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Mar 14, 2023 3:11:16 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2023 3:11:16 GMT -5
Name - Z1R-C0N, Android IV
Gender - Female
Age - 23
Starting Planet - Earth
Race - Android with Human Base
Transformation Path - Perfect Machine
Racial Traits - Undetectable, Repairable, Endurance
Items - One-Time Use Space Pod
Fighting Style - Brawler
Faction - Red Ribbon (Army)
Sexuality - Bisexual
Appearance - All in all, Zircon is considered a beauty. A femme fatale with an enchanting but dark and hostile aura. She's easily spotted among the crowd - a lion-like mane of thick, long curls is her most distinguishing mark. Hair in the color of blood is falling past her waist, shining, smooth, and clearly well-maintained. Zircon takes good care of her appearance and it shows, with her locks being her pride. Distinct features of her face aren't easy to miss either. A pair of sharp, piercing silver eyes adorned with black eyelashes, a small nose, full lips with a mole under the left corner, evenly arched eyebrows, mocking smirk. She's not a stranger to makeup or nail polish, preferring elegant silver jewelry that matches her looks. Her taste in refined, black clothing is fueled by her devotion to the gothic aesthetic - and she uses it to the fullest with her corsets, high-heeled boots, fishnets, lace, leather, and studs. It's also very practical as it's hard to see bloodstains on black fabric - even if she doesn't mind splatters of red all over her.
The air around her screams attitude. Her height is only an illusion - Zircon is barely 5'4 tall, making up for it with her love for high-heeled shoes that elevate her to 5'8 - and even if she's on the shorter side, she's still looking down on everybody. Unfortunately for others, she carries herself with contempt, sarcasm, and sophisticated savagery, while also simply enjoying being a woman. She's very curvy, with an alluring hourglass figure, knowing how to move and what to wear to emphasize her feminity. Yet, the most inhuman feature of this android is her white, bleached skin. Not pale, not fair, she's white as porcelain with grey metallic lines embedded in her body, marking the places where she was taken apart. When it comes to her build, despite her curves she possesses an uncanny balance that gives her every movement grace and confidence. Her physique might be delicate in a way but she doesn't need many muscles to dismember a person - though being fit always helps. Not many expect a defenseless woman to bite back.
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Personality - Zircon is a force to be reckoned with - as her delicate and curvy frame is filled to the brim with a seething, stubborn attitude. Fragile like a bomb, that one. Sassy, sarcastic, fickle with a firey temper... Passive-aggressive to a fault, she has no regard toward any life, killing for sport. She doesn't care about people and their feelings, offending them as easily as she breathes, and she quite enjoys being creative with her insults. With her stunning face, striking presence, and elegant gestures she's a modern dignified lady - it doesn't matter if she's taking a walk or butchering her targets, she has to show class - and what's a rose without some thorns? Though if that parallel was the truth, she'd be a poisonous flower with petals burning like raw fire.
She has anger issues. Big ones. Cursing, yelling, kicking, punching, destroying anything that she stumbles on, killing like it's nothing anyone that bumps into her. No chill here. Oh, she can be loud, profanities are poetry in her mouth and she's singing the most threatening songs possible. Zircon's rage comes as easily as it leaves and it's no wonder why others walk on eggshells around her. A bit cynical, salty android, plus a dash of cruelty and selfishness. Her character is as fickle and as whimsical as it can be - and yet it's still abstract to most people. A thing that didn't bother her yesterday can cause a fit of anger the very next day that will end with the devastation of the nearby area. She can be quiet, drowning in her thoughts, ignoring everything else... And in the next minute, a whisper too loud can lead to her slashing someone's throat. There's no rhyme or reason in her behavior, she's a chaotic, capricious force that does whatever the hell she wants. Still, she gets the assassin job done well. Her supervisors love sending her to threaten people because she's effective and easily makes them fear for their lives. No, she's not stable in any way.
As weird as it sounds she also possesses high self-esteem, knowing very well how attractive she is. Zircon enjoys that, taking care of her looks and she can be flirty without malice or cruel intentions behind it. It all depends on her mood and she's as moody and temperamental as a summer hurricane... So that's a risky gambit. Most of the time she prefers to be left alone, being annoyed by people and their pettiness, hating nosy individuals and empty words. There's no way she could get along with anyone, she doesn't even want to try and see the point in interactions. Maybe as a Perfect Machine, she is better than everyone... She likes to think that but the idea gives her mixed feelings.
Anyway, killing is her venting of choice. She likes it and she's good at it, what's there more to say? Maybe she doesn't toy with her targets too much or doesn't torture them, being quick and efficient - but she likes it messy with bloodstains everywhere. Lowkey a psycho that doesn't need a reason to butcher the first person that she sees. When Zircon's pissed she takes more time to finish people off and because life has no meaning in her eyes anymore, she doesn't care who or what she slaughters. Important businessman? Kids? An old grandma? A buff guy that thought that groping her was a good idea? They all die too easily...
Deep down she's tired, resigned, and upset to her core. Being fully aware that she's an android that's being controlled, not being able to oppose her creators... It's just a nightmare. Zircon can't break free from their influence, and cannot even kill herself because that's against her programming. She's a slave, an assassin that caters to every whim of those above her. The system also makes it impossible for her to say anything about her condition - if the RR decides that she needs to kill her only friend she will do so by acting like it's her own decision, mocking the person she holds dear, and then kill them with cold blood just like that... Even if she never wished to do so.
On the outside, she's a faithful subject to the Red Ribbon who can be a little critical about the organization she works for but never goes against it verbally or physically. But on the inside? Zircon dreams about slaughtering them all in their sleep, splattering blood and innards around them just to sate the anger that's raging inside her.
History - Around ten years ago a certain man was hired by Red Ribbon Organization as a low-class researcher. He worked diligently, quickly rising in ranks, and thanks to that he could provide for his family, gaining respect and trust from his supervisors. There was just one thing they didn't know about him...
That man was a spy.
Tasked with gathering intel on any suspicious activity, for years he was sending vital data to government officials. It was a matter of international safety, it was a work for the greater good. He was right for the job but he wasn't perfect - unknowingly to him the RR started to notice the oddity in his behavior and once it was proven that this man was a traitor, it was the end. Alongside his family, he was captured and hidden in the most obscure laboratories in the headquarters. To make sure to set the example and avoid similar situations in the future, there wasn't a soul spared. The distant family, uncles, aunts, siblings, they all were taken in... And killing them just like that would be a waste of material that could be remade into something better. Something... Flawless.
Not everyone survived the experiments. After all, the creation of an android using a human base isn't the easiest project. Those who made it had their memory wiped clean and new programming installed. They were now strangers, knowing nothing about their unjust past, cruel future, or the fact that their relatives were walking by them in the office's corridor. With their new identities, they were tasked with various assignments and chores around the headquarters, starting with paperwork and ending with assassinations.
Z1R-C0N was created this way. Who she was - the daughter, sister, niece, grandchild - it didn't matter. The only thing important was that the teenage girl was successfully remade into an android. They cut her flesh open putting wires between her blood vessels. Operated on her innards to enhance their functions, replacing organic parts with synthetic ones. They cracked open her skull to implant futuristic chips inside her brain and installed a pump that distributed a special solution through her modified body, creating a second heartbeat. They improved her bones with metal, and they changed anything and everything they could, creating a perfect android... And with her pretty face, they decided that she'd be the ideal assassin. Seductive to make people lower their guard, with a small frame to avoid suspicion, and finally, deadly with her newly created strength. That's how a fifteen-year-old android girl started her rigorous training at RR headquarters, learning how to kill people.
Soon it was clear that something was wrong. Zircon was a violent soul, mercilessly attacking her opponents and slaughtering them to get a taste of blood. She was amazing at her work, quickly mastering the craft of taking the target's life... But her character was becoming troubling with her outburst of unprovoked anger, petty mockery, and threatening attitude. Left unattended she would wreak havoc in the area unless instructed otherwise. She battered workers with a chair, killed people with her hands, stole important papers, damaged equipment, and was actively finding every creative way around the direct orders to make it hard for everyone around her.
Because she was aware.
Zircon might have not remembered her past - all she knew was that something didn't work right with the programming they have installed in her head. Maybe there was an error or a bug or... Whatever. She was aware of everything. The obedience and loyalty towards RR weren't something that she chose, it was forced on her. The future was already planned for her, her tasks assigned without her agreement - because she was just an android. She was meant to be compliant. To be a slave. She never took their words as a suggestion or pleasant guidance, no - it was an order. An absolute order. And Zircon hated being ordered around. Whatever they said, she had to follow even if every inch of her being was screaming that she opposes them. Her mouth was sealed about the cruel brainwashing practice but she was aware of everything. Of being a puppet like any other android created by Red Ribbon...
Oh, that made her so bitter and resentful that she was cursing them every waking hour. It also was the very same reason why her temper grew only fiercer with time, why she took a liking to blood, and why whenever she could, she tried to make it hard for her supervisors. A girl needs to vent her emotions, right? It wasn't the healthiest way but it was effective and did wonders. Maybe if she'd get lucky, she would do decent damage to that damned organization... All this pent-up anger, hate, and hopelessness about her situation were also used to kill people. Zircon found something satisfying within the brilliant crimson ichor. It made her feel better to vent this way, the world seemed less awful. There was no meaning to a life of slavery - the one she was sentenced to - so why not have some fun? Too bad that her definition of fun was classified as a crime by everyone else but whatever. Not like the RR would let their best assassin get caught so easily so to spite them, Zircon was being risky, she was being chaotic, fickle, and unjust. The whole wide world could go fuck itself in her opinion - she hated everything and everyone, period.
The supervisors found that part of her charming. They didn't try to fix her attitude or killing tendencies, seeing her as not only an assassin but a perfect person to threaten others. To send a message. To remind them what RR could do to them... Well, the low-ranking personnel had to deal with her tantrums so the higher-ups didn't exactly care.
As the years passed they added more improvements to Zircon's body, helping her polish her skills and learn new crafts. She was excellent at her work even if the clean-up was difficult. They even gave her a substitute for freedom which was like salt rubbed into an open wound. She could go whenever she pleased, having enough money to live comfortably and buy whatever she would ever want or need. Like a regular human, huh... She was allowed to settle down, have a family, friends, and a mundane daily life. There wasn't anything against her getting another work, acting as a civilian if she'd only want to. In a way maybe it was some twisted mercy in their eyes - but at the same time, they loved to remind her that one word from the supervisors would end her family's life - with her own hands as a killing weapon.
They still had her on a very short leash, being able to call her and order her around anytime they wanted.
And people wonder why Zircon has so many issues.
Techniques
[C1OT1] Razoredge Wires - Zircon's signature move. She creates a long, thin, metallic-like thread out of her energy, in fact, there are ten of them. Each wire is connected to the tip of her fingers. They are razor sharp, flexible, and deadly, cutting through solid matter with ease - and she's a master at using them in a fight.
If the attack lands with a maximum of 10% deducted, the limb it hits will be amputated! - 2% bleed damage added per turn.
[OT1] Bombard Kicks - Her pretty legs aren't only for show, no. This android is quite a gymnast and can easily attack with a series of three high kicks, each of them having an impact as strong as a cannonball. And the fact that Zircon wears only high-heeled boots with iron soles only adds to the damage.
[ST1] Areo-Tactic - Using the energy output installed in her body, Zircon can create a small anti-gravity field around herself which allows her to fly and soar in the sky.
[ST1] Energy Detection - It's hard to tell if this ability was installed by RRA or if Zircon developed it on her own. She can pick up any signature in the area, describing the power level of those nearby with cold calculations to deem them worthy of her attention or not.
[ST1] Succubi Algorithm - Several special chips were placed inside her brain to control the level of pheromones in Zircon's body. The level of those is... High. That means, despite her fickle nature and unpleasant behavior there's a very peculiar charm about her. It makes her more appealing in the eyes of anyone who is attracted to the fairer sex.
Roleplay Sample
Warning - gore
The old warehouse in the harbor was a shady and dark place - perfect for a secret meeting between thugs who started to act a little too bravely lately. The smuggled weapons and drugs weren't anything big or threatening to the RR - still, it would be troublesome if things could leak out. Why and how were they involved, she didn't care, an order was an order. Someone felt cheeky it seems... And it was time Zircon slapped their wrist. Oh, she has been taking her time reprimanding them, she was in bad mood the whole day so she needed it. Some screams will surely lift her spirits, right? The camouflaged car parked in front of the old doors was occupied by a couple of RR workers who were meant to oversee Zircon's mission. They weren't here for help, no - only for the clean-up. That's why they knew better than to walk on her while she was doing her job.
"You crazy, crazy bitch..." cursed a hateful but weak tone, the words like a whisper echoing through the space inside the warehouse.
"Boo-hoo~," a low, feminine voice mocked his whining. With a gentle clatter of her heels, Zircon walked around the spacious area, her energy threads elegantly flowing behind her. She was humming, in a better mood now. The ground was soaking with blood and there was a crimson stain on her cheek. The whole place reeked of rust, salt, soil, and ichor. The warehouse was already old, musty, smelling of time - and now the cracked floor tiles were sticky with redness. The fresh corpses were scattered around like fallen leaves and her delighted humming felt so ominous in the stillness. Only one person was alive - well, more or less. A middle-aged, heavily tattoed man was kneeling in a pool of blood, desperately holding onto what was left of his right arm in a feeble attempt trying to stop the excessive bleeding. What was in fact his right arm two minutes ago was now a mushed pulp of flesh three feet away from him, crushed under Zircon's heavy boot.
"But I must say, you're not inaccurate," the android smirked in amusement, her silver eyes narrowing when she intentionally stepped on one of the corpses that was laying in her path. She walked over the mauled body as if it was a part of the floor, gracefully taking every step. There were more of... Decorations like that, pieces, chunks, bones, innards. A scene straight from a horror movie but the woman didn't even flinch. Why should she? It was her doing after all. "Crazy bitch. That's fair, no one has ever described me as a perfectly balanced individual," she chuckled. After a shrug, the android tapped her chin with her pointing finger, and the surface of her black nail caught the light from the old lamp flickering above them.
The guy spat on the floor, wheezing and visibly losing strength. He collapsed, his burning glare so strong it could have made a hole in Zircon's head - if she'd only care.
"I so fucking hate you..." the dying man snarled weakly through clenched teeth. Death was already embracing him.
"Why? I'm lovely~" Zircon flipped her red locks with a sarcastic smile - of course, her tone was mocking too. Her cold gaze jumped from one corpse to another and she sighed. "Is it because of this? It is. Isn't it? Oh, stop it, you... In my defense, I really wanted to do this~," she raised her hands, making her tone sound cuter but a thirst for blood poked out of her voice like shards of glass. She was like a predator glaring down at her prey. The thin wires gleamed in the weak light, slowly floating toward the man, coiling around his silhouette."... Hold it." Zircon stopped in her tracks, blinked, and looked at her hand. The threads stopped in midair, waiting for her move and there was a second of very intense anticipation... The woman was carefully studying her fingers before her eyes dangerously narrow. "I broke my nail," she finally said with her tone dropping into an ice-cold abyss.
In an instant, the wires slashed the target's neck but Zircon didn't bother to look behind her. She was already in the process of leaving the warehouse, pushing the doors open with one kick. In the next second, she was by the RR car, like a very pissed-off vengeful ghost. Her hand grabbed the metal frame of the vehicle and she tore the door open before clutching the person sitting behind the wheel by the neck. She pulled a terrified regular-looking man, who could be only a little older than her, from his seat. Guy looked like he was one second away from a panic attack. The low-ranking RR workers often didn't come back from missions with her - good. Just like she intended. The android let go when the man was now standing in front of her but the poor soul could barely hold it, leaning on the car's mask, with a face as white as paper.
"By any chance, Sugar, do you have a nail file on you~?" she tilted her head, sending him a charming smile with her eyes still as warm as an iceberg.
"N-No, I d-" the poor guy didn't have a chance to finish this sentence. Zircon's hand grabbed his head, nails digging into flesh, and with a powerful throw, she launched his skull at the ground. His whole body turned over when he was thrown like a doll. Before the head could reach the old cracked asphalt, her heavy high-heeled boot stomped on it. She popped his skull like an overripe grape, everything inside scattering around on the ground with disgusting, wet sounds.
"YOU'RE FUCKING USELESS PIECE OF SHIT!" Zircon yelled, brushing hair away from her face that was now adorned with a virulent scowl. A low growl was raising in her throat, her teeth were bared as if she was ready to hiss - or bite. In a flow of rage, she kicked the car that flew into another warehouse, hitting the wall so strongly that the other passager hit his head. Luckily for him, the car was only smashed on the side and he survived, blinking in confusion while Zircon continued to holler her heart out at... Everything and nothing. "I WORK MY ASS OFF AND HIGHER-UPS DON'T EVEN NOTICE, HUH?! WHAT A GIRL NEEDS TO DO TO HAVE SOME CARE?!" Her focus from the corpse she just made switched to the buildings. With two steps she reached the side of the warehouse she just left, lifted her leg, and dug her heel into the metallic wall. Zircon broke the iron bar that was supporting the building and everything started to shake. "If you'd just shut up for one GODDAMN second and LISTEN, you'd KNOW that I HATE waiting! UGHH!" She breathed heavily and with another, more powerful kick shoved the whole, old building to the ground. The noise was awful, metallic parts and sheets falling apart into a large chaotic pile - made it look like it was a house of cards, not a two-tone structure.
As the dust settled, Zircon shook her head, her anger not quenched in the slightest. She glanced at the broken nail, counting in her head the minutes that were between her and the future moment when she'd finally get the desired nail file to fix this issue... And then android rolled her eyes, feeling the tension of her clenched teeth.
"FUCK!", Zircon stamped her foot, the heel creating a crack in the ground. The glare of her eyes could kill... She stormed off without a word, disappearing behind the pile of scraps that was once the warehouse.
There was a static noise and a gentle beep when the communicator turned on. The miraculously alive RR worker needed a moment to pull the phone out from the smashed car's holder, shooting terrified glances at the spot where the red-haired android just vanished. Finally, with shaking hands, he pressed the activation button and a familiar voice was heard.
"Report. I trust everything is going smoothly. What about the collateral for this mission?"
"Y-Yeah... About that..." the man murmured after a hot second, still watching carefully the spot where Zircon disappeared off to. Right away he started to hear even more of her yelling and terrified, bloodcurdling screams, along with something heavy collapsing nearby again. Gods only knew what was happening here in the harbor and he wasn't brave enough to go there and check, let alone try to stop the android. He swallowed his saliva loudly and wiped the sweat from his bloodied brow. "C-Collateral?" there was no hesitation, "I-It will be the usual amount, S-Sir." |
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