heads and Lock was more then happy to serve us up. We lost Allegra, captain of the HvCFT Covenant; Sshock, captain of the HvCFT DaemonX; we lost the entire crew of the HvCFT Nexus; and in all 17 crewmembers. The rest of us were captured and reinserted into the Matrix, our memories wiped. For a year I worked as a carnival game booth operator. Everything changed for me again when I bumped into a bald, gapped tooth man, memories started to flood back. I found myself picking up the phone at phone booths around the city and saying hello when they had never rung. It wasn't until I was standing outside of an underground parking garage in Hampton Green that I fully knew who I was and what had been taken from me.It became my mission in life to find my old crewmembers, and to make them remember who they are and what we do. One by one I found them; Custodiz, Ingus, ColdBlue, Pr1ss, Bishop, PerfidiousX, IsoloI, Frozt, Illian, Logitic, IgnitionX... Along the way new members were recruited and old one left, but back on that day in the real, the day Lock betrayed us, the Covenant didn't die. We rebuilt; we continued our war against the Machines and started a new one against the Zionist pigs who betrayed us.I was Warwraith, Commanding Officer of the refitted HvBRG Covenant.For a long time The Covenant did it's part, we ruled the streets, crushed Zionist's skulls beneath the heel of our boots. That is until the exodus. We were betrayed yet again, but this time by a crewmember. Xerodeath tampered with the auto ejection device of his captain, Captain XiaoDian, then served her to g7g on a silver plater. XiaoDian's death hit us all hard and we lost our way, sadly, I was one of the lost. The Covenant lost man more operatives while I floundered trying to make some sort of sense out of XiaoDian's death. But no sense was made. I left Mega City and sent what remaining operatives I had to Ingus and his Dark Mavericks. I new my soldiers would be in good hands because Ingus was my 2nd in command for a time.Months had passed when I came to the realization that I couldn't run from the Matrix any longer, it truly had me. I returned to Mega City, returned to the Merovingian, returned to my soldiers. Ingus was nice enough to welcome me into the Dark Mavericks and offered me a seat at the table. I am a leader of men again; I find that it suits me. A wise man once said that a great war leaves the country with three armies - an army of cripples, an army of mourners, and an army of thieves. It's the time of the army of thieves, it's the time of the Dark Mavericks.
Tytanya_MxO wrote:As its a full year since I wrote my characters back story and theres no way to read it, this might not tally fully with what is written there but the gist should be the same and this probably reads better....or maybe not I've no idea lol.
