Post by Ace on Feb 8, 2010 10:53:06 GMT -5
Name: Android Z-9; Codename 'Zeta'
Race: Android
Age: 6 years since becoming an android
Sex: Male
Alignment: Good
Hair Color: A light, blonde-ish, gray-ish color
Hair Style: One long mass, tied into a sort of ponytail, which hangs down nearly to his knees
Eye Color: Icy blue
Height: 6' 8"
Body Appearance:
Zeta doesn't exactly look friendly by any means. His body is covered in black and white armor, and his head is covered mostly by a helmet. His face almost always has a grim or neutral expression on it, and he always has an intimidating glare in his eyes. He is not overly bulky, as his role as a ombat model implies, but much more streamlined and efficient-looking.
Clothes: Zeta's clothes, if you can call them such, is the armor he's made from. Aside from that, he doesn't wear anything.
Energy Color: Black
Quote: "I dislike this meaningless violence; it must be brought to an end."
Story: Zeta was once a human named Thomas Tsimus. But, after volunteering for military research, his life was, literally, over. Shortly afterward, he contracted a mysterious disease and died. But his body was never found...hmm.
Only a few months later, the body that had once been Thomas's, now heavily modified beyond recognition, opened its eyes. Static flickered across his vision for a moment, but then cleared. "What...? But...I died..." He tried to sit upright, and found he was tied down, but the restraints broke easily.
"It appears we underestimated his strength and recovery..."
Thomas turned toward the sound of the voice, but only managed to see a vague figure in a labcoat before his vision went black and he collapsed backward. And that was the last time Thomas Tsimus would see anything.
When next he woke up, he was in a metal capsule of some sort, with "Z-9, ZETA" etched into it. He just stood there, unable to move no matter how much he tried. And so he waited for what seemed like a few hours, but in reality, several days passed. He had passed in and out of awareness as he waited, until finally he saw someone looking into a window of the capsule.
"Good...you're awake." Turning aside, he said, "Open the capsule."
Steam and mist hissed as the capsule cracked and then opened. As it did, Zeta could move, feeling as if a great weight had been lifted. When the capsule was fully open, he placed a hand on the side and stepped out.
"Z-9... Project, Zeta... What is your primary function?"
Zeta didn't respond immediately, then a slight jolt went through his head and he said, "To eliminate all rebels against the authority of the Earth government...and punish all those who are marked as rebel leaders with death..."
"Very good. Now, go. There are rebels to punish, I'm sure."
And with that, Zeta vanished from the lab where he was created, to fulfill his function. But he was against it from the start, Despite all the programming, and rewriting of code that had been done, his human morals and beliefs still surfaced occasionally. He had run into several people who were not identified as rebels, but stuck out in his mind for other reasons.
He ran into Ace several times, but never really spoke to him or had any real interaction with him. But, after witnessing his actions in saving someone, even after just seeing them commit a crime, Zeta had a change of heart and decided to emulate this person. Disregarding his programming completely, he set out with a new primary function: stop all violence at any cost, as futile as that effort would most likely be.
Starting Location: Earth
Techniques[/u]
Rocket Punch
Hate Rush
Special Notes[/u]
Skill: 1.25
Endurance: 1.25
Senses: 1
Speed: .75
Energy: .5
Strength: 1.5
As a sidenote, Zeta's armor is only as durable as his endurance stat. So, the higher that goes, the tougher his armor gets. Unless that's too cheap, of course.
And just as a useless note, Zeta doesn't actually fire energy from his hands; rather, his hands disappear into his wrists, and he fire energy from the resulting cannon-like openings. For when he actually learns something of the sort, that is.
Race: Android
Age: 6 years since becoming an android
Sex: Male
Alignment: Good
Hair Color: A light, blonde-ish, gray-ish color
Hair Style: One long mass, tied into a sort of ponytail, which hangs down nearly to his knees
Eye Color: Icy blue
Height: 6' 8"
Body Appearance:
Zeta doesn't exactly look friendly by any means. His body is covered in black and white armor, and his head is covered mostly by a helmet. His face almost always has a grim or neutral expression on it, and he always has an intimidating glare in his eyes. He is not overly bulky, as his role as a ombat model implies, but much more streamlined and efficient-looking.
Clothes: Zeta's clothes, if you can call them such, is the armor he's made from. Aside from that, he doesn't wear anything.
Energy Color: Black
Quote: "I dislike this meaningless violence; it must be brought to an end."
Story: Zeta was once a human named Thomas Tsimus. But, after volunteering for military research, his life was, literally, over. Shortly afterward, he contracted a mysterious disease and died. But his body was never found...hmm.
Only a few months later, the body that had once been Thomas's, now heavily modified beyond recognition, opened its eyes. Static flickered across his vision for a moment, but then cleared. "What...? But...I died..." He tried to sit upright, and found he was tied down, but the restraints broke easily.
"It appears we underestimated his strength and recovery..."
Thomas turned toward the sound of the voice, but only managed to see a vague figure in a labcoat before his vision went black and he collapsed backward. And that was the last time Thomas Tsimus would see anything.
When next he woke up, he was in a metal capsule of some sort, with "Z-9, ZETA" etched into it. He just stood there, unable to move no matter how much he tried. And so he waited for what seemed like a few hours, but in reality, several days passed. He had passed in and out of awareness as he waited, until finally he saw someone looking into a window of the capsule.
"Good...you're awake." Turning aside, he said, "Open the capsule."
Steam and mist hissed as the capsule cracked and then opened. As it did, Zeta could move, feeling as if a great weight had been lifted. When the capsule was fully open, he placed a hand on the side and stepped out.
"Z-9... Project, Zeta... What is your primary function?"
Zeta didn't respond immediately, then a slight jolt went through his head and he said, "To eliminate all rebels against the authority of the Earth government...and punish all those who are marked as rebel leaders with death..."
"Very good. Now, go. There are rebels to punish, I'm sure."
And with that, Zeta vanished from the lab where he was created, to fulfill his function. But he was against it from the start, Despite all the programming, and rewriting of code that had been done, his human morals and beliefs still surfaced occasionally. He had run into several people who were not identified as rebels, but stuck out in his mind for other reasons.
He ran into Ace several times, but never really spoke to him or had any real interaction with him. But, after witnessing his actions in saving someone, even after just seeing them commit a crime, Zeta had a change of heart and decided to emulate this person. Disregarding his programming completely, he set out with a new primary function: stop all violence at any cost, as futile as that effort would most likely be.
Starting Location: Earth
Techniques[/u]
Rocket Punch
Hate Rush
Special Notes[/u]
Skill: 1.25
Endurance: 1.25
Senses: 1
Speed: .75
Energy: .5
Strength: 1.5
As a sidenote, Zeta's armor is only as durable as his endurance stat. So, the higher that goes, the tougher his armor gets. Unless that's too cheap, of course.
And just as a useless note, Zeta doesn't actually fire energy from his hands; rather, his hands disappear into his wrists, and he fire energy from the resulting cannon-like openings. For when he actually learns something of the sort, that is.
