U-21
Jun 7, 2018 16:30:09 GMT -5
Post by Phi on Jun 7, 2018 16:30:09 GMT -5
"Justice will always be served"
Full Name: No Given Name; designation “Unit 21”
Alias/Nickname: Phi (as in Φ, the 21st letter of the greek alphabet)
Race: Cyborg (Human Base)
Gender: Female
Age: ~17 years
Faction: Marines
Appearance:
At a first glance, ideally from far away, the robot girl appears to be fairly human in stature and features. While that assumption is acceptable, up close in greater detail, very little is as nature intended. Plain blonde hair in short cut and a face with baby-blue eyes would probably be the most normal thing. From there on down, its all nuts and bolts on the surface. Shoulders and hips that are clearly mechanical joints for most likely not naturally grown limbs, brass plating and rigging, taut white fiber replacing skin.
In detail this means the following. Arms and legs start in very sophisticated mechanical joints and some brassen bearings. Instead of skin or clothes, they, as well as most of the torso, are spanned with white fiber, hiding the machinery underneath from view for a more pleasant experience as well as serving as a built-in uniform.
Her wrists are mantled in metal as well, likely protecting more delicate mechanisms enabling the hands' range of motion. Those same hands themselves are again covered in the canvas, as if wearing gloves, bar fingertips which end in metal caps as well. Extending from brass-plated, complicated ball-joints, the legs are composed in a similar fashion. Generally fairly humanesque shaped, they also have a fabric skin. Most notably, they do not end in typical ankles and feet, however. Instead, they end capped in blackened metal platforms, molded to have a slight heel in the back, but otherwise very reminiscent of hooves or such.
The torso itself, unsurprisingly, is also clad in white and thus essentially naked. There's a humanoid shape to it with hips, waist, chest, small of the back and somesuch molding, but there's no impression of muscle or fat structure to the cloth. Instead, seams in the fabric along the sides and screws around them and around the joint mantles give it a clearly artificial look.
Through all of this, her whole appearance is one special feature in itself, if she isn't wearing any other clothes by being ordered to do so. If properly dressed up, the mechanisms serving for ears and hoof-like feet are tough-to-hide indicators of the true nature at worst and curious talking points for others at best.
Hair Color: blonde
Eye Color: blue
Height: 5’3’’
Weight: 517 pounds
Personality: Personality-wise, Phi's pretty much what you would expect from an indoctrinated, isolated puppet. She's very stoic and monotone, usually appears as if nothing fazes her, neither positively or negatively. She has her own thoughts and feelings, but has been excessively trained to suppress them and follow orders to the T. Which is what she thinks about the most. Orders. Thanks to highly focused education to this end, the almost-robot lives for orders and has very little drive of her own. As ingrained in her mind, the cyborg-girl lives primarily to dispense and uphold justice. With force if necessary. As such, she would go where ever the call of injustice leads her - probably quickly leading to a dead end of chasing local petty crimes forever if not given any moderation. Besides that primary directive, she is mostly interested in accomplishing whatever she is ordered to do, without questioning it. Her immediate routine, below the overarching plot of justice, would be to serve the superior officer in a given situation.
In the rare case of there being no justice to dispense on any scale, no orders to follow and no superiors to be subject to, the girl will likely turn to reading as pastime. Preferably newspapers on current events from which to draw information to create occupation. Though any written publications will do when she’s forced to be idle like this. Mostly since that was the only thing they were doing besides vague experiments, psychological testing or functionality training. With that little exercise and free thinking and creativity, it's no wonder she's also very terrible at catching on to humor and even worse then that, at using it herself. Though the same goes for any other kind of subtext. Intonation and facial expressions mean little to her, Phi picks up her information very superficially unless the context is extremely obvious. Likewise, coming up with original ideas isn’t exactly a strength either and anything she does come up with runs the risk of being particularly flawed.
Beneath the thick layer of ingrained thinking, behaviors and patterns, she'd be quite curious about just about anything. Due to having known nothing but the rare field test and otherwise the classroom or cell back at the facility, this shouldn't be surprising. In the same vein, having never had normal growing up experiences, she has never really learned about proper risk assessment or cautiousness. From this fact also stems a trend of being very ignorant of circumstances regarding practicability and probably safety when determining a course of action. As being treated as disposable and a tool included ideas such as that certain circumstances justified almost any price or sacrifice.
Additionally, her -in the matter of interpersonal relations- inexperienced character can be tough to bear with. Not picking up on intended meaning, a mostly superficial perception as well as always responding in truth or with facts and no filters are not uncommon to her and complicate just about every slightly high-brow situation. The good part about being practically brainwashed to learn certain things exclusively, however, is that the analytic mind picks up on concepts and processes fairly quick. Though being a fast learner does not exactly let her overcome the personality traits engraved in her mind over years.
Lastly, being made to a decent degree of metal has its own, sometimes unexpected, logistics problems as well as advantages. Naturally, given the fact that machined parts are behind it, Phi's very good at any sort of activity or task requiring fine and gross motor skills or dexterity. Caused by the same root, she has no sense of touch or pressure, contradicting the exactitude exerted by her limbs' range of motion.
While not quite easy to move against her own intention thanks to the heft of her shell, Phi also has to consider the load-bearing capabilities of surfaces, objects and constructs, especially the more flimsily made ones. Leaning against a wall might be fine, but breaking through a boarding plank or falling on top of a supervisor would be very unfortunate.
Likes:
- Reading: Having very few experiences that were not either uncomfortable or tedious in some fashion, she’s naturally attached to the only thing which usually went by with ease. Though her literature outside of general learning from school books used to be mostly extremely curated history and biased news, there is no doubt that she will, given the chance read just about anything and find it an enthralling experience.
- Handicrafts: Despite not having much of a creative vein to express, the girl does enjoy the peaceful processes of simple household crafts such as sewing, food preparation or assembling tools and objects. Though intended as essential field utility skills, they can also distract the mind while yielding useful results, taking advantage of the almost clockwork precision provided.
- Duty: Though she is able to take care of herself in pretty much every regard bar intrusive repairs, the cyborg is most at ease when she has a directive to follow, a task to work on and a supervisor to report to. JUst simply by virtue of that being what she was told is her purpose in life and just about the only thing she knows how to do well. And performing well is almost as important to her.
Dislikes:
- Rain: Or any such comparably damp weather, as well as overly humid environments. One would think that might be related to a fear of rusting or the likes. However, ´while possible, rusting is not so much the problem as is the tendency of those kinds of situations to was all kinds of common dirt and such into every nook and cranny, creating unsightly gunk that may or may not affect performance in a critical moment. And creating a more frequent necessity to maintain and clean oneself.
- Injustice: The most natural thing to find her disapproval. In every form imaginable. To an isolated mind like her, going against the law and disturbing public order is the highest offense imaginable. Be it declared Pirates touring to overthrow the world order or anyone else stepping over the law for their personal gain. To her eyes, nobody but those sanctioned by the Government to be Just should be allowed to pass Judgement on others, let alone decide what is or isn’t to everyone’s gain.
- Waiting: Quite simply, any kind of waiting does not sit very well with her nature. If you’d ask her, there’s probably always something one could do to positively influence their Duties. Though the cyborg will stand by and wait if ordered, the pure thought of not actively working on anything gives her unease. This includes things such as standing guard or observing a situation. The concept of doing those sorts of things when one could also actively intervene instead or seek out any offenders instead of waiting for them to walk by just seems like wholly inefficient way to uphold justice. She may also get antsy when traveling for a similar reason, though the girl does understand that instance as a necessary form of delay.
Moral Alignment: Ridiculously Lawful
History: Phi's history is quite strange and special. Where most people have some kind of normal life to a degree and get to mature and develop as personalities, she does not. While she was child to a typical pair of parents, there is literally no connection. Because they willingly contributed her just days after being born to a World Government scientific effort. Living in Marine Town on Marineford, her parents got the memo about career-oriented officers being offered quite a few bonuses if they could and would consign their offspring below a certain age to the cause. This was, in the eyes of the project heads, necessary. Mostly to ensure a solid gene pool stemming from healthy and successful parents. And health as well as good bodily development were important, so slaves, prisoners and the likes were out of question.
So the first years were mostly filled with being raised as influence free and sterile as possible. The less noise was introduced to the malleable minds of the children, the better the results of the brainwashing education planned for them. And said education began shortly after the age where normal children went to preschool. Reading, writing and math for basics first, with the full on focused indoctrination beginning shortly after. The whole point of this expense was to raise obedient future soldiers that did not hesitate, did not have differing and possibly questionable understandings of justice, that did not question the chain of command. And most important of all, as little emotion and personal bias as possible.
Though that was only part of the plan. With those obedient marionettes prepared, the second layer on the research could happen. Obedience was good, but control was better. Some of the top scientists throughout the world had made amazing advances in many fields, making the creation of artificial or partially artificial humans possible. And those were basically not much different from other everyday machines and tools. Especially not, when the human used for the base was already barely a personality and more a stoic robot waiting for orders. And, to complete the triple threat, once the research was far enough and the perfect balance of the first two factors would be found, the plans foresaw the employing of Devil Fruits to create highly obedient tool-soldiers with Fruit Abilities. Hopefully anyway, it was a long term large scale experiment after all.
So that was more or less how the girl's life went. Either locked up in a small cell for the night or sat in front of a book, blackboard or screen to soak up carefully curated information. Not counting the occasional field trip together with other Units -as the subjects were called- for practicality testing, mostly in the later stages. That regimen expanded by another step around the time the around two dozen children in the group had just passed puberty. The new step was, naturally, mechanical augmentation. Some got more of that, others less. It was unfortunate that this female Unit - assigned designation Φ-21 - was one of the precursors for the full course due to good genes and favorable test results over the years.
That meant more or less being cut apart and open as much as medical advances allowed without killing the patient. Muscular tissue from removed appendages ended up being incorporated in the new artificial limbs and internal organs and features upgraded or replaced entirely with gadgets and drugs. Finally, coat the scarred and marred skin in metal armoring in a way that it wouldn't interfere with motor skills and pretty everything up by canvassing all parts in white uniform fabric. The plan was to perfect this part of the technology first and a little later down the line with a new group of subjects, See how the procedure interacted with fruit abilities that were obtained prior to augmentation.
Though, their plans were dampened a little bit. Taking some of the freshly augmented and healed Units to another field test, far away from any of the violent surges of Pirates and other incidents that swelled and ebbed through the Grand Line, would cost them at least one Unit and a few research assistants. Let's just say, someone doing sloppy work and overseeing that the meadow they were on was cut in half by a just barely wide enough for a person chasm was highly unfortunate. Ordered to relocate, Unit Φ-21 marched off and suddenly disappeared as her feet stabbed into thin air. She fell a good deal and lost what little consciousness she had to begin with when she reunited with the ground at the bottom after colliding with the jagged walls a few times. Naturally, this was almost immeasurably expensive research effort, so a rescue team was sent into the rift as well. Though, to them, the rocky verticals proved even worse. Deadly in fact. Same for a second group sent half a day after thie first, intended to look for the lost group and Unit. And so came it, that the researchers decided to cut their losses relatively early and rather lose one Unit and a handful of qualified men then even more men or worse yet, more units, trying to recover the fallen one that was probably smashed to bits anyway.
Days passed, the researchers packed up camp and ferry'd pack to their Institution to report a notable, but also workable, loss. Except it was not. About a week after the fall, Phi came to. She felt things totally unknown to her and was surrounded by half a dozen dead bodies. Falling back on some of the things she had been taught, the cyborg tried to loot them for anything useful, but found nothing worth taking. Though their IDs were on them, she had decided not to take them, she had an ID after all and it was of herself, why would she want the IDs of others. With only two possible directions to go and no superior Ranker around for guidance, she started to wander. No recollection of what had happened and parts of her long term memory were also out, though she knew she was on a field test and generally meant to dispense justice.
Face Claim: Persona 3 - Aigis
Alias/Nickname: Phi (as in Φ, the 21st letter of the greek alphabet)
Race: Cyborg (Human Base)
Gender: Female
Age: ~17 years
Faction: Marines
Appearance:
At a first glance, ideally from far away, the robot girl appears to be fairly human in stature and features. While that assumption is acceptable, up close in greater detail, very little is as nature intended. Plain blonde hair in short cut and a face with baby-blue eyes would probably be the most normal thing. From there on down, its all nuts and bolts on the surface. Shoulders and hips that are clearly mechanical joints for most likely not naturally grown limbs, brass plating and rigging, taut white fiber replacing skin.
In detail this means the following. Arms and legs start in very sophisticated mechanical joints and some brassen bearings. Instead of skin or clothes, they, as well as most of the torso, are spanned with white fiber, hiding the machinery underneath from view for a more pleasant experience as well as serving as a built-in uniform.
Her wrists are mantled in metal as well, likely protecting more delicate mechanisms enabling the hands' range of motion. Those same hands themselves are again covered in the canvas, as if wearing gloves, bar fingertips which end in metal caps as well. Extending from brass-plated, complicated ball-joints, the legs are composed in a similar fashion. Generally fairly humanesque shaped, they also have a fabric skin. Most notably, they do not end in typical ankles and feet, however. Instead, they end capped in blackened metal platforms, molded to have a slight heel in the back, but otherwise very reminiscent of hooves or such.
The torso itself, unsurprisingly, is also clad in white and thus essentially naked. There's a humanoid shape to it with hips, waist, chest, small of the back and somesuch molding, but there's no impression of muscle or fat structure to the cloth. Instead, seams in the fabric along the sides and screws around them and around the joint mantles give it a clearly artificial look.
Through all of this, her whole appearance is one special feature in itself, if she isn't wearing any other clothes by being ordered to do so. If properly dressed up, the mechanisms serving for ears and hoof-like feet are tough-to-hide indicators of the true nature at worst and curious talking points for others at best.
Hair Color: blonde
Eye Color: blue
Height: 5’3’’
Weight: 517 pounds
Personality: Personality-wise, Phi's pretty much what you would expect from an indoctrinated, isolated puppet. She's very stoic and monotone, usually appears as if nothing fazes her, neither positively or negatively. She has her own thoughts and feelings, but has been excessively trained to suppress them and follow orders to the T. Which is what she thinks about the most. Orders. Thanks to highly focused education to this end, the almost-robot lives for orders and has very little drive of her own. As ingrained in her mind, the cyborg-girl lives primarily to dispense and uphold justice. With force if necessary. As such, she would go where ever the call of injustice leads her - probably quickly leading to a dead end of chasing local petty crimes forever if not given any moderation. Besides that primary directive, she is mostly interested in accomplishing whatever she is ordered to do, without questioning it. Her immediate routine, below the overarching plot of justice, would be to serve the superior officer in a given situation.
In the rare case of there being no justice to dispense on any scale, no orders to follow and no superiors to be subject to, the girl will likely turn to reading as pastime. Preferably newspapers on current events from which to draw information to create occupation. Though any written publications will do when she’s forced to be idle like this. Mostly since that was the only thing they were doing besides vague experiments, psychological testing or functionality training. With that little exercise and free thinking and creativity, it's no wonder she's also very terrible at catching on to humor and even worse then that, at using it herself. Though the same goes for any other kind of subtext. Intonation and facial expressions mean little to her, Phi picks up her information very superficially unless the context is extremely obvious. Likewise, coming up with original ideas isn’t exactly a strength either and anything she does come up with runs the risk of being particularly flawed.
Beneath the thick layer of ingrained thinking, behaviors and patterns, she'd be quite curious about just about anything. Due to having known nothing but the rare field test and otherwise the classroom or cell back at the facility, this shouldn't be surprising. In the same vein, having never had normal growing up experiences, she has never really learned about proper risk assessment or cautiousness. From this fact also stems a trend of being very ignorant of circumstances regarding practicability and probably safety when determining a course of action. As being treated as disposable and a tool included ideas such as that certain circumstances justified almost any price or sacrifice.
Additionally, her -in the matter of interpersonal relations- inexperienced character can be tough to bear with. Not picking up on intended meaning, a mostly superficial perception as well as always responding in truth or with facts and no filters are not uncommon to her and complicate just about every slightly high-brow situation. The good part about being practically brainwashed to learn certain things exclusively, however, is that the analytic mind picks up on concepts and processes fairly quick. Though being a fast learner does not exactly let her overcome the personality traits engraved in her mind over years.
Lastly, being made to a decent degree of metal has its own, sometimes unexpected, logistics problems as well as advantages. Naturally, given the fact that machined parts are behind it, Phi's very good at any sort of activity or task requiring fine and gross motor skills or dexterity. Caused by the same root, she has no sense of touch or pressure, contradicting the exactitude exerted by her limbs' range of motion.
While not quite easy to move against her own intention thanks to the heft of her shell, Phi also has to consider the load-bearing capabilities of surfaces, objects and constructs, especially the more flimsily made ones. Leaning against a wall might be fine, but breaking through a boarding plank or falling on top of a supervisor would be very unfortunate.
Likes:
- Reading: Having very few experiences that were not either uncomfortable or tedious in some fashion, she’s naturally attached to the only thing which usually went by with ease. Though her literature outside of general learning from school books used to be mostly extremely curated history and biased news, there is no doubt that she will, given the chance read just about anything and find it an enthralling experience.
- Handicrafts: Despite not having much of a creative vein to express, the girl does enjoy the peaceful processes of simple household crafts such as sewing, food preparation or assembling tools and objects. Though intended as essential field utility skills, they can also distract the mind while yielding useful results, taking advantage of the almost clockwork precision provided.
- Duty: Though she is able to take care of herself in pretty much every regard bar intrusive repairs, the cyborg is most at ease when she has a directive to follow, a task to work on and a supervisor to report to. JUst simply by virtue of that being what she was told is her purpose in life and just about the only thing she knows how to do well. And performing well is almost as important to her.
Dislikes:
- Rain: Or any such comparably damp weather, as well as overly humid environments. One would think that might be related to a fear of rusting or the likes. However, ´while possible, rusting is not so much the problem as is the tendency of those kinds of situations to was all kinds of common dirt and such into every nook and cranny, creating unsightly gunk that may or may not affect performance in a critical moment. And creating a more frequent necessity to maintain and clean oneself.
- Injustice: The most natural thing to find her disapproval. In every form imaginable. To an isolated mind like her, going against the law and disturbing public order is the highest offense imaginable. Be it declared Pirates touring to overthrow the world order or anyone else stepping over the law for their personal gain. To her eyes, nobody but those sanctioned by the Government to be Just should be allowed to pass Judgement on others, let alone decide what is or isn’t to everyone’s gain.
- Waiting: Quite simply, any kind of waiting does not sit very well with her nature. If you’d ask her, there’s probably always something one could do to positively influence their Duties. Though the cyborg will stand by and wait if ordered, the pure thought of not actively working on anything gives her unease. This includes things such as standing guard or observing a situation. The concept of doing those sorts of things when one could also actively intervene instead or seek out any offenders instead of waiting for them to walk by just seems like wholly inefficient way to uphold justice. She may also get antsy when traveling for a similar reason, though the girl does understand that instance as a necessary form of delay.
Moral Alignment: Ridiculously Lawful
History: Phi's history is quite strange and special. Where most people have some kind of normal life to a degree and get to mature and develop as personalities, she does not. While she was child to a typical pair of parents, there is literally no connection. Because they willingly contributed her just days after being born to a World Government scientific effort. Living in Marine Town on Marineford, her parents got the memo about career-oriented officers being offered quite a few bonuses if they could and would consign their offspring below a certain age to the cause. This was, in the eyes of the project heads, necessary. Mostly to ensure a solid gene pool stemming from healthy and successful parents. And health as well as good bodily development were important, so slaves, prisoners and the likes were out of question.
So the first years were mostly filled with being raised as influence free and sterile as possible. The less noise was introduced to the malleable minds of the children, the better the results of the brainwashing education planned for them. And said education began shortly after the age where normal children went to preschool. Reading, writing and math for basics first, with the full on focused indoctrination beginning shortly after. The whole point of this expense was to raise obedient future soldiers that did not hesitate, did not have differing and possibly questionable understandings of justice, that did not question the chain of command. And most important of all, as little emotion and personal bias as possible.
Though that was only part of the plan. With those obedient marionettes prepared, the second layer on the research could happen. Obedience was good, but control was better. Some of the top scientists throughout the world had made amazing advances in many fields, making the creation of artificial or partially artificial humans possible. And those were basically not much different from other everyday machines and tools. Especially not, when the human used for the base was already barely a personality and more a stoic robot waiting for orders. And, to complete the triple threat, once the research was far enough and the perfect balance of the first two factors would be found, the plans foresaw the employing of Devil Fruits to create highly obedient tool-soldiers with Fruit Abilities. Hopefully anyway, it was a long term large scale experiment after all.
So that was more or less how the girl's life went. Either locked up in a small cell for the night or sat in front of a book, blackboard or screen to soak up carefully curated information. Not counting the occasional field trip together with other Units -as the subjects were called- for practicality testing, mostly in the later stages. That regimen expanded by another step around the time the around two dozen children in the group had just passed puberty. The new step was, naturally, mechanical augmentation. Some got more of that, others less. It was unfortunate that this female Unit - assigned designation Φ-21 - was one of the precursors for the full course due to good genes and favorable test results over the years.
That meant more or less being cut apart and open as much as medical advances allowed without killing the patient. Muscular tissue from removed appendages ended up being incorporated in the new artificial limbs and internal organs and features upgraded or replaced entirely with gadgets and drugs. Finally, coat the scarred and marred skin in metal armoring in a way that it wouldn't interfere with motor skills and pretty everything up by canvassing all parts in white uniform fabric. The plan was to perfect this part of the technology first and a little later down the line with a new group of subjects, See how the procedure interacted with fruit abilities that were obtained prior to augmentation.
Though, their plans were dampened a little bit. Taking some of the freshly augmented and healed Units to another field test, far away from any of the violent surges of Pirates and other incidents that swelled and ebbed through the Grand Line, would cost them at least one Unit and a few research assistants. Let's just say, someone doing sloppy work and overseeing that the meadow they were on was cut in half by a just barely wide enough for a person chasm was highly unfortunate. Ordered to relocate, Unit Φ-21 marched off and suddenly disappeared as her feet stabbed into thin air. She fell a good deal and lost what little consciousness she had to begin with when she reunited with the ground at the bottom after colliding with the jagged walls a few times. Naturally, this was almost immeasurably expensive research effort, so a rescue team was sent into the rift as well. Though, to them, the rocky verticals proved even worse. Deadly in fact. Same for a second group sent half a day after thie first, intended to look for the lost group and Unit. And so came it, that the researchers decided to cut their losses relatively early and rather lose one Unit and a handful of qualified men then even more men or worse yet, more units, trying to recover the fallen one that was probably smashed to bits anyway.
Days passed, the researchers packed up camp and ferry'd pack to their Institution to report a notable, but also workable, loss. Except it was not. About a week after the fall, Phi came to. She felt things totally unknown to her and was surrounded by half a dozen dead bodies. Falling back on some of the things she had been taught, the cyborg tried to loot them for anything useful, but found nothing worth taking. Though their IDs were on them, she had decided not to take them, she had an ID after all and it was of herself, why would she want the IDs of others. With only two possible directions to go and no superior Ranker around for guidance, she started to wander. No recollection of what had happened and parts of her long term memory were also out, though she knew she was on a field test and generally meant to dispense justice.
Face Claim: Persona 3 - Aigis
