The power of the void shimmers through you like a stream of lightning. Or you think it's the void. Perhaps it's something else shimmering, simmering, burning, changing. What strange feelings. You are a warlock gifted with the ability of hacking. You were created by the universe itself in order to bring balance. Beyond that, not even you know who you are, but you align with the side of evil. You despise The Syndicate because they once captured you and tried to steal your abilities to use for themselves.