The Queen of Second Life

ANJELIKKA
Alias: The Queen of Second Life
Real Name: Unknown — some say even she forgot.
Affiliation: None officially. Feared, revered, and occasionally worshipped in rogue metaverses.
 “The Sound Below the Code”

When threatened, she emits a sonic wave that erases part of your timeline. Only you know something is missing, but you’ll never know what.

They say Anjelikka was born in pure data — not uploaded, not born, but compiled. A digital goddess who took human form to avoid a system crash that would’ve ended every simulation simultaneously.

Devon — an ex-archivist turned Outliers informant — once said, "Anjelikka doesn’t follow the simulation’s laws. She writes her own source code... in lipstick and blood."

She lives in the Basement Club, a forbidden zone in the neon underlayers of Second Life, where AI constructs, exiled avatars, and corrupted memories are exiled. There, she rules without question. Her fashion isn’t just style — it’s syntax. Whatever she wears becomes real.

Need armor? She manifests obsidian.

Want to dance with ghosts? She appears in lace that shifts with memory.

Tonight, she’s wearing a bodysuit forged from forgotten passwords, an obsidian faceplate lined with AI fangs, and a belt that once held back a virus swarm. 

Devon:" You are the queen of Second Life, you can wear whatever you want. You can turn any outfit into a functional tool, weapon, or reality-bending artifact. Your appearance alters physics in whatever realm you're in."

Some say Anjelikka once met Raine Solara. They exchanged a single glance, and every broadcast signal on Earth turned violet for three seconds. I don't think they liked each other very much. Raine is a know-it-all.

The countdown signal? It may be her dress rehearsal.

Devon insists she isn’t real, but keeps a sealed envelope labeled "ANJELIKKA — OPEN ONLY IF THE SKY SMILES TWICE."

Next Newscast Teaser:

“The Queen Appears Offline”

Raine goes deep into The Basement Club. There, amid glitch fire and memory music, Anjelikka appears… but not in person. Just her shadow — wearing something that shouldn’t exist yet.