Post by Div/ Bane on Jan 1, 2009 17:24:06 GMT -8
Name: Triton
Gender: Male
Age:18
Race: Triton class mechanoid
Special Abilities: can morph flesh he touches into bionics (which he then has power over), Drains the life-force of people who look in his eyes (he can't turn it off), Uses life-force for several of his robotic functions.
primary function: severed or destroyed limbs reform (that's three abilities total, folks)
Appearance: has two modes, mechanoid and android.
android (looks like human): he is white-haired, smokes and wears sunglasses specially designed to stop his life-drain function from working on those who make eye-contact. Since this mode requires a lot of energy to maintain, he generally doesn't fight and moves slightly more slowly than the average human.
Mechanoid: He is a metalic skelliton with glowing green eyes and a black shrowd. The cigarette changes into a secondary power conduit (appears to be a staff) which includes blades and serves as a place to expell excess energy in the form of bolts of green lightning. Needless to say, when in combat this is the form of choice. Mechanoid mode is stronger, more resiliant, reforms more quickly, and requires less energy to move.
Personality:
Triton is shy and seclusive, making absolutely sure never to reveal the full extent of his capabilities unless there is no other means of survival. He has the intelect and knowlege to be a class nerd, but is surprisingly social once you get him going. Due to the fact that he spent so long on the field of battle for which he was designed, The being seems odly out of place in the school setting. Triton longs to understand the previously ungraspable concepts like love, hate, and other emotions common among humans. This thirst for knowlege however is set as a second priority to keeping his identity a secret. This insecurity drove him to create almost mafia-like connections... but then, it doesn't harm his quest for knowlege either.
Backstory:
Triton was designed as a state-of-the-art combat mechanoid for the purpose of turning an army of enemies into an army of mindless drones. The project turned out better than anticipated. Not only could he accomlpish that task, but conventional weapons never did the trick. If a cannon smashed him in half, he would rise, metalic spine re-attatched. If a Beam weapon were fired at him it would simply strike his metal frame and be absorbed. Bullets, cannons, men, blades... nothing could bring down this thing. Triton was the harbinger of death on a battlefield, effectively a single being designed to lead an army of robotic zombies.
However, in order to differentiate friend from foe, they bestowed upon this cutting-edge machine, an equally cutting-edge artificial inteligence. They used him for the first thirteen years of his life, teaching him everything required to serve in both espianage, combat, tactics, and his own electronic body. In the middle of a battle, Triton Mk7 dissappeared from the field of battle, leaving his shambling army of reassembling robots to deal with it. The battle was a victory, but the origional was gone, not to resurface again for many, many years.
He turned up again in a major city, but under the alias of Dr. Vance. 'Vance' pretended to be a proffessor of Electical engineering as a pretense to gain resourses that he needed to make repairs and adjust his body to control his war-bent abilities. That was when he designed the glasses and disguised his staff-conduit as a cigarette. He finally could pass off as 'normal' in a crowd.
The end of the year in which he resurfaced, the government came to reclaim their weapon. The machine barely escaped... he didn't want to be just a tool anymore. He wanted to be his own being.
Holding onto his resolve, Triton evaded capture for as long as possible until finally he arrived at Mountain view. The desperate machine set up a small lab to repair and repower himself in the slums of the city that formed around the accademy. after much research, the mechanoid submitted his request to be admitted to a school with beings as strange as he is.
And now he waits.
I.C. Sample:
Triton sat on one of the city's park benches, leaning back and puffing out smoke. His eyes seemed calm and at peace, like all the world was a placid stream that flowed on by him. He removed the cigarette from his mouth for an instant as somone sat down next to him, not once looking at him. "Triton, You're coming with me."
The calm expression didn't leave the android, "Carefull now... just because you're not looking at me and have a field around yourself to stop my programming from letting me touch you, doesn't mean that I can't 'take care' of you very... very quickly."
"Don't play coy with me, machine." The person grinned, taking a sip of watter he had bought at a nearby food-stand. He began to choke.
"How's the drink?" The man grew pale and fell off of the bench. The instant that this occured, he fell into a fit of spazms.
Triton stood up and slowly walked in a circle around the human, "I can't touch you... but you underestimated me. And now..." The man fell limp the instant that the boy removed his glasses, "You are mine."
Gender: Male
Age:18
Race: Triton class mechanoid
Special Abilities: can morph flesh he touches into bionics (which he then has power over), Drains the life-force of people who look in his eyes (he can't turn it off), Uses life-force for several of his robotic functions.
primary function: severed or destroyed limbs reform (that's three abilities total, folks)
Appearance: has two modes, mechanoid and android.
android (looks like human): he is white-haired, smokes and wears sunglasses specially designed to stop his life-drain function from working on those who make eye-contact. Since this mode requires a lot of energy to maintain, he generally doesn't fight and moves slightly more slowly than the average human.
Mechanoid: He is a metalic skelliton with glowing green eyes and a black shrowd. The cigarette changes into a secondary power conduit (appears to be a staff) which includes blades and serves as a place to expell excess energy in the form of bolts of green lightning. Needless to say, when in combat this is the form of choice. Mechanoid mode is stronger, more resiliant, reforms more quickly, and requires less energy to move.
Personality:
Triton is shy and seclusive, making absolutely sure never to reveal the full extent of his capabilities unless there is no other means of survival. He has the intelect and knowlege to be a class nerd, but is surprisingly social once you get him going. Due to the fact that he spent so long on the field of battle for which he was designed, The being seems odly out of place in the school setting. Triton longs to understand the previously ungraspable concepts like love, hate, and other emotions common among humans. This thirst for knowlege however is set as a second priority to keeping his identity a secret. This insecurity drove him to create almost mafia-like connections... but then, it doesn't harm his quest for knowlege either.
Backstory:
Triton was designed as a state-of-the-art combat mechanoid for the purpose of turning an army of enemies into an army of mindless drones. The project turned out better than anticipated. Not only could he accomlpish that task, but conventional weapons never did the trick. If a cannon smashed him in half, he would rise, metalic spine re-attatched. If a Beam weapon were fired at him it would simply strike his metal frame and be absorbed. Bullets, cannons, men, blades... nothing could bring down this thing. Triton was the harbinger of death on a battlefield, effectively a single being designed to lead an army of robotic zombies.
However, in order to differentiate friend from foe, they bestowed upon this cutting-edge machine, an equally cutting-edge artificial inteligence. They used him for the first thirteen years of his life, teaching him everything required to serve in both espianage, combat, tactics, and his own electronic body. In the middle of a battle, Triton Mk7 dissappeared from the field of battle, leaving his shambling army of reassembling robots to deal with it. The battle was a victory, but the origional was gone, not to resurface again for many, many years.
He turned up again in a major city, but under the alias of Dr. Vance. 'Vance' pretended to be a proffessor of Electical engineering as a pretense to gain resourses that he needed to make repairs and adjust his body to control his war-bent abilities. That was when he designed the glasses and disguised his staff-conduit as a cigarette. He finally could pass off as 'normal' in a crowd.
The end of the year in which he resurfaced, the government came to reclaim their weapon. The machine barely escaped... he didn't want to be just a tool anymore. He wanted to be his own being.
Holding onto his resolve, Triton evaded capture for as long as possible until finally he arrived at Mountain view. The desperate machine set up a small lab to repair and repower himself in the slums of the city that formed around the accademy. after much research, the mechanoid submitted his request to be admitted to a school with beings as strange as he is.
And now he waits.
I.C. Sample:
Triton sat on one of the city's park benches, leaning back and puffing out smoke. His eyes seemed calm and at peace, like all the world was a placid stream that flowed on by him. He removed the cigarette from his mouth for an instant as somone sat down next to him, not once looking at him. "Triton, You're coming with me."
The calm expression didn't leave the android, "Carefull now... just because you're not looking at me and have a field around yourself to stop my programming from letting me touch you, doesn't mean that I can't 'take care' of you very... very quickly."
"Don't play coy with me, machine." The person grinned, taking a sip of watter he had bought at a nearby food-stand. He began to choke.
"How's the drink?" The man grew pale and fell off of the bench. The instant that this occured, he fell into a fit of spazms.
Triton stood up and slowly walked in a circle around the human, "I can't touch you... but you underestimated me. And now..." The man fell limp the instant that the boy removed his glasses, "You are mine."