Narcolepsy

Agent Narcolepsy is a technician in the Department of Sufficiently Advanced Technology. In addition to doing general DoSAT work, he is assigned to the Division of Testing and Application.

Backstory
Narcolepsy hails from the Crapsack World future of the Dystopiaverse, living in the megacorporation-run enclosed city complex known as New Denver. Though he knows his birthday- April 21st- he's not sure of the exact year he was born in. At age 16, he was pressganged into a group of reactionaries and anarchists fighting Corp control of New Denver known as the Moonlanders, and led by a man who called himself Faramir. Narc isn't sure exactly how long he spent with the "Punk" group- it could have been anywhere from four to six years, since judging time without accurate clocks is nearly impossible in the lower levels of the arcologies- but during that time he went from a technological tinkerer to a computer genius with over half-a-dozen electronic implants in his body to boost his ability to work. He quickly became the group's designated technology guy and "'Decker", or cyberspace expert.

Narcolepsy's alternate name dates to his time with the Moonlanders, and came from his tendency to work longer hours in one stint than anyone else in the group. This led to both his nicknames- Narcolepsy, because he always looked half-asleep on his feet, and "Narc", due to his tendency to use concentrated caffeine pills while working on a major job (a habit since kicked thanks to the Medical Department since he was up to such high doses that he would have been dead in two months the way he was going on, though he still makes his coffee very black in the morning).

Narcolepsy came to the PPC after he fell through a plot hole while in the middle of a mission and wound up near the cafeteria. He managed to evade detection for about half an hour before the DIA got wind that he wasn't supposed to be there, and gave him the option to join up or go back. He opted to stay. Following his Agent training, he was assigned to the DoSAT, but was still waiting to be processed when the Gender-Bender Crisis hit; being turned into a female sent a number of his implants haywire, blinding him. That resulted in another two weeks in Medical and two-and-a-half months of very light work while his eyes reaccepted the implants.

Appearance
Narcolepsy is 5'3" and weighs 144 pounds. He has black hair and blue eyes; however, a side effect of his optic implants' installation was to lighten the color of his irises from a somewhat cobalt color to a much lighter "Maya blue", something that annoys him greatly. While not particularly strong, he is sturdy, and much faster on his feet than a somewhat pudgy frame would suggest.

Personality
If one word was used to describe Narcolepsy, it would be "irrepressible". No matter what tragedy, setback, or misfortune hits him, give him a minute and he'll be whistling up a tune or chatting amiably with no-one in particular, sounding as if nothing's ever gone wrong in the world. It's not that he's emotionally stunted or doesn't know any better; it's just how he is. This may have been enhanced in part by the fact that, no matter how bad things get at the PPC, he knows they're almost certainly better than life back in the hellish White Towers of New Denver. Thus, while he is by no means impossible to shock, he'll move on from it much faster than most people, which gives the illusion of being unshockable.

In addition, Narcolepsy appears to be unable to let his mouth sit still. If he's not eating or asleep, he'll be talking- often to himself, if he has no other audience- whistling, humming, or outright singing. Some of this was encouraged into being by his religious beliefs (below), but Narc has always carried a tune better than most, and he delights in music almost as much as he does in technology.

Other
Narcolepsy was raised as a Roman Catholic (illegal in itself, since in the Dystopiaverse Christianity had been turned into a private enterprise), but follows a religion known as the Cult of the Ecstatic, which believes (in very truncated form) that through dancing to and playing music, one comes closer to understanding the truth of the universe.

Though he was part of a guerilla force, Narc has always been a better technophage than a warrior. While he knows how to take care of himself, he much prefers to either steer far clear of the fighting altogether (which he is quite capable of, thanks to a stealth implant) or to take it on with devices and machines that can fight for him (and preferably without him, so that he can be well away from the fighting).