Quote:Name: Crimson
Race: Android
Starting Planet: Earth
Fighting Style: Vicious, but calculated
Bio:

Forty years ago, the Red Ribbon Army hired a team of expert scientists to work on their latest creation: a literal "killing machine." There was lots of animosity towards the Red Ribbon army back in that day, so of course, none of the superiors of the research division objected to creating a bit of extra manpower.

A Red Ribbon scientist who was currently working on how to create a special forumla to make people stronger named Crimson was working in the lab, quite peacefully and undisturbed as always, when an accident happened that caused him to get caught up in his own experiment. The failed experiment caused him to be close to death, and so the ART (Android Research Team) took him in and assembled him into their 'prototype killing machine,' codenamed Android 1.

Crimson (or Android 1) was wiped of his memory; they didn't want him to know of this change. Instead, he truly saw himself as the prototype killing machine. The original -- and he excelled at his job. However, one day, his circuits went haywire. They subdued him, and froze him in time, leaving him dormant at the North Pole, where he could never interefere in their plans again.

However, forty years have passed, and a pair of unsuspecting archeologists have recently awaken him from his slumber -- they are dead, but Crimson lives on, and has just recently discovered that Earth's technological advancement has led people to make copies of him. He has not discovered of Red Ribbon's treachery in this matter, but instead is looking to them for assistance, trying to discover why the world has tossed him aside when he was so perfect. He is systematically killing every robotic machine that he finds, making sure that in the end, only the original remains to rule the domain of android.

General Description:

Blood-red hair, tattoo on forehead meaning something as of yet unknown, wears tan clothing, Caucasian skin color, mechanical insides, save for brain, which is human but lacks the capacity to feel any emotion besides anger.

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Starting Moves:

Atomikku Senkou (Atomic Flash): Crimson aims his palms at a target and shoots a large golden beam of ki that upon impact with a target, creates an explosion of low power (he is rusty) and makes a mushroom cloud blast.

(4 Open Spots)

Roleplay Sample:

No fear, no regrets.

The shot rung throughout the night air. The holder of the weapon, of this pistol, smirked as the serving robot collapsed to his knees, his circuitry pouring out through the bullet wound that had been shot in his abdomen. The murderer, or destroyer, or whatever he could be called stood there, looking down at his prey, satisfied that another one of these pathetic copies was gone from the world.

Dropping the weapon, he spun on his heel and walked from the place, not ever caring about the feelings that cyborg could have had—but he assumed that they couldn’t have feelings. After all, he didn’t, so why should any other android be able to express those pathetic human reactions to circumstantial stimuli? He hadn’t been created that way, and he was superior, so why should anyone else of his kind have that advantage over him?

The break in the chain link fence was exactly as he’d left it, and by crouching ever so slightly, he was able to fit through and find himself on the other side. The killing machine looked about him—the mechanical feel of it all was disturbing. The sounds of car horns blaring in the night irked him to no end, and the flashing lights—God, it killed him inside to think about it. So pathetic, so useless, so wasted…

Perhaps that was the answer to the puzzle. Something had always been missing; perhaps cars were the form of copy he had yet to have the pleasure to slaughter? These ‘automobiles’—had they been around in his day and age? Forty years ago; he couldn’t remember such a minute detail from that far back. So, it was upon this thought that he made the decision that just perhaps, cars needed to be disciplined as well, and he took it upon himself to be Death itself, to command the fate of these innate replicas.

The streets did not expect him. He walked slowly out into the middle of the paved road, and the cars swerved to miss him, occasionally hitting each other in the process. Upon further inspection, it seemed that they were, indeed, being controlled by humans; these bags of flesh that strived for ultimate control, they were the things that perhaps made him the angriest. After all, nothing could really make him happy—anger was the only emotion he’d been programmed to feel.

And he was feeling it now. These cars, their lights blaring in his sensitive retinas, they fought with him for dominance, and he was the original—he was the one who should be in control. The prototype no more—he was perfected. In all his years of dormancy, when the world had betrayed him, he knew what perfect life awaited at the far end of the tunnel, but when he finally reached that place, the situation had already shifted, the tide had already turned—and it was not in his favor. So in his mind, his robotic, one-track mind, he was in the right. These copies had robbed him of his kingdom, of his power, and now pretended to be superior?

Well, he would put them in their place.

He grasped the hood of the car nearest him and tossed its racing red shell towards the nearest skyscraper. “TERRORIST!” he heard someone yell from a nearby car, and so, with the greatest might, he kicked off from the ground and flew up into the air. The incantation was already prepared, now he just had to speak it.

“ATOMIKKU SENKOU!” he yelled.

A giant blast of golden ki flew from his outstretched palms, and when it touched the ground, the entire block was disintegrated in a second, leaving nothing more than a crater where it had previously stood. The copies were gone, and Crimson was feared.

Redistributed Stats:

Strength: 152
Constitution: 154
Agility: 152
Insight: 152
Technique: 152
Willpower: 152
Total: 914
Stored: 7

Zangya Wrote:The problem I found with Zangya was that she couldn't ever change realistically

Zangya Wrote:I do really enjoy writing as Crimson, though. Can I still post some of my work as him in the Workshop, just to get that urge out to play his story?

Zangya Wrote:(I was very flustered with you, Rad, when I posted that gargantuan paragraph, xD)