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[center][h2][u][color=b0d0e8]Frost[/color][/u][/h2]

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[h3][color=b0d0e8][u][b]Species[/b][/u][/color][/h3]
Android

[h3][color=b0d0e8][u][b]Gender[/b][/u][/color][/h3]
Female

[h3][color=b0d0e8][u][b]Age[/b][/u][/color][/h3]
[color=b0d0e8][i]"Don't ask."[/i][/color]

[h3][color=b0d0e8][u][b]Personality[/b][/u][/color][/h3]
Mellow and mostly stoic like the metal that makes her body, Frost is resourceful and knows how to get by without needing to look over your shoulders for Federation goonies. She isn't the kindest person ever, and is actually a little unpleasant if you're not her friend, but that's only from her habits of not trusting easily. Frost doesn't have a problem with lending a hand when it matters, but she won't help someone who won't help herself. It sounds heartless and cold, but Frost didn't get anywhere in life outside of the Federation's grip by being soft. Frost is what the white collars in the center of the galaxy would call a lawless vagrant, but all that means is she doesn't pay any mind to the government; Frost listens to her own rules, not the Federation's, and that means she's not afraid to do things just because the Federation deems them illegal, she will help people she calls her own, whether she's guilty of crimes or not. She probably would be if she were ever caught for doing something illicit, but that's why you never get caught. It's only illegal if they find you. Frost has done a lot of line-blurring things in her time, and she's not proud of everything she's been responsible for, but everything she does that threatens or offends the laws or the rest of the world is something that she does to survive. The feds don't care about Androids, so it's her only option in life.

Frost likes to chase after gain from time to time, having worked in shady environments often, she knows how to get in on word about things that go unchecked, places you can loot for every last credit, places you can steal some goods for profitable under-the-table trafficking, the usual outlaw stuff. She likes to do things honorably, contrary to what you might expect, so anyone involved in her hits, runs, jobs, heists and so on get their fair share when the sun sets. Every hand that helps lift the lid of the jar gets their own cookie afterwards. Frost lives and breathes the underside of society, out of both survival and living, there is no bragging right to be found in stepping on people already low on the totem pole when you’re trying to live another day yourself.

[color=b0d0e8][i]"I didn't get to where I am now by obeying laws and rules. No I’m my shoes does, if you trust me, I’ll make sure you’re better off for it. In my work, you get paid for running on the edge.”[/i][/color]

[h3][color=b0d0e8][u][b]Reputation[/b][/u][/color][/h3]
An outlaw at heart. Frost is known by a fair amount of people who live on the fringes of galactic civilization, the stellar frontiers, so to speak; To those people, she's just a very self-reliant Android who lends a hand every now and then, but to some Federation records that go back a little, there is an Android named Radon whose description Frost fits quite well; Accounts of government property theft, illegal asset trafficking (a fancy, bureaucratic way of saying black market dealings) and arrest evasion; No one knows this exactly, but she faked her death some unknown amount of time ago, and has been going by the name Frost since then. She tries not to get entangled with the law at the risk of those charges coming up, but everyone runs out of miles to walk someday.

[color=b0d0e8][i]"It's not the life I asked for, not the life anyone asks for, but it beats being in a federal jail for trying to survive."[/i][/color]

[h3][color=b0d0e8][u][b]History[/b][/u][/color][/h3]
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Many, many years ago, an Android crawled out of an old, ran down building in the metros of the federation. Not a scrap of anything more than metal and dirt on the old thing in the planetside night. The rickety machine stumbled to its feet as its thoughts calibrated each other, and things became clear as they do to a mind that doesn’t decay like that of flesh. An Android named Radon. Everything was foggy, but she knew that she was alive, and her own. Everything made sense but only the things around her, not behind the present moment. Radon was covered in dirt and grime evident that something just left a moldy building teeming with lotholi colonies. To this day, she can’t remember a lot. She wishes she could, but she can’t.

If androids could cough, she’d be doing that. Radon stumbled through a slum in federation territory, boarded up windows and blurry music from nightclubs passing her by as her mind still tried to grasp everything. Unfortunately, it wasn’t in time for some idiot to come stammering down the streets into her. It was late, and a human solider had just left a bar, he was walking down the sidewalk she was going down. Radon was jumpy, and it must’ve been annoying to the cocky man, he stared wide-eyed at this Android walking around naked, like it had seen a ghost. Radon was stammering down the sidewalk scared and confused while her mechanical brain was still trying to sort it out, when she ran into him quite roughly. How rude of her to disrespect a federation solider.

Radon tripped and fell, and the soldier almost fell too. 

“Hey! Better watch it you fucking idiot. Scrapyards back the way you came.” He grunted, Radon didn’t even bother listening to whatever the guy said, when she tried getting up. “You drunk or somethin’ I’m talking to you, dumb fuck.” Was he drunk. 

[color=skyblue]”S-I.. So...”[/color] Radon’s head wasn’t right, she was struggling to process what was going on. “Huh? You speak English or what?” Radon [i]was[/i] on her feet, but the soldier harassing her was acting like a pain in the ass, so naturally he shoved the poor thing down, but she grabbed his arm, pulling him back down too. 

“Hey! Fuck! Get off me!” He yelled as he kicked at her, after standing back up. His boot banging into her metal stomach. “Fucking stupid little bot. Can’t even speak English.” He took another kick at her, apparently it was fun to bully androids around here. “Scrap piece of shit!” and another kick, people were starting to take notice as they passed by. Bang, bang, bang. Somehow the kicks to her body were actually painful to Radon, how? Her uncalibrated was just now starting to grasp what was happening, a human male was beating her up and she was curled into a ball on the ground, taking it.

“Bitch!” He yelled out as people watched, no one cared. No one cared. It hurt. Bang. Bang. Bang. Stomp. 

[i]Crack.[/i]

Radon clamored to her feet and swung at the soldier like her life very much depended on it. Her brain was adjusting. She swung at him like she was clearing a table off. He fell back against the ground for a third time as people on the sidewalk gawked. He wasn’t happy about it, and he definitely didn’t like the fact that she was stomping over to him instinctually to deck him again, he pulled out a gun, a sidearm, just a little too slow to get pack another ham fisted right hook. The gun rattled around on the sidewalk, grabbing her attention. 

“Fuck!” He yelled, people began whispering as both him and Radon, who was running on fumes mentally, tripped over each other to grab the heavy looking gun, Radon fell on top of it, and the soldier she was in a tussle with bashed his boot against her side again.

“Give me back my gun you fucking d-“ 

[i]Whoosh[/i]

She grabbed it by the barrel and swung it at his knee, and it hurt like hell. He yelped as he bent over in pain, and Radon took another swing, at his doubled-over head. A loud [i]Thud[/i] as a car came to a screeching halt in the middle of the road which they had fell into. Not just any car, a federal patrol cruiser. What the hell was happening on the road?

Radon blacked out for a while, and came to her senses in a police station. They took her in for questioning. Radon was sat in a chair across from two federal policemen, but her aggressor was nowhere to be found.

[color=skyblue]”Mm. Where am I...”[/color]

“Hell, it talks after all.” 

“Yep, now listen, what in hell were you doing beating up on a federation soldier? Thought you’d get away with that, sparky?”

Naturally, they didn’t believe an Android who acted in desperate self defense, and they cuffed her to the chair she was sitting in. The gun from the incident was sitting on the table as evidence. She doesn’t remember much other than yanking on the handcuffs, shooting one of the feds, and running. That was where that memory ended.

She’s spent every waking day since then, all those years ago, running from federal agents. Living in their blind spots under the name Frost. She hid out in abandoned towns, countrysides, and safehouses all over the place, even saved up enough credits to buy a bike off some smugglers she got to know.

A rough life, sure, but hers.

No one could take that away from her.
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[h3][color=b0d0e8][u][b]Gear[/b][/u][/color][/h3][/center]


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Siber-4219 SI3: Effectively the glock of Landrunia, one of the classic sidearms most popular with federation soldiers. Holds a magazine of 13 rounds chambered in 20cal steel carbide rounds. Steady enough to dump an entire clip into someone with relative ease. It has an optimal range of roughly 50 feet. Frost is never [i]not[/i] carrying this around with a handful of mags tucked away under her belt or in her clothes.
[i]”Love this thing. Plenty of rounds, looks nice too.”[/i]

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Chrome-carbon combat knife: Frost’s trusty knife she’s carried for a long time, sharp enough to eat out of a can with, if she had a stomach. Like her gun, frost always keeps this on her.
[i]“Hey, never know when something needs a good sticking.”[/i]

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[hider=Attire]
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Visibly weathered but in decent shape, Frost’s getup echoes her rough life of not throwing things out just because they’re scuffed up.
[i]”This old things seen me through a lotta rain.”[/i]

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[hider=Transport]
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Canderain B-Model Horizoneer: A real workhorse if a hoverbike. A full 25 liter tank of fuel will get you a hundred miles, it even has a storage trunk under the seat for cargo.
[i]“Old reliable, it is. I usually slip a pirate some cash for a spot on a ship to get across the galaxy, but planetside, this old beast don’t quit.”[/i]

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[hider=Other]
753.52 federation credits. In cash.
[i]“Enough to last me a while.”[/i]

A small handheld device full of shady contacts, similar to a phone, but more like a pdf with a comms channel than anything.
[i]“Helps to know a guy for this stuff. Can’t have too many friends when you live like me.”[/i]

A notepad and a pen with scribbling sand run on sentences about a planet called “Formalis” and something about a ship.
[i]“Maybe I can scrape together a crew for it before the feds get down there.”[/i]

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