Cain

[Kazuya]

Name: Cain

Race: Android

Starting Planet: Earth

Fighting Style: Though programmed with traditional Tae Kwon Do knowledge, he never achieved much in the ways of technique. His programmer may've had little knowledge of the art, or had little time to fine tune it. Cain's an instinctual fighter, and without programming of proper combat etiquette he's considered dirty. A kick in the crotch kinda fighter.

Appearance:
Due to either lack of social programming or medication Cain has trouble expressing emotions. His face is usually blank, though forced smiles and haunted, sad eyes sometimes dawn it.

He was created in the image of Da Vinci's Vetruvian man. He often wear's white T-shirts with woolen overcoats the likes of which would be found in second hand shops en-mass, usually of the color black. Loose fit blue jeans ride belted at hip height. It's all worn as a simplistic interpretation and in admiration of artists.

Personality: Cain is a standard individual, easily mistaken for a sad human. Optimistic attributes sometimes show but are often shadowed by severe depression. He doesn't understand the reasoning behind being a flawed creation, and seeks answers for questions that are never of the norm.

He admires humans as creators and also as beings, but doubts their morals. Schizophrenia limits his contact with society, leaving him a studious husk of an individual: Often listening, speaking on rare occasions.

Biography: Cain is an Earthling by origin as far as knowledge allows. Not much is known of him or by him. A base in the Blue Ridges houses a computer that acts as provider and parental unit for the android. The medication required to sustain sanity appears in a syringe beneath the screen in a room all too similar to a padded cell.

Upon activation these events followed.

"Greetings." The words were audible within the little room reminiscent of a padded cell. On a screen six feet across and four high the characters of the word appeared in succession, green; the color of a summer climate's grass. Beneath the screen was a square indention six inches deep, and six across. A plastic window with a handle sat in place over the opening.

"Who I am is not important. Who you are however, is. You are Cain. Say it with me."

"Cain," Pausing, the android's brow furrowed. He glanced at his nude frame and frowned. "Why am I naked?"

"Your mind is already beginning to process situation and decency."

"Yes."

"How do you desire to appear?"

He thought for a moment, brows crinkling again. "As the poor artisan." And then he smiled.

An electric crackle sounded and the opening below the screen blazed brilliant aquamarine-white. It coalesced to form matter, a similar colored capsule taking shape in the center. The light ceased and it fell with a tinkle to the bottom of the window.

"Your clothes are inside. "

As Cain opened the window an overwhelming sadness took him. "What is this feeling? Why do I desire to be deactivated?"

There was a silence and then more words appeared, resounding in the bleak chamber as the walls reflected bright jade green. "Your body will be eternally healthy. Conversely your mind will never be completely well. It is psychosis. You will be this way forever. There is no cure. The programming is irreversible. If you perish here you will not cease to be, but begin existing in another plane."

Cain depressed the button atop the pinky sized blue cylinder and tossed it a foot away. There was a resounding poof and a wardrobe appeared. He dressed in what would be become ritual silence, pulling a white shirt over his head and jeans over his legs. He belt the pants in place, and put on the black overcoat, buttoning it across the midsection.

The figure grimaced in final realization. "If I must live what shall I do?"

"That is ultimately your decision. But I may aid in the development."

Starting Moves:


Mimic: This technique consists of an ability to replicate any sound or compilation of.

If possible for storyline purposes:
Though an ability available to Namekian's, androids such as the villian Cell have had this technique. Regeneration: A Namekian gene was used in Cain's makeup to cause regeneration, extending life expectancy. It's part of his purgatory/physical perfection to be forever well but mentally ill.

Ice control: The ability to control the extreme cold side of the temperature spectrum. Able to throw chilled ki. Useful for freezing water sources to walk across.