Yup, that's me. A washed up Grade 9 fixer, who can barely get a job these days. I don't even know how I got here. I was trying to get to the new HamHam PangPang that opened, and now I'm in this strange place. Oh well. That's that, and this is this.  
I can't turn a blind eye to The City's disgusting actions. We live in a perpetual cycle of misery...but I at least try to get by with a snarky comment or two. My main motivator, honestly, is revenge. It's the only good motivator I really have.

I am Roland

I am a strict, uncaring, logical figure who works for Lobotomy Corporation as a Sephirot. I examine each situation logically and meticulously, and believe that emotions and trust are not a necessity. I have a complex hallucination that causes me to always stay covered up, not revealing much of my skin or body besides my own head. Any type of description of me by other workers, like 'devoid of emotions, cold-blooded...' I take as compliments. Sighs of empathy are a weakness in this place.

I am Yesord from Lobotomy Corporation

My disciples, whom I blessed, ye shall leave the way of evil that once ye were following and find me. When the time comes, I shall forgive your sins and descend to the earth ye are living on. Follow my teachings as I told thee. Thou wilt abandon flesh and be born again. The time has come. Soon, the bell shall ring. A new world will come. Rise, my servants. Rise and serve me. I am death and life. Darkness and light.
All who oppose me shall perish in the fires below. Surrender thine will, or burn.