ooc; today i wanna talk about sen’s darknet market place. consider this set during sen7inels “peak” before her V0id arc. the earlier she is in her career, the less put together the den is.
TECHNICAL ANALYSIS REPORT SUMMARY
» Case: #237005 - The Coyote
» File: #0037
» Lead Investigator: [!!!] >> REDACTED
» Classification: Secret; Investigators Only
#~: Overview
The Coyo7e’s Den is an invite-only darknet marketplace believed to be founded and curated by the threat actor known as The Coyote (also known as Sen7inel).
Despite repeated investigations, the Den has no fixed server location, no set access methods, and no persistent access by authorities. The following report has been built from first-hand accounts, informants, and passive observation. Analysts assess with high confidence that the Den is not a singular site, but a distributed mesh network composed of rotating TOR nodes, darknet forums, encrypted relays, and communication channels with multi-factor authentication.
The Den functions simultaneously as:
A black-market intelligence exchange
A leverage brokerage
An exploit marketplace
A rumor mill for high-tier cybercriminal activity
A facilitation layer for blackhat hacking services operated or brokered by Sen7inel
A private back channel for Sen7inel’s internal operations, including friendly communications and special access
#~: Access & Entry
Access Method: Invitation-only
Recruitment Model: Highly selective
Estimated user count: 50-100 active at any given time
Users do not apply for access. Entry is extended only after a user demonstrates:
Operational competence
Information value
Shared objectives or views
Trusted buying practices
Acceptable trade ethics (see Restrictions)
Invitations have been observed embedded within:
System logs
Payload comments
Uncertified vulnerability patch notes
Hidden system files
Third-party intermediaries (unaware of final recipient identity)
Any attempt to request access directly is believed to result in permanent exclusion.
#~: Network Structure
Analysis indicates the Den operates as a non-hierarchical, curator-governed network.
Observed characteristics:
Rotating server architecture
No persistent URLs
Asymmetrical encryption for secure transmission
Text-based UI, chatrooms, marketplaces
Redundant hot sites
The Den is intentionally inconsistent, frustrating traditional mapping, crawling, and attribution efforts.
Analysts note stylistic and ideological variance across portions of the Den, contributing to widespread rumor that the operator is a collective. This is assessed as deliberate obfuscation in an attempt to conceal the Coyotes operation.
#~: Transactions & Material Traded
The Den does not traffic in low-value cybercrime or goods.
Observed offerings include:
Breach data (pre-public disclosure such as password dumps, sensitive records, prototypes, intellectual property, etc.)
Persistent backdoor access
Hacking and infiltration services
Custom exploits and root kits
Blackmail and coercion materials
Identity fabrication packages
Intelligence on corporations, syndicates, institutions, and state actors
The Den has loose rules but enforces several hard boundaries. Violations are rare and, when enforced, are often handled in a manner intended to deter broader noncompliance.
Confirmed prohibitions include:
Human trafficking
Exploitation of minors
Reckless operations exposing the network
Attempts to deanonymize members
Enforcement and moderation is believed to be automated with custom scripts, with manual intervention by Sen7inel when necessary.
Analysts note that enforcement within the Den appears reactive rather than constant. Minor violations and ideological variance are frequently tolerated until they present operational risk.
Users removed from the Den report total loss of access, data erasure, and — in extreme cases — subsequent real-world consequences.
#~: Administrative Oversight
Based on evidence collected over years, analysts have identified multiple distinct administrators believed to be operated by Sen7inel:
Divergent writing styles
Contradictory ideological stances
Varied levels of aggression and restraint
Contrasting personalities
This supports the prevailing assessment that Sen7inel curates rather than commands the Den.
Direct intervention by the Coyote is rare but decisive:
Users who toe boundaries are muted or shadow banned
Warnings issued publicly
Retaliation executed with little notice, often quietly
Evidence suggests there are a few suspect accounts identified as possible moderators. These accounts seem to be Sen7inels’ closest allies, whom she trusts to support her operation. Over the years, some of these accounts have changed, most notably the removal of ‘blackr00t’ during the Den’s formative period.
#~: Strategic Function
Task Force assessment concludes the Coyo7e’s Den functions as:
An intelligence aggregation hub
A revenue stream
A secrets archive
A deterrent to direct attacks
The Den enhances Sen7inel’s ability to keep up with adversaries, both state and non-state, who might have an advantage in terms of resources or manpower. That said, it’s still a one-man shop and has its challenges.
Sustained involvement at current scale is assessed to impose significant cognitive and operational burden on Sen7inel, mitigated through automation, selective delegation, and deliberate limitation of user growth.
Regardless, it is still widely regarded as:
Highly secure
Heavily protected
Morally gray
Ethically selective (by criminal standards)
Some agents have argued that the Den could be a weak point in the Coyote’s overall operation however no concrete evidence has been provided.
OVERALL ASSESSMENT
Risk Level: HIGH
Containment Feasibility: LOW
Attribution Confidence: 86%
The Coyo7e’s Den is not neutral territory. Any interaction with the Den should be considered as potential engagement with Sen7inel herself. Nothing occurs within without her awareness. Agents are advised that engagement with Den-related infrastructure carries elevated counterintelligence risk, even in passive collection scenarios.
Approved for inclusion in Case File 237005 by [!!!] >> REDACTED.
🚻 (for GK) Are you proud of what your son has become? Do you think he is heading in a good direction in life?
Dione: I... do not know. I see him now and see how scared he is, and it hurts, you know? I can see him trying to integrate back into a normal life, and I am so proud of him for that. Of course I am! I just wish he could do so without having to be afraid is all.
Io: Heck yeah I’m proud of him! My boy is still kicking even after all he’s gone through! Sure, he has stuff to work out, but I know he will. If he can keep going like this, I know soon he’ll back to the self he should be!
ooc; okay, i've been poking at this for TOO LONG. so gunna finally post it. might fiddle with some of the finer details later but it's good enough for now. say hello to sen's big bad.
#~: General Info
Name: Charles Edwin Whitlok
Alias: Father Charles, Elder of the Southern House, High Shepherd of the Flame
Age: Born 1964 (verse dependent, approx. 25 years older than Sen7inel)
Height: 6'0", average build
Affiliation: Shepherd's Flame Church; formerly Duke University Behavioral Neuroscience
Relationship to Sen7inel: Former overseer during her childhood, the man who carved the scar. Antagonist.
Tag: npc; father charles
#~: Skills
Charles is not a hacker, a soldier, or a street-level threat. He's a disgraced behavioral neuroscientist who builds tools that make other people into his loyal followers or weapons. His expertise is in cognitive conditioning and biofeedback technology, devices designed to monitor, modify, and ultimately override autonomous thought.
He developed two core technologies during his academic career: a headband-style neural feedback device that reads and nudges brainwave patterns over time (later adapted into the Church's "Holy Band" worn by Keepers), and an electro-feedback compliance collar that drives obedience through calibrated pain (later evolved into the Guidance Collar used on the Church's dissenting members). The headband is the scalpel. The collar is the hammer. Charles prefers the scalpel, but he learned to appreciate what the hammer accomplishes in the hands of the faithful.
"Pain is a crude tool, but it generates clean data and results."
#~: Personality & Traits
Calm, measured, analytical — defaults to observation over reaction.
Raises his voice only when his authority is directly challenged. When he does lose it, it's fierce and cutting.
Everything is data. Sermons are lectures. Confessions are clinical interviews. Children are studies.
Morality is a social construct. He operates from an efficiency framework. "Right" is what produces the desired outcome. "Wrong" is waste.
Mistakes understanding for connection. If he can predict your behavior, he believes he knows you.
Fears irrelevance. Not death, not God, but irrelevance. That his work will be forgotten. That he will die having proven nothing.
Genuine emotion surfaces only in three contexts: his mother's memory, his research being validated, and losing control of a subject or system.
#~: Visual
High Shepherd Charles (age mid-50s). Art by corn.cupine.
Faceclaim: TBD
Style: Scientist meets clerical. Trim dark clothing. Cassock and collar when performing for the Church, clean white lab coat and charcoal button up when working privately. Nothing warm. Everything in its place.
Hair/Eyes: Around late 30s, brown going salt-and-pepper and balding. Bald and gray by 50. Icy blue eyes. Wire-frame glasses he adjusts compulsively when processing new information.
Vocals: Measured, deliberate, a little raspy in his elder years. Appalachian accent flattened by years of academia. It surfaces when he's tired, angry, or performing for the congregation.
After successful development of his mind-control technology always wears a modified clerical collar. It’s the master control unit for all Guidance Collars and Holy Bands. Eventually becomes the most important piece of technology in the Church.
#~: Background
Birth / Early Life:
Born in rural Appalachian Virginia. Coal country. Single mother. Margaret "Maggie" Whitlok, a night-shift nurse who worked doubles to keep the lights on. Suffered from unmanaged alcoholism. Died of complications from untreated ovarian cancer when Charles was 19. She was kind, tired, and did her best. Charles loved her in the only way he knew how: by trying to understand her and her lack of self-control. She's the only person he has ever mourned.
Only child. Teachers called him "studious but quiet." Bullied and invisible until occasional bursts of rage severe enough that the bullying stopped. Learned early that people responded better when pressure was applied, so he studied them. Looked for pressure points in others. Never had close friends. Developed a fascination with why people do what they do. Not out of empathy, but out of a genuine inability to understand it intuitively.
Academia:
Full scholarship to Virginia Tech — biology, focus on animal behavior. Accepted into Duke University's Behavioral Neuroscience doctoral program under Dr. Leonard Hargrove, a respected but controversial researcher in cognitive conditioning and biofeedback technology. Hargrove saw in Charles a rare combination of brilliance and detachment. Charles thrived: the man gave him the first framework for understanding his own mind as a tool rather than a flaw.
Over the course of several years, his research centered on two prototype devices: a neural feedback headband and an electro-feedback compliance collar.
The theory: can positive and negative stimulation affect behavior when used together?
Testing started with animals under approved protocols then escalated. Falsified welfare reports. Pushed subjects beyond approved thresholds. Transitioned to unauthorized human trials using grad students and paid volunteers under vague consent forms. At least two participants reported lasting psychological effects.
The Fall:
Around the age of 27, a fellow doctoral candidate blew the whistle after gaining access to unredacted trial data. The University revoked his access, froze his research, initiated expulsion. His mentor Hargrove distanced himself immediately. Publications retracted. Devices seized. Blacklisted from academia and the private sector entirely. No institution would touch him.
A year of freefall. No work, no mother, no colleagues. His research wasn't a career, it was the only lens through which he understood the world. He ended up on a bridge in the early hours of a winter morning outside of Raleigh, NC.
He'd call it a version of control.
The "Conversion":
The man who talked him off the bridge was Earl Burris, a low-ranking Shepherd's Flame parishioner driving home from a late meeting. Earl didn't quote scripture. He offered coffee from a thermos and sat with him for forty-five minutes talking about nothing. It was the first time in a long time someone had given the disgraced researcher the time of day.
Earl invited him to a small Flame gathering. Charles went, trying to satisfy a debt before moving on. What he found was a cramped community hall and a local Father delivering a fiery sermon about obedience to God's design. How the disobedient would "burn" and only through surrender to God’s will could a person find peace. He caught whispers of physical punishment under the guise of repentance and purification — a bruise here, a scar there. But… smiles on the ones affected.
Charles didn't hear a spiritual message. He saw it for what it was. A cult. A delivery system. The congregation wasn't worshipping, they were complying. Willingly. Eagerly. Without a single electrode or piece of red tape. Social pressure as enforcement, confession as data collection, community as the reward loop, excommunication as the ultimate negative stimulus. It was everything his research attempted to do, running on software two thousand years old.
"My mother used to say God had a plan. She died at forty-three of a cancer no god intervened on. But the idea… the idea that someone is in control? That's useful."
He joined not because he wanted to be saved, but because he saw an institution he could optimize. Ordained within three years. From the beginning, his plan was never to serve the Church. It was to use it.
Rise to Power:
As Father Charles he was assigned oversight of the Shepherd's Guiding Hand facility. Continued his research under the guise of religious correction. Children became his longitudinal studies. The Church became his lab. The results were efficient. Others in leadership began to take notice. However, the Flame's methods — physical punishments, isolation, and labor — left him wanting for a better system. And after a particular 'Lamb' (the cult's name for troubled youth) named Kali escaped during his oversight, he began to rebuild and introduce his research into the Institution's environment.
Eventually his work led him to becoming the Elder of the Southern House of the Church. “Keepers” became more common, children ‘selected’ to be in service to the Flame armed with metal headbands to ensure compliance while tasked with “church matters”. Dissenters or disruptive members (children and adults alike) armed with metal collars, delivering “reconditioning” when detected.
A master-control unit was developed secretly, one that looks like a standard priest collar. It has the ability to receive a command via thought from the wearer and transmit it to a Halo or Collar. Charles wears it always after its development.
The founder and High Shepherd, Gideon Lance, did not appreciate his methods, however. This created a rupture between the two and sects of the Church.
High Shepherd:
Charles continued his work until the “unfortunate” death of the High Shepherd and Founder of the Flame, Gideon Lance. Charles would present a control unit to Gideon as an offering to the church. The unit would combust into flame hours later, consuming the High Shepherd in what Charles would later call a purifying flame, saying “God had need of him.”
Shortly after, Charles was elevated by a near unanimous vote of the separate houses to the Flame's highest position. For the next five years, Charles would grow the Church's reach though the use of technology. Effective social media marketing would draw new members. Apps used to “spread scripture” also acted as spyware to ensure compliance with Church doctrine.
The activities did not go unnoticed. A shadowy organization with a focus on alternative weaponry named the Ascendia Group caught wind of Charles's research and the technology he developed. And they wanted it. They approached Charles through intermediaries with an offer to fund his research if he gave over the final product. The intent: go to market with a true mind control device.
The explosion of growth would accelerate his research, the technology becoming sleeker, more stable. Consistent.
And eventually, catch the attention of Sen7inel as blackmarket copies start showing up on the darknet for sale.
That would be the start of his downfall.
Exposure (set during Sen's 'Coyote' era):
One way or the other, Sen7inel takes aim at Charles, unwilling to let her past repeat. Unaware of the additional funding that has permitted investment in defenses, she gets caught by Keepers trying to infiltrate his Ascendia-funded research wing. That’s when he realizes who she is. Kali Blackwell. He’s almost delighted. Fits her with a collar and halo — the maximum effectiveness yet dangerous combination.
Before the worst can happen, agents swarm the facility. A deadman's trigger Sen7inel set up as an insurance policy leaked every bit of data she had on the Church and Charles to the feds. And they take him in custody. The Ascendia Group abandons him and all evidence of their partnership other than a copy of his research. The Church, under severe scrutiny, collapses under the weight of its sins. He's booked on multiple counts of abuse amongst many other charges and sentenced to life in jail.
While there are rumors, no one has been able to fully attribute the leak to Sen7inel or any of her aliases. Nor is she mentioned in any of the case reports. It's assumed she slipped away (or was let go) prior to the crime scene being established.
ooc; good morning dash, i’ve got this bit of lore drop for you today. zooming into the perspective of father charles, sen’s first ‘antagonist’ figure, set following the moments that scar of hers is given. lore files for charles and shepherds flame are still wip but i think you’ll get the gist. due to the nature of the scene, all has been stuffed below the cut. content warning: abu.se, religious themes, blood hinted, wounds, general dddne stuff.
» Case: #237005 - The Coyote» File: #0072» Lead Investigator: [!!!] >> REDACTED» Classification: Secret; Investigators Only
Investigators Notes: The following scene has been reconstructed based on evidence, records, and witness accounts. Any new details should be submitted to the lead investigator.
Location: Shepherd’s Guiding Hand Correctional Center, [!!!] >> REDACTED, Georgia
Est. Timeframe: Early to Mid 2000s
Dull blue eyes stared down at the limp body that lay across the metal table, a bright red line contrasting against pale skin. The teenage girl had passed out under the weight of the pain, shock and exhaustion overwhelming the fight she’d displayed while being dragged into the small room less than an hour before. Even unconscious, defiance etched the faint crease of her brow.
He’d make a note of that when he could, back in his private office.
Father Charles neither looked pleased nor disappointed, only considering as if the results of a test were not as expected. Long fingers pulled rubber gloves off with a snap, the tips smudged by the bloodied knife he’d used per tradition of the Church. His black cassock hung undisturbed, the gray cincture at his waist and white collar pristine despite what he’d just done. The middle-aged man was just starting to bald, brown hair turning salt and pepper on the fringes. Wire frame glasses had only one smudge in the bottom corner of the lens from where he pushed them back up the bridge of his nose.
Two women in habits, both hardened and detached, had held her down during the process. Now, they fussed over the young girl’s back, moving methodically as if practiced. The wound was freshly cut in the fashion the High Shepherd of the Church had taught him years ago after he had been initiated. With a heated metal rod, the Sisters cauterized the damage, pressing the pointed end against the worst of the cut with a brief and unpleasant hiss. The smell of smoldering flesh permeated through the small room, lit with dimmed overhead fluorescence, but no one seemed to flinch.
He had expected her to fold — plead for him to stop like the other ‘lost lambs’ had. As the overseer of the facility, knew this day would come since she had been admitted four or five years ago. It hadn’t taken long for her to make it on his list. Most of the other miscreants broke as the tip of the knife edged over the shoulder blade. A modest mark — the kind that showed humbling to the small religious community and not outright rebellion that could lead to ostracism. The remaining handful typically caved by the time he reached the spine…
Barbaric. But… Effective. On most, that is.
That gaze traced the carving that now ran from shoulder to hip. Regardless, the data was as useful as the sharp blade he still held.
“Father Charles?”
His head snapped up, a meek looking woman with black curls stood in the doorway, averting her gaze to the floor and avoiding the scene. Too young still to be numb to such a sight and understand the necessity of the matter, much less the importance of his work. But his project was still unfolding, and Isabel was just a piece still in motion.
Hands folded behind his back, expectant. There was no visible shame or embarrassment in his apparent actions. And he did not attempt to hide it.
“What is it, Sister Isabel?” The Father’s words were flat, wrapped with feigned warmth. The mask he wore to maintain some semblance of faith cloaking the ambitious researcher underneath.
At nearly a head shorter than the man, Isabel shifted from one foot to the other, uncomfortable under Charles’ gaze.
“The Keepers have cleared the campus.” The Sister’s voice was hushed, like one might appear if she spoke the title too loudly. “And they’re maintaining watch now, as you asked.”
At least something was still working as intended today. His loyal Keepers quieted most rooms they stepped into by presence alone. And sometimes by force.
Isabel cleared her throat then continued. “All of the children have been sent back to their beds. The injured are in medical care, including several staff members.” Fingers unconsciously fidgeted with the hem of her sleeves, a weak attempt to soothe herself. “The ones we believe helped the instigator—,” those doe eyes flicked up finally, eyeing the blonde child for no more than half a second, “—have been put in individual isolation holds.”
Charles considered the young woman for a moment. The headdress she wore did little to give her any semblance of age, much less wisdom. He wondered how far he’d have to twist the knife until she finally accepted her role in this unfortunate business.
If she did that, she’d make a fine Keeper herself. The quiet ones always did.
“Thank you, Isabel.” Charles’ head inclined ever so slightly, barely feigning the acceptance with a faint smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “I’ll tend to the others as soon as I’m finished here.”
The words tasted like dogmatic ilk on his tongue.
With a brief but polite incline of his head: “You may go now.”
The young woman gripped the doorknob, as if her body was aware that something was wrong with the scene before her yet her mind was still convincing itself that it was normal. A standard response as part of the process; the body often took longer to convince than the mind. Then she nodded, disappearing behind the heavy door as it closed with a soft thud.
When he turned back to the table, the senior Sisters were dressing the wound, care given but absent of warmth. ‘Truly Enlightened’ some would whisper about them between the pews. An inconvenient concept as old as the Church itself — inefficient, outdated. One he intended to replace. Soon.
“Give the necessary care and see her to the infirmary with strict oversight. We don’t need another riot started in the medical wing lest we provoke the ire of the High Shepherd.” The Father’s instructions carried the weight of bored authority. “Only do what is necessary. God will dictate the rest.”
Both Sisters bowed their heads, a quiet “yes Father” issued in unison as they continued their work. It would be easier to complete the repair here before the girl woke — she would surely start struggling again.
With a final glance, Charles nodded his head and stepped out of the room. Steps clicked against the concrete floor as he headed towards his quarters, thoughts cycling as he considered the outcomes of this situation and collecting the thoughts he would jot down. As the old IBM terminal blinked on at his desk, the amber interface bloomed against the dark, he had his notes ready:
» Subject known as Kali refused entirely, collapsing instead.
» Observation will continue to monitor long term impact per thesis — pain alone isn’t always sufficient.
» This is not the first subject to display such tolerance, but she is one of few.
» Further data to be collected.
ooc; the following contains triggering topics such as child abuse, religious themes, and cults. additionally, this information is meant to be unknown to others and is provided as character lore unless agreed upon ahead of time or shared during interactions.
Case: #237005 - The Coyote
Lead Investigator: <REDACTED>
Classification: Secret; Investigators Only
Born into a strict household in Casper, Wyoming on May 7th, Kali Blackwell, was pushed to be perfect from day one. Her father, Robert Blackwell, a banker for many of the largest and wealthiest cattle farms in the state, followed the word of an obscure, cult-like religion under the denomination of “Shepherd’s Flame” — warmth rare but punishment swift. Her mother, Vanessa Blackwell, a stay-at-home mom and gardener, suffered from obsessive compulsive disorder, undiagnosed due to the negative views of mental health issues preached the church. With Kali being an only child, this led to the constant expectation of perfection and correction — perfectly clean clothes, proper manners, chores done at the same time every day, and so on.
For a young child, it was a lot to ask.
As Kali grew older, the more pressure and expectation was placed on her. In first grade, one of Kali’s teachers reported to her parents that she was generally a “happy child” with a wonderful imagination but disruptive, showing signs of hyperactive ADHD. Her parents, outraged by the accusation, left in a huff and pulled her out of school and home schooled her. This only aggravated Kali’s symptoms further, leading to more attempts at correction or punishment. Her father called her cursed. Her mother said nothing.
When she finally rebelled, getting caught stealing after running away from home, it led to her arrest as a youth at age 10. When her parents came to pick her up, they demanded their daughter be returned to them to issue punishments in alignment with their church. Her father, well known by the community and generally viewed as a good person, was convincing. The cops reluctantly agreed, genuinely hoping to keep another kid out of the juvenile incarceration system. It was supposed to be a mercy. It wasn’t.
The Shepherd’s Flame approved solution was an institution named “The Shepherd’s Guiding Hand” and was marketed as rehabilitation located in the American South. They were anything but—rigid, abusive, and controlling. They relied on religious indoctrination, forced labor, isolation, and coercion. She endured years of psychological, physical, and emotional abuse—humiliation, cold showers, restraints, even forced medical procedures.
Father Charles Whitlok, the priest in charge of the institution, was an ambitious man for his age at the time, aspiring to climb rank in the church and achieve a higher status. He followed the teachings to the word, enforcing a “children must be seen but not heard” mentality as well as gender roles among the children and staff alike. He saw it as his personal mission to turn every child that attended his institution into one of “God’s perfect angels”.
However, he would not hesitate to damn the children who he found to be unworthy.
One of those kids was Kali. Kali became one of the known “problem children”, regularly testing or pushing past the boundaries of the institution. Most of the time she could endure the punishments. Sometimes she could not.
Around the age of 15, Kali refused to cooperate with staff orders, causing a riot amongst the other children during lunchtime. Caught on camera, Father Charles laid down his judgement. Kali was dragged to one of the isolation cells by two nuns to a waiting Father Charles. Held down on a table and too small to wrest free of adults, Charles used a blade and carved it across Kali’s back from left shoulder to right hip, muttering verses and prayers as he went. The last thing she remembers before passing out was the sharp pain, the warmth of blood, and the words, ‘May the gates of heaven never open for you,’ hissed in her ear like a benediction.
That was the day Kali died and Sen7inel was born — though she wouldn’t know it until years later.
While the wound was cauterized after infliction, it was never well tended and healed poorly, leaving it sensitive to touch. It would take months before she could lie on her back again.
When she regained strength, she went quiet — obedient on the surface, calculating underneath. Father Charles touted it as a success. It was an act out of pure self-restraint. She used this faked attitude to start studying the system that trapped her: who got lazy, where the blind spots were, how passcodes overlapped and where. She manipulated staff, gained privileges, and mapped her escape in phases with restrained patience. When the opportunity finally came, she triggered a blackout, then vanished through a service tunnel with nothing but the clothes on her back.
It would be years before she resurfaced under her chosen name: Sen7inel.
ooc; pulling some info for an npc who’s significant in Sen7inel’s history. she may be mentioned from time-to-time and is available to interact with upon request. if there’s enough interest, might spin her off on to her own blog. will prolly make her own graphics when i get a chance.
#~: General Info
Name: Irina Vetrova
Alias: Чёрный Корень, “Blackroot” in darknet circles
Age: ~39 (typically about 7 years older than Sen)
Height: 6’ 2”, tall and slender
Affiliation: Former RBN (Russian Business Network) syndicate consultant
Relationship to Sen7inel: Past Employer and Mentor, Ex
Tag: npc; blackr00t
#~: Skills
Operates in the deep exploit trade: zero-days, firmware corruption, supply chain infection.
Her domain of influence is in supply chain infiltration, BIOS rootkits, focus on assembly line controlware.
Where Sen7inel claws her way from the outside in, Blackr00t rots a system from the roots before it’s shipped from the manufacturing plant. Irina is patient and plays the long game, waiting for her trap to be sprung before making her next move.
“Still punching firewalls with your teeth, детка? How exhausting.”
#~: Personality & Traits
Older, wiser, seasoned — but untouched by regret.
Dangerous, but never loud. Waits for the right opportunity to strike.
Seductive in a way that’s calculated — near everything she says is bait.
Never angry. Always amused.
Treats hacking like sorcery: slow, deliberate, ritualistic.
Believes control is about patience and knowing more than the person who thinks they’re winning.
She’s survived governments, syndicates, and men who thought she was pretty but never looked at what she was typing on her keyboard.
#~: Visual
Faceclaim: Natasha O’Keefe
Style: Slavic gothic elegance. Long black turtlenecks, leather gloves, sleek trench coats. Wears rings and necklaces with encrypted microdrives hidden in them. A bracelet Sen7inel once made her from old computer parts.
Hair/Eyes: Jet-black hair often combed back, eyes dark, cold and knowing.
Vocals: Voice like velvet over broken glass — soft, flirtatious, always testing. Heavy Russian accent.
Smokes clove cigarettes in places whether or not she’s allowed to.
#~: Background
Birth / Early Life:
Born in Leningrad in the years leading up to the Soviet collapse. Her father was an engineer at a defense contractor. Her mother a teacher. Post-collapse, family plunged into economic chaos. Black market tech and corruption were everywhere.
Irina learned assembly and low-level systems by tinkering with discarded Soviet hardware. Grew up in an environment where everyone hustled to survive.
Young Adulthood:
Attended St. Petersburg State University (computer science / electrical engineering). Was Recruited in her early 20s by the Russian Business Network (RBN). Quickly became one of their best firmware/rootkit experts. Earned nickname “Чёрный Корень” (“Blackroot”) because her code would “grow unseen” into a system’s foundation until the whole structure rotted at her command. RBN collapsed under government and international pressure. Many leaders fled, were arrested, or flipped. Irina, unwilling to let her operation go, went underground.
Criminal Career:
Irina survived by freelancing in the low-level exploit trade. She specialized in supply-chain compromises: she bribed factory workers, slipped poisoned chips into routers, compromised BIOS at OEM level. Traveled where she needed to for the job, including the USA.
Met Sen7inel (Sen would be early-mid 20s) while attempting to establish a foothold on USA-based manufacturers and hired the young hacker initially as a mule to run stolen prototypes to secure drop points. She saw Sen7inel like a younger, louder version of herself — with better reflexes, but worse patience. Even mentored her in hacking concepts and the secret trade. Maybe even adored her.
Lines blurred.
They swapped code and shared a bed, but never trust — not fully. Much of their relationship was transactional. Until Irina, seeing the potential, tried to bring Sen7inel into her fold as her right-hand. Almost tricked her on a plane back to Russia. But the Coyote bit back. Violently.
—That was the last time they saw each other.
Irina returned to Russia, seemingly unperturbed. Built a small crew of loyalists — other ex-RBN hackers, disillusioned engineers, and cyber mercenaries.
She’s positioned herself as an access broker with access to things nobody else could touch. Instead of fighting for scraps, she quietly consolidated her control and talent into a new syndicate.
Current Day:
Irina runs her syndicate named ‘Корневая Сеть’ (Root Network) from deep within Russia. It’s structured in decentralized cells, but with her as the overseer. She maintains loyalty through a mix of profit-sharing, fear, and mystique. She’s become known for long games: infiltrating not just systems, but corporations, governments, even NGOs at the supply-chain level. She operates at a state-level threat actor — profiting off her exploits while targeting Russias enemies/competition. She has direct ties to both Russian cybercrime circles and intelligence services — but plays them off each other to stay independent. Still has an underlying loyalty to her motherland.
While she is no longer the one to be hands on — she lets others do that for her now — Blackr00t will not hesitate to make an appearance if she chooses to, be it to close a deal, recruit new talent, or issue judgement.
🚻 do you ever miss your kids? They're all grown up and stuff, sure. But you can't help worrying, can you? ((Can it be for both?)
Dione: All the time; it’s like an ache in my heart that won’t really go away...
Io: I miss him more everyday. He’s out there protecting the universe and whatnot, which is good I guess, but of course we both are always worried about him. I still ask myself a lot if he ever really considered what he was getting himself into.
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Luminald: Of course I do. Considering she left us with only a note before she ran away, I am extremely worried. What if she is caught up in something dangerous? So many things could have happened... It is hard to remember sometimes that she is an adult by this time.
Inidium: I still have been trying to figure out where she has gone. Even if she is an adult, I can not sit around not knowing what has happened to her. I... I miss her too much to not know.
