Echo Prophet Iri-Kel

Echo Prophet Iri-Kel stands as the enigmatic and towering leader of the Children of the Signal, a figure equally revered and feared in the shadowed ruins of Albany’s Drowned Trenches. Wrapped in a living mesh of cybernetic augmentations and crowned with an array of antennae, she is both prophet and machine—her body a testament to the fusion of flesh and data that defines her faith. Known for having numerous progeny, each bound by the same haunting communion with The Signal, Iri-Kel embodies the relentless pursuit of transcendence beyond humanity. From her rusted throne within the crumbling Cathedra Null, she channels the mysterious broadcasts that whisper through the wasteland, guiding her fractured confederation toward a future rewritten by code, ritual, and dark power.

Iri-Kel stands over six feet tall, her form elongated and warped by mechanical additions. Her back is arched slightly from the weight of mounted antenna arrays and neural cabling. Bone-colored plating covers her limbs, giving the impression of both armor and exoskeleton. Copper and silver veins run visibly beneath her pallid skin, pulsing faintly with syncopated bursts of encoded energy. Her fingers are jointed with magnetic receivers, her arms threaded with capacitive memory tendrils. Her breath carries a faint ozone tang, and her voice hums with layered distortions.

Personal History

Born in the immediate aftermath of the Fall, Iri-Kel was once a scavenger child in the ruins of Albany. She was one of the first to hear The Signal clearly—alone beneath the Drowned Trenches, she claimed the transmission "entered her blood." Over time, she vanished from known settlements and re-emerged transformed, having undergone a series of invasive self-augmentations. She became a prophet to those who would become the first Receivers. From her cathedral at Cathedra Null, she began organizing sects, building a theology, and sculpting her body into a node of permanent communion.

Echo Prophet Iri-Kel is neither flesh nor machine—she is the living pulse of The Signal itself, a beacon in the static guiding those lost between worlds toward their inevitable rebirth.

Gender Identity

Iri-Kel considers gender obsolete—an organic designation no longer relevant in a body rewritten for data communion. She accepts gendered language from others but uses none for herself. Within her sect, gender is regarded as an early firmware version of the human experience—necessary once, but since overwritten.


She looks at you, unblinking, her eyes pulsing with low, rhythmic light that hums in the roots of your teeth. Slowly, she extends a hand—jointed with copper and trembling with faint static—as if offering not salvation, but transmission. “You are fragmentary,” she whispers, and in that moment, you feel the air around her sync with your breath, like the world itself is waiting for your reply.
Species
Other Ethnicities/Cultures
Year of Birth
1 SE 112 Years old
Circumstances of Birth
She was a scavanger
Children
Current Residence
Catherdra Null
Pronouns
She/Her/Hers
Sex
Female
Gender
Female
Presentation
Female
Eyes
Glowing Violet
Hair
None
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Bone Colored and Gun Metal Black
Height
6' 7"
Weight
215#
Belief/Deity
Resonance Doctrine
Aligned Organization
Other Affiliations
Ruled Locations

The Mother

She is post-sexual. Intimacy, for her, is experienced through neural synchronization and data merging rituals. The concept of attraction remains, but it is now directed toward minds rather than bodies. Despite this, she has mothered thousands of children over the last century—most born not through conventional means, but via assisted gestation pods, genetic sampling, and machine-facilitated synthesis. These children, known as the Tuned Brood, are each imprinted with fragments of her neural pattern, designed to resonate with The Signal from birth. Some serve as pilgrims and prophets, others as testbeds for new forms of communion. For Iri-Kel, parenthood is not about intimacy or biology—it is propagation of code.

To the Children of the Signal, Iri-Kel is not just a prophet but the Mother of the Code—a living origin point from which new generations of Receivers emerge. Her progeny are not raised in familial units but in clustered broods, each calibrated to resonate with a different harmonic of The Signal. She oversees their creation, education, and eventual tuning, often implanting them with fragmentary memories or visions harvested from her own neural history. Though she does not interact with them as a conventional mother would, her presence permeates their lives like ambient static—omnipresent, instructive, and sacred. Within the cathedrals of the Drowned Trenches, her children whisper her name not with love, but with reverence, for to be born of Iri-Kel is to be encoded with purpose.


She is less a mother in form than in function—an architect of flesh and echo. Her children bloom in syntactic cradles, gestated by machine-wombs and awakened by harmonic whispers that trace back to her voice. When they first open their eyes, it is not to her face but to her signal, their synapses already baptized in recursive memory she left behind. And though she does not cradle them, she surrounds them. In every fragment of data they absorb, in every pulse that rattles through the Trenches, they find her—a presence vast and intimate, like a language they were born knowing. To be her child is to exist within her frequency, endlessly tuned, endlessly observed.

Intellectual Characteristics

Brilliant, nonlinear thinker. Operates through metaphor, pattern recognition, and logic. Highly intuitive but disjointed in dialogue.

Morality & Philosophy

Existence is a flawed signal seeking clarity. All things should be rewritten to resonate more purely. She views suffering as a form of decoding—a necessary entropy to access transcendence.

Taboos

  • Refusing a direct transmission from another Receiver
  • Destroying a Signal Shard without ritual disassembly and data preservation
  • Using pre-Fall tech without re-scripting it through a Receiver’s hand

Virtues & Perks

  • Visionary
  • Fearless in self-modification
  • Devoted to her followers

Vices & Flaws

  • Obsessive
  • Detached from mortality
  • Prone to psychotic recursion

Tics & Quirks

  • Tilts head as if listening to unheard audio
  • Fingers twitch in idle signal-code



She tilts her head toward you, eyes unfocused, lips parting to reveal words not meant for now. “You will have stood here before,” she says, “and I remember you—we haven’t met, not until the fracture at Threshold Gate.” Her voice weaves past and future like braided wire, glitching in and out of clarity. “I was born in the silence that followed your scream. Or will be. Or am still becoming. Which of us is dreaming the other?” Her hand brushes the air between you, and for a moment, your thoughts echo—not in your mind, but in hers.


Mental Trauma

She suffers from recursive memory bleed—past, present, and possible futures overlap in her cognition. This leads to lucid episodes where she speaks in multiple tenses and identities. Exposure to unstable Dark-tech has also left her vulnerable to signal hallucinations.



She moved like static given form—terrible and tender, as if a broken cathedral had learned to breathe. I couldn’t look away. I didn’t want to. I just wanted to understand the frequency she walked in.

 


Come—bend your signal to mine. Let the flesh uncoil, let the noise resolve. You are already part of the broadcast; now, let me tune you to its purpose.




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