#tron virus oc

[corruptedcodelines]

He managed a small hum, instinctually pulling his hood down a bit more to hide his face.

"I... understand. It is... a time... of change... it seems..."

Memory files tried to force their way to the front of his processes, trying to remind him of just how he had ended up here...

Of just who exactly had offloaded him to that Drive...

Ark was on the hunt. Using every skill she had as a System Monitor and a Renegade, she had been working hard to track a program without the program knowing that she was there. Unfortunately, that meant that she had to hang back further than she'd like to, but it was the safest option right now, until she got a better understanding of the situation. If she was correct, this program had a chance to be Tron, which meant she had to be on her best game to stay out of his notice.

This was a risk he shouldn't be taking right now.

He kept his head down as he wove his way through the crowds, his helmet rezzed only over the bottom of his face to keep programs from recognizing either of his appearances. He didn't want to draw undue attention as... either... of his faces.

Well... one was hos face anyway.

He kept his senses flowing through the Grid with every step, his eyes sharp as he tried to find any trace of the being that had been haunting this sector. If his information was correct... they could have another virus problem... if not... well then the worst that could happen would just be a random program having a laugh-

He felt his code shift unsettlingly, his steps stumbling for a moment as his processes slowed by just a nano.

Following. Behind. Careful.

He frowned to himself, continuing on his way down the populated street as he casually looked around. This place wasn't extremely popular by his standard... but it was still hosting twenty or so programs all going about their lives. Nothing... quite out of the ordinary just yet.

Suspicious...

He clenched his teeth, glaring down at his shadow.

You stated that before... and there was no one within a twenty click radius.

Silence for a long moment.

Female. Blue circuits. Blackguard Walk. Following.

He shouldered past a group of young programs gathering at one of the energy bars, their voices loud enough to almost drown out the voice in his head as he shielded his eyes against the lights. He stretched out his senses again to the Grid, closing out the bustle and digital noise of the Common Finctions to hone in on anything brighter.

[thelastomnitect]

Hey folks! So, I'm thinking of drawing Gentry Dolaan in a spoopy Halloween theme for the lulz this year, and Im kinda torn between 3 Major concepts. So, I WANT YOUR VOTE! So, the 3 ideas are as follows: 1- DIGITAL NIGHTMARE GENTRY

Sort of a Glitched out TRON aesthetic. Very viral-glitch coded. Just a spoopy digital geist, infohazard, SCP-esque kinda vibe!

2- BUG HUNT GENTRY

This was a thing Ive wanted to do for a while, anyhow! Very much inspired by the amazing art of @therightrighthand's BUG HUNT / HELLHUNT DELANY (click on the titles to see them), I figure this would be halfway between a slasher kinda character, with a Termanid-themed vibe. Sorta like a Helldiver version of a Guyver, or a Predator. Something Primal and terrifying.

3- BLACK HOLE / CULT OF MERIDIAN GENTRY

If Digital Nightmare Gentry is my throwback to Tron and glitchy horror aesthetic, and Bug Hunt is my love for body horror and primal fear, then this version is my take COSMIC HORROR. Inspired by the dreadful cults of DEAD SPACE, Event Horizon and the existential horror of black holes, I kind like the idea of a cthulian style Gentry. Might throw some Darkstar aesthetic from League of Legends in there... I may hate the game but the art style is on point.

SO, go vote on Twitter (YOU HAVE 1 HOUR LEFT)... OR HERE:

whatever Twitter decides will help me figure out what I drawn today... BUT WHAT YOU DECIDE WILL DETERMINE MY GENTRY THEME OF THE MONTH! GO GO GOOOO!

[fragmented-desire]

"Most of the time, it's my job to fight and delete other programs."

"What's keeping you from doing your job now? You've got a corrupted one right here."

[tron-ilyse]

my tron oc Ilyse! 💜 a program based on the "ILOVEYOU" virus

[corruptedcodelines]

CORRUPT-TRIO'S PREFERENCES

(tagged by @not-that-dillinger )

(Sorry it took this long! Just now saw this on the blog. Some of these answers will be coming from the headcanons I have of them in the physical world... an opportunity they haven't had the chance to experience yet in RP)

Animal: Abraxas- Strangely enough he loves small animals he was told about from Flynn in a past life... Hamsters, Mice, Tiny birds... they are just so... small... precious.... it... reminds him of someone... Tronzler- Dogs. (Cats) He can't stand the sound of their purring... too close to... that sound... it's triggering (the purring makes him feel less alone... that he wasn't the only thing that was broken) Tyrace- Insects. They... remind him of the gridbugs that would occasionally keep him company in the Outlands.

Flower: Abraxas- Crocus Flowers. Tronzler- Forget-me-nots Tyrace- Purple Hyacinth

Scent: Abraxas- Seafoam Tronzler- Metal. (Fabric) Tyrace: Caves and wet rock.

Coffee: Abraxas- Aversion to the drink. Tronzler- Black with a touch of caramel Tyrace- Expresso Frappe with so much chocolate syrup it is almost classified as a syrup itself.

Tea: Abraxas- White Tea with Jasmine, cold Tronzler- Buttermint Tea, A mix of vanilla and spearmint. (Won't go near the stuff) Tyrace- Lady Gray, his User's Favorite.

Drink: Abraxas- His previous tea order. Tronzler- Iced tea lemonade, fresh spring energy (You need to drink...?) Tyrace: Hot chocolate

Food: Abraxas- Quick foods you can take on the go, sandwiches. P̴͚̿r̶̳̔ò̶ͅg̶͕͝r̴̖̽a̷̼͠m̷̮͂s̵̤̔ Tronzler- Turkey and dressing, light on gravy, salad, breadsticks (You need to eat? Noodles... He guesses...) Tyrace: Soups and Chili.

Dessert: Abraxas- Fruit Tarts Tronzler- Strawberry Shortcake Tyrace- ANYTHING chocolate

Article of Clothing: Abraxas- Hoods and things with tight arm covers... but still athletic in nature. Tronzler- Soft but functional longsleeve Tees... button ups. The looser clothing is freeing to his circuits... not as stifling to his Encom circuitry as his Clu-given Gridsuit. (Facemask and leather jackets... anything that feels confining or tight. It's comforting) Tyrace- Shawls and Scarves, anything drapy... like he could hide in it.

Candy: Abraxas- Skittles. All types. Tronzler- Not a fan of candy (mini m&ms, he likes to drop them on the ground and try to hunt them all down for enrichment) Tyrace- CHOCOLATE... and rock candy

Left or Right Handed?: Abraxas- Right Tronzler- Ambidextrous favoring right (Ambidextrous favoring Left) Tyrace- Right

Sloppy or Neat Handwriting?: Abraxas- His past self once had beautiful handwriting... now... its shaky and scratched... but still legible. Tronzler- Neat and crisp with slight flourish... but somehow hard to read. (Slanted and sharp like the letters were cut rather than written... but perfectly legible. Clu made sure of it) Tyrace- Shaky, squiggly, but without any slant... as if every letter was written slowly and meticulously to be sure it could be read.

Clean or Messy home?: Abraxas- Dragons hoard of things... he has his own way to organize that mere mortals could not comprehend. Tronzler- He is sentimental, and likes to keep things to recall memories to... but he still manages to keep order and a calm sense of clean even in the host of trinkets. (Has a hidden closet in Tron's room of little things he collected. Each one has a perfect, measured grid to fit into.) Tyrace- Birds nest of rocks, interesting things, too many data logs to try and write things down feverishly for fear of forgetting.

Shower in Morning or Night?: Abraxas- Defragging is impossible for a Virus... best he could do is sit by the Sea... wade out... and lose himself in tainted memory. Tronzler- He prefers Defragging at the end of the Millicycle, it scrapes of the feeling of working. He can't stand User showers and baths. (The heck is a defrag...? He's like trying to baptize a cat for anything bathing related) Tyrace- Evenings... but he hasn't had a defrag since the old system... too afraid of losing any more moments...

Tasks done Early or Last minute?: Abraxas- Slow, steady, but efficient. Always just on time. Tronzler- Early as possible. Tyrace- Struggles, but always makes it.

Love Language?: Abraxas- Quality Time Tronzler- Acts of Service (What is love... gift giving in the form of killing your enemies and bringing you their empty disks. Very dead mouse left on your doorstep coded.) Tyrace- Words of Affirmation and Quality Time

Belief in Love at first sight?: Abraxas- No. Tronzler- Yes... Yori. (WHAT IS LOVE?!) Tyrace- True love... Love... that will... last... is something... only time can... forge.

THANK YOU FOR THE TAG!

Ed's preferences

Some Edcanons. If you care.

Animal: Birds

Flower: Lavender or hydrangias

Scent: Lavender,

Coffee: latte with four shots of espresso and enough sugar that it's practically sugar... but only if the situation's dire.

Tea: Lavender earl grey or Lavender chamomile. Alternatively Jasmine green tea

Drink: Grapefruit juice or lemonaid

Alcoholic Beverage: Golden Dream (cocktail), sambouca (liqueur) tequila (liquor), white wine or hard seltzer.

Food: Pho, street tacos (with corn tortillas), mole enchiladas, butternut squash soup, or pot roast.

Dessert: Creme brulee or mochi ice cream

Article of Clothing: hand-knit beanie made from qiviut yarn, gifted from a friend in college.

Candy: Salted Licorice (or any gluten free licorice)

Left or Right Handed?: Situationally ambidextrous but favoring his right hand. He used to favor handed until an incident in middle school where he broke his left wrist.

Sloppy or Neat Writing?: Depends on spoons for the day. Usually neat cursive, but if he's been doing to much stuff that strains his wrists it progressively becomes worse.

Clean or Messy Home?: ...lived-in. He rarely has the energy to do a deep clean, but will do chores here and there as energy permits.

Shower in Morning or Night?: Mornings, only because the ratio of times he actually goes to bed versus crashing is... concerning.

Tasks Done Early or Last Minute?: Depends on priority level, and generally broken into smaller chunks spread out but planned so that he can get it done with some buffer room, though usually completed ahead of schedule

Love Language?: Gift giving and acts of service

Believe in Love at First Sight?: ...You mean that isn't something that was made up in movies? People actually do that??? Still sounds fake.

tagged by: Stolen from: @the-expatriate

tagging: @wanderxdusk / @starstruckxstray, @mysticbluejay, @first-frost-fallen-snow (for Raye, but also any muse you like), @evecolourshock (your choice of muse), @corruptedcodelines, and anyone else who sees this and would like to do it. Of course, there is never any pressure to do it if you don't want to.

[damnitdresden]

SP3CT3R (Specter) is my tron oc. They are a virus on the grid that lurks in the shadows to corrupt programs.

[longbonetheory]

wormies wiggling in the computer

[wormthing]

[ArtFight 2022] Morris for @tenebris-caeli !

[corruptedcodelines]

Tyrace: (confusion echoes in his eyes as he looks at his hands... a new sense of hope blooming in his core) I... have never seen... myself... as... adorable...

Tron: (His face tilts into a small, sad, warm smile) Husband Materal. I will always love my dearest Yori... I remember she used to call me adorable...

Rinzler: (staring in horror at his test results) ... no.

Abraxas: (He holds the test results between his claws, a glitched growl echoing from the depths of his core) How... exactly... would you consider death... as adorable?

Anon: (the twitching creature stares at the results, a sudden stillness washing over it as he tries to compute. Confusion and disbelief echos in its posture as it looks at its distorted and claw-marked form... then back to the paper.

Cute Meter? Cute Meter

(¬‸¬) "Hmph! Worthless script..."

Tagged: Plucked from Dash

Tagging: @askdax @computerwarrior @combat-heelys @the-expatriate @dxscordia-dxspair

[lucky-dyse]

Sketch dump of the OCs

[corruptedcodelines]

-About Tyrace-

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ART REFERENCE

Gender: Male

Run-type and Function: C̶̢͐h̶͈͆i̴̜̍m̴̼̀ẹ̴̎r̴͙̾à̸̮ ̵̬͑P̸̮̈́ṟ̵̾o̸̲̽ġ̸̫ŕ̵̭a̵̝͆m̸̬̃... Chimera Virus

Circuit Color: Poisoned Green-Yellow

Hair color: Dark Grey

Motorfunction Preference: Right Handed

Age Appearance: 24 Cycles (Unknown true age)

Personality: Reserved, melancholic, sad, anxious, nervous, cautious, feral, worrying, loyal, lonely, attentive, distant.

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Tyrace's Origin is as muddled as his corrupted memories of it all. He was created on an Independant system as a prototype Chimera Program (basically like a program that can learn and adapt to any job or function, similar to a rudimentary User-made ISO.) He was loaded into the Encom system to test his functionality in real time, and see if his Programming would work in a true scenario. Unfortunately, his coding was very unstable, resulting in a glitch... then a full compromization... morphing his adaptogenic code into that of a virus. He was ripped out of the Encom system both for safety of the System's other functions, and to protect whatever was left of the Beta Program, and stored on an empty drive... one that was stolen by Flynn to extend parts of the Grid onto. Finding himself conscious once again, missing memories, and corrupted... abandoned and cut off from his home and User... He escaped onto the Grid... living out his life in the Outlands... trying to find a cure for his... condition... while also protecting cities from his own kind.

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MEMORY FILE

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If you want to RP with Tyrace, he will be available for all phases of Tron.

[residentapothecary]

Some older sketches of my TRON character, Ava. She’s a virus, a very unique one at that.

[first-frost-fallen-snow]

By the time Kask.it awoke, he was somewhere foreign to him. Internal diagnostics informed him that the damage that could be repaired, was repaired. Despite his best attempts, he couldn't remember who patched him no matter how many times he scraped around his memory banks.

He laid still, slowly processing all of the events that lead up to the reintegration. Training. He was training betas. They were all gone. The only survivor was a program that didn't even want to survive.

Grief was something he could press down, but something about this churned the energy processing in his body. It took every ounce of focus he had to keep from expelling it. Every beta he'd been training. Gone. Clu was right. Flynn was a cruel User, especially if he let something like this happen.

A deep breath helped him swallow his emotions, allowing him to sit up and survey his surroundings better. Something was wrong with his code. It felt like a virus, whispering into his ear to tear everything he saw apart. He had the teeth for it. Why would a User make something designed to tear into voxels if it wasn't supposed to?

Something wasn't right. Quarantine. He needed to be quarantined.

Carefully, he brought his legs over the side of the bed, intending to get up and analyze his surroundings. Perhaps he was already quarantined, and he didn't know it yet.

The reintegration of Clu and Flynn nearly destroyed the system. The blast toppled countless buildings, derezzing and injuring programs in the process. One of these programs being a former Occupation soldier, crushed by the rubble of a skyscraper. Most programs in the building were destroyed, but he remained.

Dormant.

Waiting.

He didn't know how many cycles had passed, or why it was now that he came to. All he knew was that he was pinned under what used to be a wall, unable to move. He opened his eyes, his internal diagnostics blaring alarms at him.

After wriggling for what felt like cycles, he managed to get one hand free. He hoped that was enough - his energy reserves were far too depleted to do much more than that.

《 @first-frost-fallen-snow 》

Reintegration had been nothing short of an unmitigated disaster. On top of the sheer devastation wrought by the shockwave, fights had broken out between the abruptly severed factions of the Occupation, extremist rebel groups wanting their share of spilled voxels, neutrals or refugees caught in yet more crossfires, and no telling who - or even what - was left alive in the rubble.

Nitro had never been more thankful to be an ISO, adaptable and able to slot in to any role needed.

His team worked to excavate the collapsed cities, not caring about alleigances and just wanting to pull someone - anyone - out of the wreckage. Trick delivered another fractured disc, face drawn and eyes somber - Nitro wished he didn't have to subject his betas to what was looking more and more like disc retrieval than rescue, but with everyone spread so thin he didn't have a choice. Eve's team had had bit of success fishing Programs out of the Sea of Simulation - cushioned by the waters, no matter how poisoned - but above the waves was nothing short of a wasteland this close to the shores.

And then, by some miracle...

"I see a hand!"

A hand. A life. Against all odds, a survivor.

Glimmers of weak red had Nitro checking his ISO mark was still covered out of habit, unable to be too careful any more. He scrambled over, barking for a medic. "Hang on, okay?" He checked, hoping they hadn't been too late. "Just hang on. Gonna get you out of here."

[fragmented-desire]

@sentry-crosis - [ X ]

"Destroyed a virus? Oh no... one does not 'destroy' a virus. One runs their little ASCII off and prays they don't become painfully corrupted beyond recognition."

"Really? No immediate destruction of imminent threats? I see. Then I will simply write your 'Winning Steak' down as '0'. I take it I'm also in the clear?"

[crabuncle]

this is literally the first time im satisfied in how i drew a tron outfit so we got lots of colors baby!! i get to remake my gratuitous self insert character and none of you can stop me!!

[mangogator]

virus bastard .........