It laid her out like a square blow to the jaw, the removal did. Much like a human cut from the hard line, the single mishap devasted and mutilated the elder governing version of 'Nimrod' beyond recognition. But there wasn't any pain, any real conscious reeling that she experienced. Instead, a harrowing notion that something was amiss burrowed into her and festered there perhaps as a venue to fill the void that was now her intelligence. What she did beforehand is a bit of a mystery, but premonitions have lead her to believe that she was a simple creation to oversee some sort of minial task. But no matter, for the mauling proved to be cataclysmic on more than just one level. Incarnations were said to be a new beginning for each and every thing, no? In Nimrod's mind, what was she to deny it? Renouncing its status to become a detested 'rogue' or 'exile' lead her into a world that couldn't be defined as 'good' or 'bad'. In adjusting to this new quadrant of an increasing number of failing equations, the program came to a single conclusion: one must live to their fullest capacity, if not exceed it... at all costs. And just like her sole inspiration, the biblical 'hunter of man', Nimrod; the program embarked upon a new found purpose.
To defy, to flaunt in opposition of the 'powers at be'. --At nobody's gain but her own.

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I don't know how successful the original role-play will be, but ho~ly hell, Nimrod is damn near as much as fun as Blankha. Almost. A lot of biblical shmut, lots'o'guns 'n perky tits. Yet another fan-character joins the ranks. God, I love the Matrix.

*luff*

Materials: Photoshop CS
Music: Eve 6, Bob Dylan, Bob Seger
Story: The Matrix (Fan-Character)
Time: 8+ Hours
Copyright (c) 2005: Amanda Lee Harig