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ANOTHER LIFE FILLED WITH PARTS. CIRCUIT BOARDS, CONNECTING HEARTS. NOSTALGIA FOR THE FUTURE. WE'RE PLAYING GOD.𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴
Charlize Cousineau.
𝙶𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁
Female.
𝙰𝙶𝙴
Twenty One.
𝙳𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙱𝙸𝚁𝚃𝙷
February 6th, 1999.
𝙲 𝙰 𝚂 𝙴 𝙸 𝙽 𝙵 𝙾 𝚁 𝙼 𝙰 𝚃 𝙸 𝙾 𝙽
𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴
Charlize is very petite, standing just over five feet tall, and weighing less than one hundred pounds on a good day. She has dark brown doe eyes set deep in pearl toned skin. Her dark brown hair is kept curly and short, resting right at her shoulders. Being jailed at The Daedalus Corporation has left little room for manicuring outside of the basic washing, but Charlize remembers a time where she was very into her makeup and hair, and even fashion.
𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚈
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick..Tick...The sound of the upstairs kitchen clock had drove the man completely insane. He had murdered his daughter in a fit of rage, gave her a warning shot straight into her chest.
"Charlize?" the man whimpered, leaning over his only daughter. She wasn't breathing, her already soft tone was disappearing, her skin becoming ice to the touch.
"Charlie, Charlie speak to me." The man became angered, blaming her for sneaking into the house, and for sneaking out of the house in the first place. Why would she have done that? She knew it was wrong, she knew it was not the right type of thing to do in the neighborhood they lived in. Why?
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The clock kept on.The man ripped the clock off the wall, as it continued to tick in his hands.
"I must save her!" he sobbed, putting the clock underneath his arm as he approached his daughter's limp body. He took her by the arm and dragged her. Why was a dead body so heavy? Her blood soaked the wooden floors in a deep crimson line. The man pulled and dragged, sobbing. He let her body hit every basement step as he pulled her down into his workshop. His workshop served as the area where he fixed junk items, and found refuge when his wife had left him 10 years ago. He leaned down and hoisted her body up onto the table with all his might, his tears and harsh words filling the dim room, and the next door neighbor's bedroom.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The clock kept on."Damn you, you stupid bitch!" the man yelled at the clock, throwing it across the room into a pile of his hoarded trash. He ran over to his tool shelf, grabbing saws, drills and parts alike. He was insane. He was desperate. An hour went by at the very least as he worked and worked with his daughter, his only child. Her body made up of machine parts, and mangled organs but her face remained the same, those doe eyes stared back at him as he worked.
"God damn you!" he screamed, why did she keep staring at him? The neighbors became more curious, and called the police.
"I think Charles Cousineau is drinking again." they said, and the dispatcher knew. They had been there many times before. Eventually police swarmed the house. Arresting Charles for the murder of his daughter. The smell of whiskey on his lips. The smell of fear on his heart.
"What kind of sick bastard would do this?" the chief asked, in the living room of the Cousineau house. The silence was the answer. No one knew.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The clock kept on.Charlize could hear the clock in the corner of the room. Her eyes opened as the pain swept over her body.
"Help" her voice rasped out, barely a whisper.
"Help me" she called. The sound of the clock overpowering her voice, even though it was just a faint sound. Charlie stared at the ceiling in the dim basement. Her body parts felt heavy, her memories hazy and incomplete. She found enough strength to knock a tool off the table. It was enough to alert the police upstairs, and before she knew it she was being rushed to the Daedalus Corporation Center. She belonged there now, away from normal humans, away from the past she knew. In time she began to learn how to live again, not very well, but she was learning.
In what felt like a debt to Daedalus Corp. for saving her, she pledged she would help any way she could, and takes orders from whoever gives them to her. After a just a couple years under this rule, and speaking to fellow
inmates that were jailed there like her, her tune has changed around. Though she is grateful for them keeping her alive, this wasn't a life that was worth living.
𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈
It may be a mix of programming and last grasp's of her humanity, but Charlize is overall a very kind and soft spoken person. She finds what she remembers as happiness and joy in the small things in life, despite her lack there of. She is very independent, not relying on anyone to get her daily tasks and missions done. She works better with praise and reward, and doesn't take too well to negative reinforcement. Nocturnal and restless, Charlize rarely rests- pacing, humming, or figuring something out constantly.
𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙲𝙴𝙳𝚄𝚁𝙴𝚂
Re-wired what her father had destroyed and left mangled. They made her "alive" once more, replacing parts with titanium structure, and [REDACTED] as issued by Daedalus Corporation. Some used car parts here and there, a melted down children's swing set too.
𝙼𝙾𝙳𝙸𝙵𝙸𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂
Charlize has been found extremely useful for creating and making the resources for bio-fueling. She is able to mass produce plant and plant-derived materials quicker and more efficiently than any human. Besides this objective, her integrated parts have made most human needs not as necessary. Things such as hunger, bladder control, hygiene, energy, fun and social interactions are not as important to her everyday life.
𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚂
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Song Bird: Always humming, whistling or singing a tune.
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Green Thumb: Loves gardening, and researching different plant life.
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Tinkerer: Can take items apart and put them together, most of the time.
𝙱 𝙴 𝚃 𝚆 𝙴 𝙴 𝙽 𝚃 𝙷 𝙴 𝙻 𝙸 𝙽 𝙴 𝚂
𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚅𝙰𝙻𝚄𝙴 𝙼𝙾𝚂𝚃? 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙼𝙾𝚂𝚃 𝙰𝙵𝚁𝙰𝙸𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴?
I value what is left of my human body, my memories that sometime slip in to view and the feeling of true emotion that I can't stop. When tears fall from my eyes, I am grateful for it means that there is a little bit of me still left inside. I'm most afraid to lose those tears, those memories, the butterflies for when I feel most alive. When those are gone, I might as well be gone too.
𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾 𝙳𝙾, 𝙱𝙴𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴𝙽?
I loved being outside on a warmer summer night, in the middle of the city life back home. I used to dance the night away with my friends, we'd laugh until our stomachs hurt. We'd fall in love with someone for the night and then never speak of them again. I miss that.
𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃?
To break free, regain a real life. The corporation gave me my life back, and I thank them for that- but this is not the life a second chance deserves. I want to get out and never look behind me. If the others want to seek revenge, by all means I support them but for me, I want to forget all of this ever happened. I just want to forget this to make room for the memories to come.
𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁
VIKTORIA MODESTA - PROTOTYPEI AIN'T ANOTHER PROJECT
I'M JUST MESSING WITH YOUR LOGIC
I'M PROGRESSIVE, NOT AGGRESSIVE
I'M A PROTOTYPE
