Characters/Hydra Delta

Delta

Wall: x2

Import: 3s

Meters: (a constantly changing number, no, multiple, all measuring various dimensions of the entity)

Combat Value: i

Shock value: considerable or indifferent (index presented, indicating a formula for determining precise shock effects depending upon person and circumstance, though there're too many variables with missing meanings to actually apply it meaningfully).

Points value: (what looks like the value of pi, continually ticking down billionth place by billionth place)

METABOLISM

(Apparently scientific data on the precise functions of her body judging from the reference to various bodily functions, though presented in a confusing manner that makes it just as much gibberish as the rest of this).

SENSORS

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 0 - = ! @ # $ % ^ & * ( ) _ + | \ / [ ] { } ' " , . ? : ; A B C D E F G H I J G H L K O M N P R Q S T U V Y W X Z

Note: symbol reference on page 34

SKILLS

Una -3, measurement -45, piggybacking -34, physics -34, encryption -34, metaphory 34, stories 20, temporality 65, pho -34

Note: negative numbers explained on page 34

DEFECTS

Th... (finally the file breaks up into noise)

Comments

That dear Delta, she didn't really tell you much about herself? Here, have a little more informativeness. Delta is the information-analysis mode of Hydra. The Eye, the Nose. The most scienific of us all. You don't understand her science, but we do.

Here's what she looks like:

Description

 An almost jellyfish quality to her, transparence exposing her sprase visible 
    innards and body contours that sag slightly. Little tentacle-tendrils 
    drooping from her arms, flanges running down her legs.  In her head, 
    instead of brains,  pulsating organs of unknown functions, blue and red 
    and green and all tinted with silver flashes, center themselves with a 
    visible shift after each motion jolting them out of position.  Most 
    centrally and visibly in her torso, something like a silver-veined red 
    heart pulses in time to the beatings of the few apparent blood vessels 
    extending through her body.
 She has no apparent eyes other than faint reddish darkening where they might 
    be.  A large mass of almost feathery tendrils of antennae waver, with more 
    likeness to a particularly elaborate anemone than hair or anything else.  
    They sway toward all stimula, apparently sensitive to everything.  
    Everything.
 She barely touches the ground, sometimes not even coming close as her shape 
    contracts into something much closer to a tradition jellyfish, drifting 
    above.