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X2S0-03
Lautaro
He thought that being a robot would be easy. All it took was a lack of emotion. A disregard for his soul. An inability to feel. But when he was driven into a psychosis, believing a fellow robot was his 'brother' of a sort, having been created when he was, he subconsciously formed a bond with it. The robot could not care. And this thing, known as X2S0-03, he could stand to care some more. Then when his brother was ripped apart during a sweep, X2S0-03 fell apart as well. He and the robot were caught off guard, alone, in the middle of an alley with some very pissed off citizens. When the dust cleared, he was mangled and bleeding, and his brother was fizzing and sputtering beside him. They were retrieved. X2S0-03 was repaired. But his brother was crushed up and discarded for scrap metal. He can't be a robot. He's a person. He knows he is now. He hates it, but he has no choice but to admit it. Plain as day, there is flesh on his bones and organs in the cavern of his chest. He has some robotic parts to replace varied missing limbs and organs, but he is still human. And when he watched his brother die, he felt emotion. He felt loss. Now he must struggle on with the emptiness inside. He distrusts everyone around him, believing they will turn on him. He is not sure where these delusions come from. Perhaps his inability to accept the loss. There's something wrong, something missing. He wants it back. he won't get it. He's degenerating. He worries he will become unfit for duty. Then he will be ground up and tossed out, his artificial parts used for scrap metal too. At least then, maybe he and his brother can be reunited in some twisted way as something new. Something whole and complete that cannot be separated, only by death. And that is alright, for then they will die together. X2S0-03 is perfectly human, give or take his robotic right arm and leg and the false lung in the left side of his chest. He has fair skin and shoulder length blonde hair. His eyes are a startling green. He seems to be around nineteen years old.
Lautaro
He thought that being a robot would be easy. All it took was a lack of emotion. A disregard for his soul. An inability to feel. But when he was driven into a psychosis, believing a fellow robot was his 'brother' of a sort, having been created when he was, he subconsciously formed a bond with it. The robot could not care. And this thing, known as X2S0-03, he could stand to care some more. Then when his brother was ripped apart during a sweep, X2S0-03 fell apart as well. He and the robot were caught off guard, alone, in the middle of an alley with some very pissed off citizens. When the dust cleared, he was mangled and bleeding, and his brother was fizzing and sputtering beside him. They were retrieved. X2S0-03 was repaired. But his brother was crushed up and discarded for scrap metal. He can't be a robot. He's a person. He knows he is now. He hates it, but he has no choice but to admit it. Plain as day, there is flesh on his bones and organs in the cavern of his chest. He has some robotic parts to replace varied missing limbs and organs, but he is still human. And when he watched his brother die, he felt emotion. He felt loss. Now he must struggle on with the emptiness inside. He distrusts everyone around him, believing they will turn on him. He is not sure where these delusions come from. Perhaps his inability to accept the loss. There's something wrong, something missing. He wants it back. he won't get it. He's degenerating. He worries he will become unfit for duty. Then he will be ground up and tossed out, his artificial parts used for scrap metal too. At least then, maybe he and his brother can be reunited in some twisted way as something new. Something whole and complete that cannot be separated, only by death. And that is alright, for then they will die together. X2S0-03 is perfectly human, give or take his robotic right arm and leg and the false lung in the left side of his chest. He has fair skin and shoulder length blonde hair. His eyes are a startling green. He seems to be around nineteen years old.
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Seamus
Courtmere Citizen
Courtmere never saw a stranger person. Seamus, the master programmer, who's delving and tinkering may just throw the entire project into chaos. Seamus seems like a lazy nerd when at home. He watches anime, wears graphic tees, plays Dungeons and Dragons, and eats ramen. Then he comes across as the genius kid in school. He gets near perfect As on tests and homework, over acheives in projects, is always reading and studying, and eats those lunches for nutrition. Outside of school and home, he seems like any average kid. He plays sports, goes to movies and concerts, hangs out with friends, talks about cars and chicks, and other things. He's a mix of things, and he doesn't really care what people think of him as. One thing stays the same: he's always positive. Or tries to be. He usually walks into a room with a smile on his face and an abundance of energy. He always has fresh ideas for things and wants to test out his newest invention. There isn't much Seamus won't do. He'll try anything. Though it is safe to say, he keeps his thoughts secret. He doesn't like talking about himself that much or his family. In the case of relationships and thoughts, not so much interests. No one really knows what to make of this guy, and he likes keeping it that way. Seamus is about sixteen with white hair. He has bright blue eyes, and has three piercings in both ears.
Courtmere Citizen
Courtmere never saw a stranger person. Seamus, the master programmer, who's delving and tinkering may just throw the entire project into chaos. Seamus seems like a lazy nerd when at home. He watches anime, wears graphic tees, plays Dungeons and Dragons, and eats ramen. Then he comes across as the genius kid in school. He gets near perfect As on tests and homework, over acheives in projects, is always reading and studying, and eats those lunches for nutrition. Outside of school and home, he seems like any average kid. He plays sports, goes to movies and concerts, hangs out with friends, talks about cars and chicks, and other things. He's a mix of things, and he doesn't really care what people think of him as. One thing stays the same: he's always positive. Or tries to be. He usually walks into a room with a smile on his face and an abundance of energy. He always has fresh ideas for things and wants to test out his newest invention. There isn't much Seamus won't do. He'll try anything. Though it is safe to say, he keeps his thoughts secret. He doesn't like talking about himself that much or his family. In the case of relationships and thoughts, not so much interests. No one really knows what to make of this guy, and he likes keeping it that way. Seamus is about sixteen with white hair. He has bright blue eyes, and has three piercings in both ears.
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Ace
Blackedge Homeless
One of the homeless in Blackedge, Ace often looks to the Palace with longing. He wishes he could have been lucky enough to be born in the paradise that is Courtmere. Sadly, he's stuck on the streets where people are being killed everyday for the sake of those in Courtmere. Ace comes from a large family. There's twelve kids total. He's somewhere in the latter part of the middle children, aged ten. He has blonde hair, lightly tanned skin, and amber eyes. He is quiet and very seclusive. He's seen his fair share of killing and he had to kill an older kid once to protect his little sister. Thankfully, he wasn't caught. The memory still haunts him, but he'll never tell.
Blackedge Homeless
One of the homeless in Blackedge, Ace often looks to the Palace with longing. He wishes he could have been lucky enough to be born in the paradise that is Courtmere. Sadly, he's stuck on the streets where people are being killed everyday for the sake of those in Courtmere. Ace comes from a large family. There's twelve kids total. He's somewhere in the latter part of the middle children, aged ten. He has blonde hair, lightly tanned skin, and amber eyes. He is quiet and very seclusive. He's seen his fair share of killing and he had to kill an older kid once to protect his little sister. Thankfully, he wasn't caught. The memory still haunts him, but he'll never tell.