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Lord Zee
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Its done, for the most part. I may tweak the appearance if I ever find a pic I like.
Name: T3-073
AKA: '(Anything as long as he knows he's being addressed)', Kaite('Kite')
Age: 3 (appears 14-18 (Mentally 30ish))
Race
Faction: Marauder, Children of Aylv
Role in Team?: Weapons Expert, chef (Licensed for operations in most ship-side weaponry, piloting/navigations and even small-arms training...but arguably good reasons were found to disallow this)
Weapon(s) : 'Sandcastle' Custom PWD (12 round clip .45 acp) often holstered on left thigh.
Star-fighter?: Licensed to fly and engage combat maneuvers, let alone basic navigations and landings. Not in possession of a ship.
Family/Relationship?:
Other:
- Kaite speaks vith zeh slightest ouf accents vhich I intend to inflict upon readers.
- Has an assigned room, though doesn't often use it in favor of unconventional spaces like broom closets
AKA: '(Anything as long as he knows he's being addressed)', Kaite('Kite')
Age: 3 (appears 14-18 (Mentally 30ish))
Race
'The Children of Aylv', 'The Lost Boys', 'Space Rats'...
Roughly ten years ago, these names surfaced on the news following reports of acclaim regarding the successes of the Triganavia corporation. Their 'new-man' project, this creature that could survive hostile conditions and trauma, all based on the exposure of their pharmaceutical end. Making human clones wasn't enough, it was about the 99.5% accuracy in their treatments. After pushs from military backers to produce something more substantial than a morally questionable ration supplement, strides were taken to enhance and test the intelligence of their specimens to serve on front lines in measures to rival simple artificial intelligence. This challenge was taken farther than expected as the specimens were edged on with no actual goal, mostly to see how far beyond human limitations technology and science could reach without the chains of limitation.
It only took Triganavia three years before their security couldn't keep up with the creations who had learned to 'play dumb' and even 'play defective' after trial and error. What humanity saw as failure, these 'Children of Aylv' knew as exploitation.
A clock ticked over to 3:50pm and the revolution was born. Triganavia was dismantled overnight as two batches of one-hundred with fifty being in formidable condition incited a collective uprising against those who would otherwise use them for cosmetics, medical testing and meat supplements.
In a statement against humanity, after years of piracy after utilizing the escape pods to inhabit and take down other ships, the 'Children of Aylv' pried the remains of Triganavia from Mars, adding their birthplace to a hive which they call 'The Spire'.
This citadel was made from hobbling together a few light-speed capable crafts with shield-integration, it is likely to drift in the Terran neighboring clusters, though its whereabouts are widely unknown. The established fear is in the stolen genetics technology in their possession which they call 'The Nightmare Machine' for its use to create abominations who serve most roles. In these ten years, few actual sightings of the fifty or so Aylvs have been made...or the survivors of raids are reluctant to speak of it.
Roughly ten years ago, these names surfaced on the news following reports of acclaim regarding the successes of the Triganavia corporation. Their 'new-man' project, this creature that could survive hostile conditions and trauma, all based on the exposure of their pharmaceutical end. Making human clones wasn't enough, it was about the 99.5% accuracy in their treatments. After pushs from military backers to produce something more substantial than a morally questionable ration supplement, strides were taken to enhance and test the intelligence of their specimens to serve on front lines in measures to rival simple artificial intelligence. This challenge was taken farther than expected as the specimens were edged on with no actual goal, mostly to see how far beyond human limitations technology and science could reach without the chains of limitation.
It only took Triganavia three years before their security couldn't keep up with the creations who had learned to 'play dumb' and even 'play defective' after trial and error. What humanity saw as failure, these 'Children of Aylv' knew as exploitation.
A clock ticked over to 3:50pm and the revolution was born. Triganavia was dismantled overnight as two batches of one-hundred with fifty being in formidable condition incited a collective uprising against those who would otherwise use them for cosmetics, medical testing and meat supplements.
In a statement against humanity, after years of piracy after utilizing the escape pods to inhabit and take down other ships, the 'Children of Aylv' pried the remains of Triganavia from Mars, adding their birthplace to a hive which they call 'The Spire'.
This citadel was made from hobbling together a few light-speed capable crafts with shield-integration, it is likely to drift in the Terran neighboring clusters, though its whereabouts are widely unknown. The established fear is in the stolen genetics technology in their possession which they call 'The Nightmare Machine' for its use to create abominations who serve most roles. In these ten years, few actual sightings of the fifty or so Aylvs have been made...or the survivors of raids are reluctant to speak of it.
Androgynous, Kaite stands at a physically unimposing 5'3. A small black tattoo of T4-073 is printed into the left side of his neck which his hair covers. His hair is sheen with what seems like white but fades to a light blonde as the hair length continues; the follicles holding a mild bioluminescence. It holds a slight wave to it and is usually worn about 6-7 wavy inches long, covering an eye. From that protrudes long bunny ears with similarly colored fur, though the short hair is mainly white with little bioluminescence. The bushy fluff of his tail shares these qualities. Heterochromatic eyes, with a similar glow as his hair, leave the left amber and the right a brilliant sapphire, though this is obscured by an eyepatch which they alternate between eyes. This relays sensor diagnostics and trajectory, flourishing in the waves of aim assists granted by simple objective input. This input is fed through Kaite's eyepatch...though he simply looks on with the HUD listing irrelevant information.
Kaite's taste in clothes is a tad eccentric and often accentuate his slim figure. (example with mid-thigh stockings and knee-high boots)
Kaite's taste in clothes is a tad eccentric and often accentuate his slim figure. (example with mid-thigh stockings and knee-high boots)
Faction: Marauder, Children of Aylv
Role in Team?: Weapons Expert, chef (Licensed for operations in most ship-side weaponry, piloting/navigations and even small-arms training...but arguably good reasons were found to disallow this)
There were five of us, and I suppose I am the oldest, now. We were made with no purpose, cooked up just to show it could be done. Rigorous training and even sleepless nights of tasking built us up for some unseen goal. I could only wonder why, as speaking wasn't allowed outside of tests and punishment for noncompliance was doled out the same way regardless of the offence. Thankfully, I only had to be beaten senseless to understand my design wasn't to offer suggestions.
Whoever the display was for did not seem particularly impressed by us as three of my brothers died from health complications. The fourth started with chewing his nails, though his appetite...changed. By the time the guards came in response to the sounds coming from our cell, I had already choked the life out of the creature who my brother became.
Then it was me.
I was assumed defective, what with the murder and all, and Doctor Jericho sold me to a suicide squad bound for who knew where. Likely, they didn't know, either, but it was made clear that I had little say in how badly my previous keepers wanted to be rid of me.
This 'Raymond' has been nice enough, though I have a feeling that he does not like me as I have been mostly assigned to cook for him and the crew. Though it is a necessity for survival to have sustenance, I hope I can have a chance to be more useful.
Whoever the display was for did not seem particularly impressed by us as three of my brothers died from health complications. The fourth started with chewing his nails, though his appetite...changed. By the time the guards came in response to the sounds coming from our cell, I had already choked the life out of the creature who my brother became.
Then it was me.
I was assumed defective, what with the murder and all, and Doctor Jericho sold me to a suicide squad bound for who knew where. Likely, they didn't know, either, but it was made clear that I had little say in how badly my previous keepers wanted to be rid of me.
This 'Raymond' has been nice enough, though I have a feeling that he does not like me as I have been mostly assigned to cook for him and the crew. Though it is a necessity for survival to have sustenance, I hope I can have a chance to be more useful.
On paper, '073' has a violent streak of disproportionate tendencies where they could come off confrontational and hostile. In all actuality, '073' is conditioned to be fairly timid and polite, if anything. With little social experience to base interactions on, 073 tries to compose himself to in order to accommodate their disposition.
He is caring and determined, though distant and vicious if there should be an upset in his goals. Limitations to cells or testing chambers has dulled his perspective of reality, and the world outside of the walls fascinates him to no end.
In spite of their otherwise composed and even innocent demeanor, Kaite is a fear-biter and won't hesitate to defend himself and any others he deems worth it. Fickle as his temperament can be, he seeks direction and a frightened animal is best had on your side than left to roam free. Kaite does what hes told, often to the letter. Skittish around robots.
He is compassionate and caring, though objectively so...almost to the point of it seeming disingenuous at times, which it may very well be.
Much of 'His' disposition is disgustingly skewed and based off racial disposition, especially directed towards humanity. Without the common grounds of his free brethren, 'Kaite' has faded into an estranged religion invented by the Aylv.
'Distant Fish' is the name which they have given what they had supposedly seen within emotional turmoil and time spent staring into the one-way windows of their enclosures. Strangely, this behavior is shared throughout his kind, even years after the founders of the faith faded into obscurity...and without outside influence or contact.
He is caring and determined, though distant and vicious if there should be an upset in his goals. Limitations to cells or testing chambers has dulled his perspective of reality, and the world outside of the walls fascinates him to no end.
In spite of their otherwise composed and even innocent demeanor, Kaite is a fear-biter and won't hesitate to defend himself and any others he deems worth it. Fickle as his temperament can be, he seeks direction and a frightened animal is best had on your side than left to roam free. Kaite does what hes told, often to the letter. Skittish around robots.
He is compassionate and caring, though objectively so...almost to the point of it seeming disingenuous at times, which it may very well be.
Much of 'His' disposition is disgustingly skewed and based off racial disposition, especially directed towards humanity. Without the common grounds of his free brethren, 'Kaite' has faded into an estranged religion invented by the Aylv.
'Distant Fish' is the name which they have given what they had supposedly seen within emotional turmoil and time spent staring into the one-way windows of their enclosures. Strangely, this behavior is shared throughout his kind, even years after the founders of the faith faded into obscurity...and without outside influence or contact.
Weapon(s) : 'Sandcastle' Custom PWD (12 round clip .45 acp) often holstered on left thigh.
Star-fighter?: Licensed to fly and engage combat maneuvers, let alone basic navigations and landings. Not in possession of a ship.
Family/Relationship?:
Other:
- Kaite speaks vith zeh slightest ouf accents vhich I intend to inflict upon readers.
- Has an assigned room, though doesn't often use it in favor of unconventional spaces like broom closets