Lain Iwakura

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"@̏͐[ͦͣ͒=̈́̈́̍̑͐͆ḡ͛̂3͑̉͗̽,ͦͫ̽͛ͭ8d̅ͤ]͌\̂&̆ͣ̈ͩf̔͛̔bḃ̒̀͌̆̿ͮ=ͯ͑ͦ͒̆̏̈-͂qͯ̈̔̚]/̔hk̾ͬ͂͐ͣ%̃f̈́͂͒̃g̈́̅̍ͨ"
Full Name: "@̏͐[ͦͣ͒=̈́̈́̍̑͐͆ḡ͛̂3͑̉͗̽,ͦͫ̽͛ͭ8d̅ͤ]͌\̂&̆ͣ̈ͩf̔͛̔bḃ̒̀͌̆̿ͮ=ͯ͑ͦ͒̆̏̈-͂qͯ̈̔̚]/̔hk̾ͬ͂͐ͣ%̃f̈́͂͒̃g̈́̅̍ͨ"

Series: Serial Experiments Lain
Class: G̜̰̣ͅl͔̙it̻͍̠͓̥͉̰c͕h
Threat Level: Cosmic Force
Alignment: Neutral
Gender: female
Species: human?
Age: 13
Birthdate: ?̜͖̘͂͋̀ͥ͐ͭ́?̗̦͉̦͐͌ͅ?̜̭͔̣͡?͎̪̯̓ͤ̚
Height: 5'1"
Weight: 99.2 lbs.

Short Description: The mysterious 'god' of Twisted.

"@̏͐[ͦͣ͒=̈́̈́̍̑͐͆ḡ͛̂3͑̉͗̽,ͦͫ̽͛ͭ8d̅ͤ]͌\̂&̆ͣ̈ͩf̔͛̔bḃ̒̀͌̆̿ͮ=ͯ͑ͦ͒̆̏̈-͂qͯ̈̔̚]/̔hk̾ͬ͂͐ͣ%̃f̈́͂͒̃g̈́̅̍ͨ"
Before you stands a young maiden with reddish-brown hair cut in a sloppy bowl-cut save for a long strand of bound hair that comes down along the right-hand side of her face to a point just past her shoulder. Her skin is a bright white that seems to radiate its own light. A long coat-like dress covers her from neck down to the floor made of some dark purple material and trimmed in a light purple that glows, reflecting off of the darker material to make the girl seem to radiate a violet aura. The sleeves of her dress don't connect to the rest of the outfit yet somehow cover most of her arm from just below her shoulders to her wrists. Across her chest a reflective piece of material, similar to an X-shaped vest, hangs from her shoulders. If one should see her feet, they'd be barefoot. Despite her appearance the girl seems normal, but looking into her eyes is like staring at the wrong side of a computer monitor. Specks of light and computer code seem to fall backwards into infinity as they randomly scroll across her iris. Wͩͪ̃ͣ̇̇͂h̅̀̍̾ǎ͊ͦt͒ͫ̂̏͒͛͗ ̓i̐͒̋̏s̀̎͑̎͐ ͯ̉s̀̑ͧ͊h̒eͤ̏̌͂ͤͮ̐?

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"@̏͐[ͦͣ͒=̈́̈́̍̑͐͆ḡ͛̂3͑̉͗̽,ͦͫ̽͛ͭ8d̅ͤ]͌\̂&̆ͣ̈ͩf̔͛̔bḃ̒̀͌̆̿ͮ=ͯ͑ͦ͒̆̏̈-͂qͯ̈̔̚]/̔hk̾ͬ͂͐ͣ%̃f̈́͂͒̃g̈́̅̍ͨ"
For every event, there is first a prophecy. An event first comes into existence when there is a prophecy. History is not merely a linear collection of points that we pass through on a timeline. They are connected by a line. No, perhaps it is more accurate to say that they are made to connect. It’s reasonable to see the Wired as an upper layer of the real world. In other words, physical reality is nothing but a hologram. This is because the body-- the activity of the human brain-- is merely a physical phenomenon caused by synapses delivering electrical impulses. The body exists only to verify one’s own existence. It may be that what flows through the Wired isn’t merely electrical information. If we assume that it was the development of electricity and phones that brought about the formation of the Wired, then I have to wonder if another world was created at that moment. Here in the real world, God exists only as a concept. But in the Wired, there may be a sort of Deus-like embodiment. I don’t know whether or not it should be called a God. but at the very least, I think it has the same kind of power that is written of in myths. It’s possible that the Deus of the Wire may already have enough power to affect the real world in some instances. Yes… In the form of prophecy.

F́U̫̫̩ͣ̇͒L̥͕͓̟̞̓̈́ͦͪ͂L͛FI̪̗̓̐̈̏L̟̤̦͈͍ͫ̓̅̿̔̈́ͪL̪̈ͯ̄ͯ̈́ ̯̜̝͍̠̩̋͑͐ͪͧT̯̀ͥH͕͎̻̞͓̩͕̃̉̓͆͗̓̈́E̯͈̳̻͖ͬ͊̿ͮ̅ͯ̂ ͗́̐ͤͥ͑P̠͇̠̪͓̙ͬͥ̈́Ř̙̦̫̱͓̪ͪO̫̬̺͔̫̖̼̍̏̈ͯ͒ͥ̚P̘̯͖̥̠͙͈̊͌̀ͣ̀H̱̃̔̚Ȇ̻͎͈̬̰͍̅̎́͌ͣC̲̻̈̐̊Ý̭̭̫̝̠͆͆̒́ ̹̰̥̬̙͔̝͆̈́̅̈́F̝̪̞̯̞͍ͯͩͣͪṴ̮͈͍̦̙̎͑ͩ̌̊ͅĹ̮̮̦Ḻ̥͓F̈̌̏̾Ȋ͕̝͎̞ͦ̓ͅLͮ͋ͩ̈L̔ͫ̽ ̫ͦͭ́Tͦͤ̎ͯ͊ͤH̲̆̊ͯͯ̏E͖ͭ̌̿̿ ͉̱̟̊P̥̻̼͂͌̆R͔͕̥̺̈́͂̉̈O̩̼͇̟̣͇͉ͨ͋̔̚P̯̰ͨ̂H̳̹̺ͥ̅̂ͥ̒E̗͇̪͕̪̥̾C̥ͭ̇̊Y̪̣͚̮̟̞̲͐̂ͯ̅ͥ͐ ͇͍͍͈̺̋͋̀͛F̱̹͙̦̫ͥ̊͒̒̋͑Ǔ͉̰͉̹͕̞͐̓̀̚L̺̩̹̥̪͛͗ͧ̇̓L̙̯̟̮͉̤̻͆̃ͪ͒́Ḟ̦͍̪͇̘ͤ͋ͣ͑I͂̆̊̇̒LL̬̜̜͎̩̻̅ ͔̪͍̫̲̫̥͊̾̈̈́ͬ̂̍Ṱ͖̔H̩̓͒͗̎̅E̯̦̗̻̺ͧ̓̓ ͇̞̜̜̤̓͊ͩ͑P̻͙̝̗͐́̋͒ͮR̹̦̩̩O̽̑̓̈ͩP͇̹ͮͬ̚H̤͉̫͕̙̭̩͂̌ͨ̈́̐͑ͥE̖͔̩͈̦̮͍̋ͣ̀̄̅C̪͊Y̞̭͉͚̦͕͐͊̍ͯ̏ ̻̗̩͚͚̬̀̇F͚̲͕̝Ṵ̒̅͛̄ͦ̓L̊̏̉̅L͕̓ͦ̓̇ͅFͧ͂̍͐̽I̟͂͒͋L̗̻͙̮͙͎͓̅̄L͍̪͔͎͋ͦ̃ ̿͛ͅT̓̔͆̌H́̓ͪ̓̅͆Eͩ̆͗̇̋͋͛ ̻͇̘͙̪̟̿͛͌̂P̜̪̦͓̻̭̙̆Ŕ͖ͫO̳̥̮̲̯̪̤ͨP̘͔ͦH̤̥̐̏Ȇ̠͓̰̖̎ͣ̃̐̐̓C̩͉͎̻̝̠̈̔ͩ͛͆͆Y͒ ͔͉̭͍͙̞͚́̉̇̆F͙̠̱̹̞̊̋̓̈U͓̱͔̦͖ͪ̑̉͂̈͗L̰̭ͬ̃́̾̄͆̚ͅͅL̯̞̮̘͎̾̓ͬF̝̖̹̱͍͉͎̏̿̅̇̂̏I̞̟ͦ̑ͯL̰̲̯̩̠̼̠͂L͐̓ ͙̿̔T̲̦͚̭̦̗ͮ͂̃̊H͔̓̌̇͌̄ͧE̹͖ͫͤ̔ͧ ͉̖̞̋ͨ̎͛P͚̣̥͙̙̦̗͛̇ͦͥR͎̮̝̓͑ͨ́ͪO̳͉̠̱̹̙̟P͍̻͓̈́̇͐H̠Ë̠͇͚̳̰̼́ͫ̈́̔̒̌C̭̀̃ͯ͒Y̘̞̲͓͎̌ͤͦͩ̓͂ͫ ̹̼Ḟ̖̬̓͆͑̚̚U͗L̞̣͖͑̄̀ͮ̄ͅL͓̝͛ͨF͓̫̯̼ͦͅÌL̪͙̞͍̯̦̻͐ͭͤͦͤͤL̗͎̆ ̟͌ͫ͑ͧ͌̂TH͎̱̲̩̦̺ͯͫͫ̌E̖̻̘ͤ ̠̜̪̯̬̒P̖̺̮̭ͮ̆R̲̐ͦ̉̍̌͛O̩̦͗ͮ̇̏ͣP͙̣͇̬̯̆̽͌̏H̲̩͆͛̇̈ͬ̒Ẹ̬̼̯̲̏͐C̱̭̭̘͚͚̉͐Y̊ͦͣ̋ͥ̏ ̞ͫ̓F̰̜͙̲̲̻͑̃UL̺͌͗ͬ̐̽L̳̩̪̞̝͕̖͛F̩͉̘̘I̹͒ͯ̂̅ͬͨL͓͈̼L͚̣̝̼̳̲ͪ̈ͦ̈̂ ̥͖̝̰̠̈́̽̾ͤT̥͔̅ͬͬ̐ͯ̽ͬḢ̟̆͑̋͌E̲͍͗̑ͧͬͫ̚ ̅̊̀̊͒ͫ̐P̣̰͓̟͉̿R̜̠͕̹͍̙̹ͩ͌̾ͤ̃Ŏ͈̫̬͉̮̤̆ͅP͓̂̇͗̐͌ͫH͓̹̒͆ͩ͊̐͐͂E̺̞͍ͧ̾ͩ̓̔̾C̬͒ͨY̮̙̫͙̤̑ ͇̖̰̩̤͍F͕̹͕̺̯̮͍ͥ̃̀͗U͇̫̥͙̻͖̿ͯ̋͌̅̋Ḷ̐͒̌͂L̠̥͔͈̞̞̒̀̓ͤ̇ͦF͕̜ͧ́I͈̰̜̫̣̘ͧḺ̗̳̝̦̺̞L͚̺ͦ̏̈ͭ̓̈ ̿T̮̜̟̘ͪ̏̾ͮH̲̩̤̫È̯̉̔̽̑ͨ ̘̓̎ͮ̇̾̑̒P̟̪̻̖̝̖̈̍̂͂͑̽R͖̙̼̱ͬͥͥ̽̀͆O͔̦̫̠̘͉͋ͬ̄̐P͖̽͒ͨHͧͣͮͦ̄̇̾E̳̺͉̱̘̩͛̍̓͋ͥͦ̑ͅČ̦͍̎̚Y̦͚͚̝̽ ̹̘͉F̤͕̹̣͎̿̆U͍̪͛͛L̰̣̘̿̃̿L̦̯̞̰͓̲̃͆F͈̣͈̦͉͆͒ͨͅİ͉͙L̰L͓̮̬̬͖̂ ̠̈́̍T̓͊ͦ͑H̭͔̙̰̥͉͒̆ͯ͛E͗̏̍̈́̍̉̿ ̲̼̙̬͚͈ͮ͒P͍̠̺͎͉͔̒́̓̌̓R̄O̥̠P̩̺̹̱̬̅̒ͣ̔̍ͨH͔̻̮̪̖̖ͬͧ̅ͯ͂̉̽E͕ͪ̋ͩ͋̈́͐͂C̩ͨY̱̜͓̻̝̯̰ͫͦ͐̾ ̜͎͍̫̳͇F͎͎̽̏̑ͧU̟̦̤̳̻̰͍̿̋̈́͌̎ͭͭL̦̗̜̾͐͒L͌̓̂̂ͨ̋F̟͆I̜͔̟̠̾ͪ͛̓͊ͫͅL̩̩̹̯̬̘Lͯͧ̂̌ͨ ̋̄̐́͒T͓͍͐Ĥ̪̰̳̂E̝͛ͥ͋ͬͪ ̞̭̻̭̳͑P͉͉̱̜̮̩̪̉͋͊̓͋R͙̊̊͐̆̍̄͋ͅO̝͉͌̌̿̋͛ͅP̖͚͖̝͇̭H͈̼̻̞̜͚̩̉͊ͨ̆É̦̙͙̯͔͇͛͒C͙̖̳̩̪̊͒͑Y͓͙ͫͧͥ ̤̘̻ͣF̼͖̤͇ͬͅU̠̭̜̜͔͂̋̂̌L͓̺̮̟̺̦̠̉̐̋̚L̼̫̗̈́͌̅ͪ͌̄̐F͓̳̠̟́͋͐͂͋̇̈I̦̳̗̖̞ͤ̑͆ͫͯ̒ͅL̮͓̫̠̈̎ͪ͊L͙̗̖̗̮̮̉ͨ̇̑̉ͦͨ ̙̠T̮̫͎̯̬ͮ̂̏͐̑̍H̦͕̞͚̜̰̟̾ͮ̍͛E̗͇͓̰̤̿͗ͮͯ̒̓̋ͅ ̰̈́P͕̖͕̹͊ͯ̿͑̚R̰̜̍̀ͭͯͥ̽ͅO͓̣̩͔̮̱͈ͦ̏ͯ̈̇̋P͕̞͚ͮ͊ͭȞ̹̪͙̭E͙̔̓̈̄C̫͖̠̪ͩ͒Yͪ̉̈́͌̓́͛ ̼̳͖̟̫̘̏ͣ͐̈F̘̦̜̖̗̦̳ͬ̂̿Ṷ̤̳̗̋̑͂ͥL͕͓͇ͨͧL͕̩͉̖͔͉̒ͦF̹̩̭Í̙̯͔̟͎͉̠ͮ̏̒ͪͨL͎͖̖͎̹̮ͨĽ͇̬̼̞͚͔̣̇̔̚ ̥ͭ̅̍͊T͚̂̽́H̪͛͛ͥ̈̊ͩͅÊ̩̠̲̫̯̒̑ͬͦ ͒ͥ̃͛̅͋ͩP̠ͨ̽ͦ͗͂̌ͤR̭̠̤̥ͮͥ̏O̼̥̖̮̙̞̾̐̊͛̓̈́P͔̦̮͑̾Hͮ̀̍E̬̱̯̠̟͎ͦͩ̿̔̀̾C͇͓͚̣̦Y̺͎͚͂ ͎̻̦͍̣̤̼ͣFU̦̖͚͓̘̻̟ͣ̆ͦ̈ͦ̎̃Ḻ̫̭̝̻̈́̚L̖͉̭̫̈̒͒̈F͛I̹̜̰̣̜ͩ̄L̓̿̀Ḽ̞͔̳ͯ͑̅̋̾ ̩͖̺͉̗̤͌̅̌͐ͥT͇̯͉̲͚͌ͨ̑̾H͚̅ͬ̍̔͆ͥE͚͒̉ ̽P͎̻͂̅ͣ͐͐R̤͇͖̟ͮ͊̒̿O̞̞̯̯̻P̱͉̖̐̃ͥ͐̚H̻̝͍̮̲̹E͎̠͓̰̹̳̋̀̐̇̆̔C̱̤̪͇͔̃̇͑ͅY̙͔̺̟̐͋̎ ͥF̳͍͚̦̰͔ͭU͇͕͍̦̣͉̲L̓ͭL̺͖͎͉͇̙̟̒͐ͮ͋ͫ̃F̲̱̦͖ͪ̐̅ͭ͑Î͇͕̮̱͚̳̱̔̀̇̄̒̋L͉͓Ḽ̰̣̔̍͌͐͒͂ ͓̰̖̞̣̙ͤ̑͆ͨT͙͎̪̑̋̇̐ͅͅH̖͌͐E̅̽͌ͣ ͖̯ͦ͒̿P̖̤̌R̝̝̜̭̗̈́͐̉̋̌̓ͯO̙̽P̦H̺̯ͪ̂E̳͕̭̤̜̩ͫ̚C̟̩̽̓̐̈́Yͮ͗̄̉̽ ̯̲̫̄̐ͤ̔ͦF̩͍͚̟͆͆̅U̮̻̙̖͈̱̺L͚̪̂L̼̜̭̇ͥ̃͛̐ͮ̒F͚̼͚̯̱͑̒ͩ̒ͫ̇I̞̅ͭ͗ͥ̌ͪ́Ľ̫͎̭͕͈͖ͬ͛ͅL̹̺ͣͯ̍̏̍̿̂ ̱̘̖͎̫ͯ͐ͪṬH̗̞̫͖͎̬ͨ̾Ê̗̬̭͉̺̙̇ ͎̦ͤ̅ͣP̭̋RÔ͎̠̫ͥ̋ͨͯ̔̄P͈͎̩̮ͥH͓͇͇͈̭̺ͥ̓͊ͅĖ͂̓ͬ̂C̄̓ͅY͎̰̜̞͑ ͚̮̭͒̄̀F̩̱̱͆ͯ̐ͩ̒̑͑U̐̋͂̿̔L̜ͯL̼̫̟̠̬̝̄̇̋̾̅F̖͌̃̚Iͤͪ͒̋͋͂̇L͚̠̩̯̥̄̍̽̎ͫ̓̔L̜̝̤͙̪̰̂̋̍̋ ̳̙̤̮̔̆̑͒̍̀̀T͇̻̞̹̗͇̼HE̻̰͖̭̱̳ͦͦ̿̊ͮ͌ͬ ̭̒ͮͣ̽̓͛̋Pͯ̅̅̿͊R̹͍̊̉Ō̺̣̱̜̝P͙̼̳ͦ̅̌ͬ̚H͚̖̮̭̥̝̻͒͛̿̿̀ͬ́Ḛ̉͂ͣCͫ͆Y͓͇̦̫̗͈̰̾ͪ͒̌ͫ ̹̹̮̾͒̉ͤF̰͌̔̚Ū͉̾ͦ̌́L̔̆ͥ̓ͧ͌L͇̝͖͎̹̔Fͮ̎̽̆̊ͨI̜̪̤̅̊̿ͭ̚L̮͐̅Ḻ̼͓̂̂̉̐ͤͮͅ ̩ͨͣ̇̿͆̄T̋̔Ḧ̞͇̩͕̗͈̬̽ͤͨE͓̮̍͛̉͊̚ͅ ͍̗̪̘͎͖̣P̭̔ͦR̜͔ͬ͒ͨ̃̐̉Ȍ͚̮ͧ͑P͆H̖̥E̞̤̤ͯ̌C͋̃Y̭͔͍̑



Background

Lain is the thing that should not be. A character that should not be played, yet she exists and she's there. She is the embodiment of our staff and is rarely seen and should rarely be seen. Please don't go looking for her. Y̘̖͓o̟̟̞̻̰͔u͔̻̯̣̗ ̼͈̯̲̱͇͖w̖̣̼o̤̝n̯'̞̤̰ͅt͈ ̥͙̠̫̞̰f̼͙̰̘̼̜i͇̼n̜̟̩̙̥d ͔̗̝͉͖̼͔ḫ̮͉͕͈e̮͔͇ͅṟ̮̹̣. Where did she come from? Why is she here? These are questions better left unanswered for now.

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