[@PaulHaynek]
Character sheet done. I mostly based her theme off of the fact that the picture I used was one of the only faceclaims i could find that i actually liked that still qualified as a mecha-musume.

Tell me what you think.

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Name: BU-SHI-D0 (aka Bushido)

Combat Role: Close Combat - Medium

Data Center: Wizdom - North

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→ 4 x BX-450 Rapid Oscillation (RO) Duratanium Katanas, mounted in four bespoke scabbards at Bushido’s hips. Each one vibrates at an insanely-fast rate, not unlike an electric carving knife or a vibroblade from Star Wars, enabling them to cut through Swarm like butter, and easily slice through most obstacle or armor systems without much issue. As if that wasn’t enough, the blades can be electrified to cause additional damage to a target or even take down an enemy non-lethally by hitting them with the flat of the blade. Uses 4 slots.

→ 2 x Variable Flight Units (VFUs), mounted on Bushido’s calves and feet. Resembling the antiquated wings of a Harrier jet, these are ideal for both atmsopheric and spaceflight. Bushido can rotate her calves and hips in an impossible way to lock the VFUs on her legs together with a result that looks not unlike a mermaid’s tail and orient the combined flight units in any direction, allowing her dramatically-increased speed in a single direction at a time at the expense of using her legs in combat. Uses 2 slots.

→ Full-Body Duratanium Armor Plating, sufficient to protect against most attacks in Bushido’s weight class. Uses 1 Slot.

→ 0.5-cubic-foot Repair Nanite Reserve, located in Bushido’s torso. These nanites form an advanced self-repair system, allowing Bushido to regenerate from any bodily damage by substituting themselves for damaged parts, so long as she has nanites left in the reserve. Generally, this is only sufficient to take care of moderate puncture wounds, lacerations, localized burns, minor scrapes and bruises, or one serious injury per refill.
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Personality: Bushido has a near-perfect knowledge of ancient Japanese culture. Her memory banks contain terabytes of information on things like how to perform a tea ceremony, according to eighteen different schools dedicated to teaching the subject, and how to properly make a bonsai, and how to craft an authentic katana, and how one should properly use honorifics, and what ancient anime are the best, and so on [i]ad nauseam.[/i] This knowledge is almost never actually used by her. She keeps it in her memory banks only in the vague hope that it might be useful someday, but that day has never actually come. 

She has a strong sense of justice and self-improvement (instilled by her weeb creator in an attempt to capture Japanese ideals), and a knack for art, but at the same time has crippling self-confidence issues due to years of social missteps leading to constant belittling by her peers growing up. Creeps don’t make the best A.I. programmers.

Background: Designed as more of an art piece than a child, by a blatant Old Earth culture enthusiast whose obsession was downright pathological (the ancient term was “weeaboo”), Bushido was quickly taken away from her maniac “father” and raised in the robot equivalent of a foster care system on Wizdom.

While Bushido kept her old programming, giving her an inherent appreciation for ancient Japanese culture and peerless swordsmanship, she had a serious problem growing up: She was built with an adult body, by someone who might as well be a grown teenager [i]at best[/i]. This led to numerous social missteps, as she had to effectively learn social skills and how to live in society through both special tutoring and trial-and-error.

Eventually, she managed to learn enough to be a functional adult, but the fact still remained that she had been designed with close-combat ability in mind, with milspec parts that her creator had acquired through shady means. She might as well be tailor-made to join the military. And so she decided to go through with the process and join the Wizdom armed forces, where she received proper military upgrades that augmented her strengths instead of the black-market hack-job she had before.

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"Why do you always drink green tea, anyway? The stuff doesn't even make good biofuel."

Bushido looked up from her mug of warm, green liquid. "Programming," she said curtly.

"Programming? Who would program drink preferences into their daughter?" was the incredulous reply of Snowpoint, a ranged unit specialized for arctic conditions. And Bushido's lunchmate this time.

"A crazy wannabe Old Earth anthropologist who only ever focused on the culture of a long-dead island nation."

"...[i]That[/i] was your creator?"

"Hai-I mean yes."

"Eeesh. It shows."

"I've [i]mostly[/i] outgrown my programming, but not completely. You can't even [i]comprehend[/i] how many times I've thought about having someone change a few variables so I can be done with it."

Snowpoint's face simulated going pale. More pale than she already was, anyway. "You'd go that far?"

Bushido took a long drink of tea and sighed. "It's not just the odd language quirk. I have [i]terabytes[/i] of information on this old culture in my memory banks. Nippon, it was called. Japan, to others. And don't get me wrong, it'd be nice to have in a museum somewhere, but it's just taking up space as it is. And some of it gets...weird. [i]Too[/i] weird."

"Why'd he do this to you anyway?"

Bushido looked up from her tea, looking Snowpoint in the eye. "I wasn't his daughter, to him. I was an art piece that could talk. He saw me as, and I quote, 'the perfect encapsulation of Japanese culture, immortalized in steel and personified through the female form.' He'd have me [i]do[/i] things for him, like perform an ancient tea-making ceremony and slice fabric mats with these swords of mine. And he was as happy as a small child when I did it. Until someone with a processor stepped in and took me away."

Snowpoint simply took a long look at her and swallowed, taken aback by her story. "...I see."

"So now do you see why I drink green tea?"

"Y-yes, but what does that have to do with Nippon?"

Bushido didn't know whether to be overjoyed or ticked that she had an opportunity to use her encyclopedic knowledge, but she dutifully began, "Well, you see..."
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