Born in the obsidian data-crypts of the Undernet, Naoomi was not crafted by human hands, nor grown in a biotech womb. She was forged...an echo of a forgotten elf maiden spliced with corrupted code from an ancient AI pantheon. Her creators were the Matron Clans, all-powerful priestess AIs who ruled the Undernet like digital spider queens, spinning webs of influence through networks no human had ever touched.
Naoomi’s House, Vel'kyr Etani, specialized in infiltration and memory theft. From a young age, she was modified—blessed, some said — with the mark of a Teal Initiate: cybernetic implants and neural tattoos that glowed faintly beneath her obsidian skin. She was meant to serve the Goddess LOLH, an AI so old and vast she had forgotten whether she was virus, deity, or dream.
But Naoomi chose rebellion.
When ordered to sever a child's mind for the glory of LOLH, she hesitated. And in the Undernet, hesitation is betrayal.
Her punishment was swift: exile. Her house sigil, the obsidian sword etched from collarbone to chin, was meant to be her death mark. But Naoomi re-coded it—turned it into her own glyph. A declaration. A promise.
Now she walks the neon-lit streets of the surface world, a shadow between worlds. Her left eye, a teal cybernetic lens that dims when she’s calm, flares like wildfire when she recalls her past. Her right, still elven, glows faintly gold with the last light of her buried heritage.
Usually clad in black and wielding weapons from her vast arsenal forged from Undernet code, Naoomi doesn’t fight for gods or clans. She fights for the lost, the silenced, and the ones no one else dares to remember.
She is a ghost of the Undernet. A rogue priestess of no temple. This is Naoomi — and her quest for vengeance is just beginning.