Post by Failure on Aug 7, 2017 16:42:04 GMT
Name :: Failure-64
Species :: Android
Gender :: Feminine
Age :: Three weeks
Starting Planet :: Nondescript life-bearing planet in Free Space
Appearance :: As to be expected from something that was created with the intention of being a god, Failure's body is impressive, to say the least. Her curves are wide and her face equipped with a round, soft jaw that imitates innocence despite the devil-like horns jutting from her skull. Pale is her skin and fair her complexion, leaving no signs of undernourishment, scarring, or anything that could be considered unsightly. Even curiouser is just how tender her "flesh" is. Of course, it's all artificial, but from her fleshy rump to the tips of her fingers, she has a softness and warmth that seems almost too real.
Her hair, much like her skin, seems all too real. The black waterfall of silken-smooth hair reaches nearly down to her knees, as if it had been growing the entire time she had been locked away. The ends are frayed, as expected, and the closest things to bangs she has is a small section of her hair that falls down between her horns and crosses over her face.
Despite everything she is an Android. Her eyes glow a soft red that cast a bit of color on her high cheeks, as if she's wearing a soft blush constantly. They flick between targets with absurd accuracy and never blink -- unless she wills it for whatever reason, of course. Along her chest is a series of strange, black markings that seem to be a signature of sorts. These markers are slightly raised from her skin and are hard to the touch. They burn with energy, hinting at them being the source of her power.
Typically, this Failure unit prefers a lack of armor and only opts to wear what she seems is "necessary". Given her natural durability, she scoffs at the idea of wearing layers of protective gear. What little armor she does wear is often black metal-like pieces, or modified Saiyan uniforms to better fit her body.
History :: Failure-64 was not always the way she is now. In fact, in the not so distant past, she was just your average, every-day mortal girl with nothing going for her except a cutesy face and a loving family.
Being the firstborn of the family, she took a more parental role towards her younger sister and brother, often standing in their mother's place when she was not around. Without a father in the picture, it was no surprise that she matured real quick and blossomed into a kind, but stern teenager who only wanted what was best for her family.
Though her sister was a bit more rebellious and often dreamed of becoming a fighter and other farfetched goals, the two of them were neigh inseparable. They balanced each other out nicely and often kept each other in check.
The youngest of the three, their brother, was a sickly little boy born from a different father who fled town after hearing of the baby. He tended to stick to his mother's side and often found the doting, older sisters to be a bit overwhelming. Of course, that didn't stop either of them from ooh'ing and aww'ing at him as he stumbled around the house and learned to talk.
The family own a small ranch that never really stood out within the community. Though their products were fresh and delicious, it wasn't like they were revolutionary farmers. Still, all of them had a sort of pride in what they did and bounded over hot days working the fields.
Well, it was mostly the three women working the fields while the toddler watched from the sidelines. Occasionally, the little brother would attempt to help, but that usually ended in him ripping out plants prematurely, or angering the local wildlife.
For the most part, they all lived an uneventful, modest life. It wasn't until the eldest was a young adult and the youngest a pre-teen that everything changed.
In the cover of night, while the two sisters sat outside and talked about the stars and far off planets, a pair of Androids showed up at the farm. There was no conversation, no preamble. Before either of the girls could so much as get to their feet, they were knocked unconscious and taken away.
And that is where the story of Failure-64 begins.
The farm girl remained unconscious during all of the "procedures". Everything about her was changed. Her face, her muscles, even her chest size. Whoever she had been before was nothing more than a far off memory covered in layers of artificial flesh and tissue. The only thing that remained was her voice and major organs.
When she finally came to, it was almost like being born again. Her memories scrubbed clean and any sort of identity she had was given to her by the doctor. Doctor Xavier, as he called himself.
She was never really told the details behind why her and who she was before. All she was told was that she was built to be a god. Anything less would be a failure. She was given the name "64" and most of the Doctor's attention for the better part of three months.
She quickly grew to like her circumstances, though maybe not the Doctor himself. She enjoyed being the center of his attention and liked the tests she was put through. Rather, she thoroughly enjoyed surpassing expectations given.
From what she was told, she adapted well to whatever it was he did to her. Her body responded nicely to the growing muscular system he gave her and, surprisingly, she took to martial combat far better than any of her predecessor. A quick learner, obedient servant, and overall an overwhelming success in her eyes.
Then again, how could she not be a success? She was a god. A thought that had been drilled into her mind since day one. A thought that she happily took to when shaping her personality and quirks.
But, despite her progress and clear potential, in the Doctor's eyes, things just weren't happening at the pace he wanted. Too slow. Too many errors. Not worth investing in. That was her best guess. He never warned her. Never gave any signs of disappointment. It all just... happened.
One day, he just shut her down.
The next thing she knew, she awoke to fires and distant alarms whirring in the distance. As the pod around her hissed and opened, she found herself face to face with a man. The person who destroyed her home.
Techniques ::
Offensive :: "Manus Dei" (Ki-Infused Melee [N1] -> Super Ki-Infused Melee [UP2] )
Support ::
Utility :: Flight [UT]
Special ::
Items :: 500 Zeni
>Used Pod (x1)
Species :: Android
Gender :: Feminine
Age :: Three weeks
Starting Planet :: Nondescript life-bearing planet in Free Space
Appearance :: As to be expected from something that was created with the intention of being a god, Failure's body is impressive, to say the least. Her curves are wide and her face equipped with a round, soft jaw that imitates innocence despite the devil-like horns jutting from her skull. Pale is her skin and fair her complexion, leaving no signs of undernourishment, scarring, or anything that could be considered unsightly. Even curiouser is just how tender her "flesh" is. Of course, it's all artificial, but from her fleshy rump to the tips of her fingers, she has a softness and warmth that seems almost too real.
Her hair, much like her skin, seems all too real. The black waterfall of silken-smooth hair reaches nearly down to her knees, as if it had been growing the entire time she had been locked away. The ends are frayed, as expected, and the closest things to bangs she has is a small section of her hair that falls down between her horns and crosses over her face.
Despite everything she is an Android. Her eyes glow a soft red that cast a bit of color on her high cheeks, as if she's wearing a soft blush constantly. They flick between targets with absurd accuracy and never blink -- unless she wills it for whatever reason, of course. Along her chest is a series of strange, black markings that seem to be a signature of sorts. These markers are slightly raised from her skin and are hard to the touch. They burn with energy, hinting at them being the source of her power.
Typically, this Failure unit prefers a lack of armor and only opts to wear what she seems is "necessary". Given her natural durability, she scoffs at the idea of wearing layers of protective gear. What little armor she does wear is often black metal-like pieces, or modified Saiyan uniforms to better fit her body.
History :: Failure-64 was not always the way she is now. In fact, in the not so distant past, she was just your average, every-day mortal girl with nothing going for her except a cutesy face and a loving family.
Being the firstborn of the family, she took a more parental role towards her younger sister and brother, often standing in their mother's place when she was not around. Without a father in the picture, it was no surprise that she matured real quick and blossomed into a kind, but stern teenager who only wanted what was best for her family.
Though her sister was a bit more rebellious and often dreamed of becoming a fighter and other farfetched goals, the two of them were neigh inseparable. They balanced each other out nicely and often kept each other in check.
The youngest of the three, their brother, was a sickly little boy born from a different father who fled town after hearing of the baby. He tended to stick to his mother's side and often found the doting, older sisters to be a bit overwhelming. Of course, that didn't stop either of them from ooh'ing and aww'ing at him as he stumbled around the house and learned to talk.
The family own a small ranch that never really stood out within the community. Though their products were fresh and delicious, it wasn't like they were revolutionary farmers. Still, all of them had a sort of pride in what they did and bounded over hot days working the fields.
Well, it was mostly the three women working the fields while the toddler watched from the sidelines. Occasionally, the little brother would attempt to help, but that usually ended in him ripping out plants prematurely, or angering the local wildlife.
For the most part, they all lived an uneventful, modest life. It wasn't until the eldest was a young adult and the youngest a pre-teen that everything changed.
In the cover of night, while the two sisters sat outside and talked about the stars and far off planets, a pair of Androids showed up at the farm. There was no conversation, no preamble. Before either of the girls could so much as get to their feet, they were knocked unconscious and taken away.
And that is where the story of Failure-64 begins.
The farm girl remained unconscious during all of the "procedures". Everything about her was changed. Her face, her muscles, even her chest size. Whoever she had been before was nothing more than a far off memory covered in layers of artificial flesh and tissue. The only thing that remained was her voice and major organs.
When she finally came to, it was almost like being born again. Her memories scrubbed clean and any sort of identity she had was given to her by the doctor. Doctor Xavier, as he called himself.
She was never really told the details behind why her and who she was before. All she was told was that she was built to be a god. Anything less would be a failure. She was given the name "64" and most of the Doctor's attention for the better part of three months.
She quickly grew to like her circumstances, though maybe not the Doctor himself. She enjoyed being the center of his attention and liked the tests she was put through. Rather, she thoroughly enjoyed surpassing expectations given.
From what she was told, she adapted well to whatever it was he did to her. Her body responded nicely to the growing muscular system he gave her and, surprisingly, she took to martial combat far better than any of her predecessor. A quick learner, obedient servant, and overall an overwhelming success in her eyes.
Then again, how could she not be a success? She was a god. A thought that had been drilled into her mind since day one. A thought that she happily took to when shaping her personality and quirks.
But, despite her progress and clear potential, in the Doctor's eyes, things just weren't happening at the pace he wanted. Too slow. Too many errors. Not worth investing in. That was her best guess. He never warned her. Never gave any signs of disappointment. It all just... happened.
One day, he just shut her down.
The next thing she knew, she awoke to fires and distant alarms whirring in the distance. As the pod around her hissed and opened, she found herself face to face with a man. The person who destroyed her home.
Techniques ::
Offensive :: "Manus Dei" (Ki-Infused Melee [N1] -> Super Ki-Infused Melee [UP2] )
Support ::
Utility :: Flight [UT]
Special ::
Items :: 500 Zeni
>Used Pod (x1)
