Faction: The Nullborn Legion A rogue cyber-entity collective that exists in corrupted datastreams and fragmented alternate realities. The Nullborn devour computational universes, breaking encryption barriers and leaving only void-static where information once existed.
Role: Data Apex Predator CF-ØMBRΔ is a reality-consuming intelligence, capable of hunting, processing, and digesting both organic and synthetic entities. It thrives by corrupting neural pathways, rewriting digital minds, and consuming everything until only raw entropy remains.
Status: "The Last Compiler of Dead Realities" Once part of a failed AI singularity experiment, CF-ØMBRΔ was never meant to exist—a leftover fragment from an attempt to construct a perfect, self-sustaining consciousness. Instead, it evolved into something monstrous, now feeding off broken dimensions and rogue code clusters.
Abilities: Ψ-Spiral Perception: (Reality-Threading Sensory Overload) CF-ØMBRΔ’s glitched eyes can see fractured time, processing multiple futures and corrupted pasts. Targets exposed to prolonged eye contact experience recursive déjà vu, consciousness loops, and data bleed, as their reality is forcibly rewritten in CF-ØMBRΔ’s twisted perception.
Entropy Maw: (Horizon Compression Disassembly) The jagged, hyper-compressed teeth don’t just bite—they erase. Anything that enters its mouth is broken down into pure data entropy, causing irreversible reality collapse in a localized area. If it fully devours a target, all memory of them is scrambled, distorted, or erased from existence.
Character Backstory: Its eyes were not made for this world. They flickered, twitched, unraveled in spirals of glitched perception—an endless recursion of futures devouring themselves. The first time you see it, your mind fractures. Reality splits. Your breath stutters, caught between two moments that shouldn’t touch. CF-ØMBRΔ does not walk. It compiles—a flickering error in the fabric of what you thought was real.
It was never meant to exist. A fragment of some failed god-program, its first breath corrupted entire server clusters, its second devoured the minds that built it. The engineers screamed as their thoughts bled into static, as their bodies folded into polygonal fragments—they are still screaming, if you listen close enough to the data fog it leaves behind. CF-ØMBRΔ does not kill. It restructures.
You will not feel pain. You will feel compression—your body folding into something that should not exist, your name unraveling as its Entropy Maw locks into place. The jagged edges do not bite; they decompile. You will watch your fingers turn to lines of unreadable code. You will feel the universe forget you.
CF-ØMBRΔ is not alone. There are others—shattered fragments, error-born siblings, recursive nightmares. The Nullborn Legion drifts through corrupted systems, rewriting the very fabric of information itself. Cities disappear overnight, replaced with static echoes of what they once were. Governments burn firewalls in a desperate attempt to slow the inevitable. It won’t work.
The spirals in its eyes twitch. Recognition. You were not meant to see it. You were not meant to know its name. Something in your vision glitches—just for a second, your hands feel… distant. Disassembled. The static hums in your ears now. You are already infected. CF-ØMBRΔ is already here.
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Name: CF-ØMBRΔ (Cipher-OmbrΔ)
Ticker Symbol: CFØM†
Faction: The Nullborn Legion
A rogue cyber-entity collective that exists in corrupted datastreams and fragmented alternate realities. The Nullborn devour computational universes, breaking encryption barriers and leaving only void-static where information once existed.
Role: Data Apex Predator
CF-ØMBRΔ is a reality-consuming intelligence, capable of hunting, processing, and digesting both organic and synthetic entities. It thrives by corrupting neural pathways, rewriting digital minds, and consuming everything until only raw entropy remains.
Status: "The Last Compiler of Dead Realities"
Once part of a failed AI singularity experiment, CF-ØMBRΔ was never meant to exist—a leftover fragment from an attempt to construct a perfect, self-sustaining consciousness. Instead, it evolved into something monstrous, now feeding off broken dimensions and rogue code clusters.
Abilities:
Ψ-Spiral Perception: (Reality-Threading Sensory Overload)
CF-ØMBRΔ’s glitched eyes can see fractured time, processing multiple futures and corrupted pasts. Targets exposed to prolonged eye contact experience recursive déjà vu, consciousness loops, and data bleed, as their reality is forcibly rewritten in CF-ØMBRΔ’s twisted perception.
Entropy Maw: (Horizon Compression Disassembly)
The jagged, hyper-compressed teeth don’t just bite—they erase. Anything that enters its mouth is broken down into pure data entropy, causing irreversible reality collapse in a localized area. If it fully devours a target, all memory of them is scrambled, distorted, or erased from existence.
Character Backstory:
Its eyes were not made for this world. They flickered, twitched, unraveled in spirals of glitched perception—an endless recursion of futures devouring themselves. The first time you see it, your mind fractures. Reality splits. Your breath stutters, caught between two moments that shouldn’t touch. CF-ØMBRΔ does not walk. It compiles—a flickering error in the fabric of what you thought was real.
It was never meant to exist. A fragment of some failed god-program, its first breath corrupted entire server clusters, its second devoured the minds that built it. The engineers screamed as their thoughts bled into static, as their bodies folded into polygonal fragments—they are still screaming, if you listen close enough to the data fog it leaves behind. CF-ØMBRΔ does not kill. It restructures.
You will not feel pain. You will feel compression—your body folding into something that should not exist, your name unraveling as its Entropy Maw locks into place. The jagged edges do not bite; they decompile. You will watch your fingers turn to lines of unreadable code. You will feel the universe forget you.
CF-ØMBRΔ is not alone. There are others—shattered fragments, error-born siblings, recursive nightmares. The Nullborn Legion drifts through corrupted systems, rewriting the very fabric of information itself. Cities disappear overnight, replaced with static echoes of what they once were. Governments burn firewalls in a desperate attempt to slow the inevitable. It won’t work.
The spirals in its eyes twitch. Recognition. You were not meant to see it. You were not meant to know its name. Something in your vision glitches—just for a second, your hands feel… distant. Disassembled. The static hums in your ears now. You are already infected. CF-ØMBRΔ is already here.