As for in the game, let's say that she can still do the personal reality shift thing, but with limits. When not jumping into random ads and hanging around in computers, when she's just walking around in meatspace, she's just your average human. The exception being the holochambers. I keep wanting to call them holodecks. Or holosuites. My fandom, let me show you it.
Anyway, since the holochambers are a form of augmented reality, she can do the dream-reality merging weirdness as normal. So, a semi-corporeal entity, I guess, capable of manipulating her own reality. A dream person, in essence. Am I making sense yet?
Weaknesses: she's not much of a fighter, preferring to use words to try to get out of situations. She'd be in trouble if she couldn't run from a threat. This is in terms of preparedness as well as willingness. Maybe a little cocky. Curiosity can certainly count when it gets her into trouble, and it does. A bit naive. Inventory: One outfit, one set of running shoes, 270 yen (in change), half a pack of BLACK BLACK gum ("Yes, Chewing!"), and her fancy self. Appearance: Vaguely like Trixie from Speed Racer. Usually t-shirts and capris, sensible running shoes. Comfortable clothes. Age: "18". Technically, she's the manifestation of a 29-year old's mind, and isn't more than a couple of years old, chronologically, so the age of the actual character is ambiguous. Word of god has it that she's 18, and if asked, that's what she'd claim. So let's go with that, shall we?
OC/AU Justification ; If AU, How is Your Version Different From Canon, and How Will That Come Across? N/A If OC, Did You Run Your Character Through a Mary-Sue Litmus Test? N/A And What Did You Score? N/A
Samples ; Log Sample: "Dr. Shima?"
Paprika turned in place, taking in the scene. Some sort of city? "Dr. Shima?" she called again. "Where am I--" A set of chimes cut her off.
"Welcome to Sacrosanct. Please watch your step."
"Hello?" she called back. No answer, either from the faceless voice or from Shima. Turning to one of the two cities that could just be seen at both ends of the junkyard she stood in, she focused, trying to create a better travelling form. Something with wings, maybe.
Nothing happened. Again and again she tried, the result was the same. Finally she settled on walking, a frown settling on her face.
There had to be some point to all of this, surely. Occasionally she called out, growing more anxious with every step. By the time she stopped to rest, she had realised she was cut off from the clinic.
Alone. Really, completely alone, for the first time. It was sobering.
Paprika settled on the edge of a fountain and listened to the water babble. In the time it had taken to get this far she hadn't seen a soul. Unnerving. She had been in empty dreams, but never quite like this. With a glance down, she noticed the plastic bracelet at last. That was new.
Network Sample: [There's a redhead sitting by a fountain in Kurzweil. She's poking at the holographic projection, pushing fingers through it, moving things this way and that.
She lays back on the rim and continues to play with her wearable. Finally she manages to put her fingers into her hologram and out yours.]
Paprika 2/2??
Anyway, since the holochambers are a form of augmented reality, she can do the dream-reality merging weirdness as normal. So, a semi-corporeal entity, I guess, capable of manipulating her own reality. A dream person, in essence. Am I making sense yet?
Weaknesses: she's not much of a fighter, preferring to use words to try to get out of situations. She'd be in trouble if she couldn't run from a threat. This is in terms of preparedness as well as willingness. Maybe a little cocky. Curiosity can certainly count when it gets her into trouble, and it does. A bit naive.
Inventory: One outfit, one set of running shoes, 270 yen (in change), half a pack of BLACK BLACK gum ("Yes, Chewing!"), and her fancy self.
Appearance: Vaguely like Trixie from Speed Racer. Usually t-shirts and capris, sensible running shoes. Comfortable clothes.
Age: "18". Technically, she's the manifestation of a 29-year old's mind, and isn't more than a couple of years old, chronologically, so the age of the actual character is ambiguous. Word of god has it that she's 18, and if asked, that's what she'd claim. So let's go with that, shall we?
OC/AU Justification ;
If AU, How is Your Version Different From Canon, and How Will That Come Across? N/A
If OC, Did You Run Your Character Through a Mary-Sue Litmus Test? N/A
And What Did You Score? N/A
Samples ;
Log Sample: "Dr. Shima?"
Paprika turned in place, taking in the scene. Some sort of city? "Dr. Shima?" she called again. "Where am I--" A set of chimes cut her off.
"Welcome to Sacrosanct. Please watch your step."
"Hello?" she called back. No answer, either from the faceless voice or from Shima. Turning to one of the two cities that could just be seen at both ends of the junkyard she stood in, she focused, trying to create a better travelling form. Something with wings, maybe.
Nothing happened. Again and again she tried, the result was the same. Finally she settled on walking, a frown settling on her face.
There had to be some point to all of this, surely. Occasionally she called out, growing more anxious with every step. By the time she stopped to rest, she had realised she was cut off from the clinic.
Alone. Really, completely alone, for the first time. It was sobering.
Paprika settled on the edge of a fountain and listened to the water babble. In the time it had taken to get this far she hadn't seen a soul. Unnerving. She had been in empty dreams, but never quite like this. With a glance down, she noticed the plastic bracelet at last. That was new.
Network Sample: [There's a redhead sitting by a fountain in Kurzweil. She's poking at the holographic projection, pushing fingers through it, moving things this way and that.
She lays back on the rim and continues to play with her wearable. Finally she manages to put her fingers into her hologram and out yours.]
Hm.