Oct 17, 2023 8:01:40 GMT -5
Post by Omen on Oct 17, 2023 8:01:40 GMT -5
Name: Omen
Age: From start to Completion Age (53 years) - Activation Age (2 months and counting)
Starting Planet: Earth
Race: Android
Transformation Path: Mechanical Android
Racial Traits:
- Undetectable: Androids in most cases harness a form of artificial Ki. Due to this, the typical means of sensing don't work. (Androids cannot be sensed via Ki-sense or via scouter.)
- Repairable: Since an android is robotic they can be rebuilt and repaired when necessary. When an androids health reaches 0 they must be rebuilt instead of going to the other world. (This costs 5,000z initially, goes up by 2,500z every rebuild.)
- Endurance: Unlike organic creatures, Androids rely upon an internal reactor for energy, which has an unvarying energy output. Basic attacks only cost half the resource. Applies to both Ki and Stamina, (Dodging remains the same.)
- Artificial Lifeform (Applies only to Mechanical Androids): An android created completely of material objects that replicate the functions of an organic creature don't have organs or blood flowing through their body, therefore they cannot receive bleed damage. They are also immune to Toxins and Burn damage.
- Red Ribbon Support (Applies only to Mechanical Androids): An android who has been designed under the Mechanical path has complete access to the Red Ribbon support shop, allowing for all those sweet upgrades at a reasonable price!
Items:
Fighting Style:
Faction (Optional):
Sexuality: Asexual
Appearance:
Face Claim: Golem from Somali and the Forest Spirit
Personality:
While Omen has some preprogrammed ideas of how he should act, feel, or emote, much of his personality is very basic and still being learned through experience.
His current personality is somewhere between stoic as you might expect from a machine, with specific quirks that can manifest dependent on the situation, and chipper but to a slightly awkward degree as it's manufactured kindness. He means well and has good intentions, but having nothing but implanted memories and lines of code and very little experience, he tends to have trouble in social situations.
Despite being a machine, he does have the capability of self-aware thought, but unlike some created lifeforms he doesn't make an attempt to simply act like a Human just because he lives among them. While he wants to fit in more so not to stand out unnecessarily, he is his own being, meaning at times he will seem like any other self-aware creature, and other times he is likely to seem cold and unfeeling as he simply doesn't have the experiences to match his intelligence.
History:
Initially, Omen was created as a highly intelligent artificial intelligence, not simply one to mimic speech patterns and actions, but to come across as a Human specifically. His creator immediately realized in his pursuits for perfection he had in fact pushed his creation too far to allow him to pass easily as a living lifeform in the typical sense. The Creator, as Omen calls them, had an idea in mind like many other scientists, doctors, and inventors before had when trying to simulate life, but their own flaws created issues along the way that lead to a being they deemed as flawed in its own right, and never intended for them to ever come online fully.
Initially The Creator wanted to create a being able to protect the Earth, learn martial arts, fly around and fight the dangers of the universe, with delusions of grandeur as they'd be praised for being a savior. This idea became an obsession, and the longer it took the more the idea started to become tainted with the desperation The Creator felt. Creating such a being isn't easy, especially alone, and more so it isn't cheap. Meticulous planning went into creating a durable skeleton, the right materials for simulated musculature, and most importantly creating the intelligence itself. Each piece of the larger puzzle spanning years, turning a young doctor of no more than twenty-five years into a middle-aged man into his mid forties in the blink of an eye.
Over time this idea of a manufactured hero began to slip, and what should have taken months ended up taking years as the need to creature the perfect being at all costs became an obsession. Striving for a creature to blend in and mimic human behavior was pushed out in favor of pushing the limits of artificial intelligence, and pushing out a more human personality for improved learning capabilities. What others had created in decades was now spanning most of The Creators life, and what he had to show for it was what he felt was something ultimately flawed. He had grown to despise his own android, looking at it with disdain and disgust.
It was so many of the things he had tried to make it to be; strong, intelligent, durable, imposing, but it was so few of the things it needed to be to match his initial vision. The skinless skeleton of metal and machinery strapped to the table in front of him was more of a monster in his eyes than anything that could pass for another human. It was a marvel of technology in so many ways, and no doubt he would be praised by his peers if he were to ever share his creation with the world, but to him it was nothing more than decades of wasted time. It had twisted him, he had drained any sense of stability he had, and if not for moments of clarity he might have simply unleashed it upon the world to its detriment.
The loud sounds of metal scraping the floor echoed throughout the lonely room he had grown to known more than any other place or person, as he pulled a chair next to the table of his android, staring at it, resting his hands on his hands and his arms against his thighs. Next to him was a small metal table with assorted tools, and what looked to be a helmet of some sort, connected by multiple wires running to the brain compartment of his creation. For hours he sat there, looking between the android and the helmet, eventually dropping his head and staring at the floor before he reached over without looking up and put on the helmet.
His left arm lifted as he grabbed a hold of a large handled switch on the wall and pushed it up, a loud whirring sound somewhere behind the wall sounded as the lights in the room momentarily dimmed. What he was doing, no one but The Creator himself knew, and if there was as much as a fly on the wall observing, it looked like nothing more than for show, as there was no sense of anything happening to them or the android. After near an hour passing, The Creator moved once more, reaching out and grabbing onto the handle and pulling it down, and as they did, they sighed, almost relieved, slumping into the chair.
Their creation and literal life's work stayed strapped to the table where it had been unmoving for half a century now. For now at least, it would stay, kept in a state of simulated hibernation.....or at least for as long as the power in this room stayed on.
Techniques: List your techniques here. You start with 6/6 TP(Technique Points) which you can use to create Techniques!
Roleplay Sample:
More than a week had passed and the room hidden away from the world hadn't been discovered and it was likely to stay that way, or at least that was the plan. The still of the room was disturbed however by something going on above, seemingly a fight of some sort, and for no more than a few moments the power to the room was cut out. There was no whirring of motors and machinery, no artificial light or the shadows created by it, just quiet darkness and the dust that had accumulated through all of the years of an obsessive man having no time for even as much as a simple sweep.
The seconds passed like the decades before until the lights began to flicker, most now burned out from whatever had knocked them out initially, but one in particular illuminating motion that was never meant to be. The creature meant to stay forever strapped to the table in this basement lab started to stir as muscles that had never flexed, eyes that had never been activated let alone sensing vision, and limbs that were suddenly flailing upwards all came to life. The creature sat up as the straps attached to it snapped like wet paper, as did the rest in kind as the creature moved to step off the table, truly alive for the first time. Everything was overwhelming as it could hear the sounds of the humming lights, smell and taste the stagnating air and dust, feel the chill of the room kept cool for the safety of all the electronics, and staring down next to the table it had just raised from, the site The Creator slumped in their chair.
The mechanical, skinless creature stood there trying to take everything in, aware in their mind they weren't meant to be for some reason, yet they were conscious. So many thoughts filled their mind as they stood there processing it all for the first time, understanding what they were, where they were, to an extent why they were, but so many more questions they simply couldn't fathom having answers for. With no warning, they simply turned and pushed the table away and started walking for the exit. Despite never having been awake or aware until now, they knew exactly where everything in this room was, exactly where everything in the house above was, the layout of the surrounding area, or at least how it was some decades earlier, as if memories had been implanted into its mind.
There was no sense of modesty and no seeming need for it for a creature that was little more than a walking metal skeleton and the parts kept within, but it was slightly shocking to see it crawling from the ground like a zombie pushing out of the dirt. The entrance to the lab it was using as an exit had long been covered by nature, as The Creator hadn't left this way for years, but what was happening above was still taking place all the same. Two fighters were trading blows for reasons no one but the two of them knew, having created the circumstances that now lead to Omen being exposed to the bright sky for the first time, covered in dirt and dust, yet still shining. Both stopped as they had moved a distance away from one another, not sure what to make of what they were just now becoming aware of, neither being able to sense anything from the android in front of them.
Despite only being activated hours prior, Omen could at least make an assumption that one of these two was human from their appearance, and the second could be assumed to be some form of Saiyan given their own physical appearance, most notably what looked to be a tail. The android never questioned why he knew all of this, simply pulling it from somewhere inside his crafted mind, but what he couldn't surmise was the intentions of either. Both fighters watched him carefully, not knowing if this was a threat coming to help wreak havoc or to help one side as a type of heroic guardian. The situation came little more than a stand off as Omen continued taking everything in for the first time, processing all the sensations and information as it came, and the two fighters worried to start fighting once more for fear they would suddenly become outnumbered.
Omen had no intentions of engaging either as he started walking forward in a way that could only be called unintentionally menacing, and one of the fighters who was looking worse for ware to begin with felt threatened mixed with a sense of paranoia and decided to take out this assumed threat. It was quick, much quicker than Omen had expected, though not quicker than he was able to comprehend or react to regardless of the fact he simply didn't. A loud metallic thud sounded as a punch met his artificial jaw, but either Omen was far stronger than expected, or the fighter was simply tired enough that their own strength had fallen, because the punch didn't as much as cause the android to flinch. This was all a learning experience, the pressure and sensation of the blow, the speed at which it was thrown, even the technique, all now internalized. Lifting his head higher, Omen's body twisted almost perfectly mimicking that of the Saiyan that had just struck him, returning a blow of his own that when connecting knocked them right to the ground. There was a new sensation washing over the android; satisfaction. This creature was created to fight after all, but he had no willingness to do so, even if the connection of the punch changed that just a little.
No more than ten minutes later there were a few scorch marks on the androids body from being attacked at differing times by both fighters, and a few swelling bruises on both fighters who were both unconscious but very much alive. Whatever had started this fight was unknown to Omen, but he had been the cause of the end. Unknowingly he had stopped what had been a semi-destructive fight between the two, which had blown up the house of an innocent bystander, completely destroyed a large stretch of an import roadway, and knocked out the power of the entire tower. The few that hadn't fled by this point and had witnessed what had taken place were confused but relieved, but the actions of the android only lead to further confusion.
In a fairly swift action the android had removed parts of the two fighters gear and decided to wear it for themselves. The cloak of one, as intricate as it was, was now draped over Omen's shoulders, exposing only his head, but fitting surprisingly well for such a large frame. What looked to be a traveler's belt with pouches and all was now strapped around his waist, looking out of place as he had no bottoms in the traditional sense. Part of the shirt from the Saiyan hung down over his waist enough to cover himself, despite there being nothing to actually need covering, but his legs were mostly showing all the way down to the heavy-duty boots he had removed from the human.
Without addressing any of the onlookers he simply turned towards the north and started to walk away at a leisurely pace and in time was out of sight.
Age: From start to Completion Age (53 years) - Activation Age (2 months and counting)
Starting Planet: Earth
Race: Android
Transformation Path: Mechanical Android
Racial Traits:
- Undetectable: Androids in most cases harness a form of artificial Ki. Due to this, the typical means of sensing don't work. (Androids cannot be sensed via Ki-sense or via scouter.)
- Repairable: Since an android is robotic they can be rebuilt and repaired when necessary. When an androids health reaches 0 they must be rebuilt instead of going to the other world. (This costs 5,000z initially, goes up by 2,500z every rebuild.)
- Endurance: Unlike organic creatures, Androids rely upon an internal reactor for energy, which has an unvarying energy output. Basic attacks only cost half the resource. Applies to both Ki and Stamina, (Dodging remains the same.)
- Artificial Lifeform (Applies only to Mechanical Androids): An android created completely of material objects that replicate the functions of an organic creature don't have organs or blood flowing through their body, therefore they cannot receive bleed damage. They are also immune to Toxins and Burn damage.
- Red Ribbon Support (Applies only to Mechanical Androids): An android who has been designed under the Mechanical path has complete access to the Red Ribbon support shop, allowing for all those sweet upgrades at a reasonable price!
Items:
Fighting Style:
Faction (Optional):
Sexuality: Asexual
Appearance:
Face Claim: Golem from Somali and the Forest Spirit
Personality:
While Omen has some preprogrammed ideas of how he should act, feel, or emote, much of his personality is very basic and still being learned through experience.
His current personality is somewhere between stoic as you might expect from a machine, with specific quirks that can manifest dependent on the situation, and chipper but to a slightly awkward degree as it's manufactured kindness. He means well and has good intentions, but having nothing but implanted memories and lines of code and very little experience, he tends to have trouble in social situations.
Despite being a machine, he does have the capability of self-aware thought, but unlike some created lifeforms he doesn't make an attempt to simply act like a Human just because he lives among them. While he wants to fit in more so not to stand out unnecessarily, he is his own being, meaning at times he will seem like any other self-aware creature, and other times he is likely to seem cold and unfeeling as he simply doesn't have the experiences to match his intelligence.
History:
Initially, Omen was created as a highly intelligent artificial intelligence, not simply one to mimic speech patterns and actions, but to come across as a Human specifically. His creator immediately realized in his pursuits for perfection he had in fact pushed his creation too far to allow him to pass easily as a living lifeform in the typical sense. The Creator, as Omen calls them, had an idea in mind like many other scientists, doctors, and inventors before had when trying to simulate life, but their own flaws created issues along the way that lead to a being they deemed as flawed in its own right, and never intended for them to ever come online fully.
Initially The Creator wanted to create a being able to protect the Earth, learn martial arts, fly around and fight the dangers of the universe, with delusions of grandeur as they'd be praised for being a savior. This idea became an obsession, and the longer it took the more the idea started to become tainted with the desperation The Creator felt. Creating such a being isn't easy, especially alone, and more so it isn't cheap. Meticulous planning went into creating a durable skeleton, the right materials for simulated musculature, and most importantly creating the intelligence itself. Each piece of the larger puzzle spanning years, turning a young doctor of no more than twenty-five years into a middle-aged man into his mid forties in the blink of an eye.
Over time this idea of a manufactured hero began to slip, and what should have taken months ended up taking years as the need to creature the perfect being at all costs became an obsession. Striving for a creature to blend in and mimic human behavior was pushed out in favor of pushing the limits of artificial intelligence, and pushing out a more human personality for improved learning capabilities. What others had created in decades was now spanning most of The Creators life, and what he had to show for it was what he felt was something ultimately flawed. He had grown to despise his own android, looking at it with disdain and disgust.
It was so many of the things he had tried to make it to be; strong, intelligent, durable, imposing, but it was so few of the things it needed to be to match his initial vision. The skinless skeleton of metal and machinery strapped to the table in front of him was more of a monster in his eyes than anything that could pass for another human. It was a marvel of technology in so many ways, and no doubt he would be praised by his peers if he were to ever share his creation with the world, but to him it was nothing more than decades of wasted time. It had twisted him, he had drained any sense of stability he had, and if not for moments of clarity he might have simply unleashed it upon the world to its detriment.
The loud sounds of metal scraping the floor echoed throughout the lonely room he had grown to known more than any other place or person, as he pulled a chair next to the table of his android, staring at it, resting his hands on his hands and his arms against his thighs. Next to him was a small metal table with assorted tools, and what looked to be a helmet of some sort, connected by multiple wires running to the brain compartment of his creation. For hours he sat there, looking between the android and the helmet, eventually dropping his head and staring at the floor before he reached over without looking up and put on the helmet.
His left arm lifted as he grabbed a hold of a large handled switch on the wall and pushed it up, a loud whirring sound somewhere behind the wall sounded as the lights in the room momentarily dimmed. What he was doing, no one but The Creator himself knew, and if there was as much as a fly on the wall observing, it looked like nothing more than for show, as there was no sense of anything happening to them or the android. After near an hour passing, The Creator moved once more, reaching out and grabbing onto the handle and pulling it down, and as they did, they sighed, almost relieved, slumping into the chair.
Their creation and literal life's work stayed strapped to the table where it had been unmoving for half a century now. For now at least, it would stay, kept in a state of simulated hibernation.....or at least for as long as the power in this room stayed on.
(partially continued with the Roleplay sample below)
Techniques: List your techniques here. You start with 6/6 TP(Technique Points) which you can use to create Techniques!
Roleplay Sample:
8 DAYS LATER
More than a week had passed and the room hidden away from the world hadn't been discovered and it was likely to stay that way, or at least that was the plan. The still of the room was disturbed however by something going on above, seemingly a fight of some sort, and for no more than a few moments the power to the room was cut out. There was no whirring of motors and machinery, no artificial light or the shadows created by it, just quiet darkness and the dust that had accumulated through all of the years of an obsessive man having no time for even as much as a simple sweep.
The seconds passed like the decades before until the lights began to flicker, most now burned out from whatever had knocked them out initially, but one in particular illuminating motion that was never meant to be. The creature meant to stay forever strapped to the table in this basement lab started to stir as muscles that had never flexed, eyes that had never been activated let alone sensing vision, and limbs that were suddenly flailing upwards all came to life. The creature sat up as the straps attached to it snapped like wet paper, as did the rest in kind as the creature moved to step off the table, truly alive for the first time. Everything was overwhelming as it could hear the sounds of the humming lights, smell and taste the stagnating air and dust, feel the chill of the room kept cool for the safety of all the electronics, and staring down next to the table it had just raised from, the site The Creator slumped in their chair.
The mechanical, skinless creature stood there trying to take everything in, aware in their mind they weren't meant to be for some reason, yet they were conscious. So many thoughts filled their mind as they stood there processing it all for the first time, understanding what they were, where they were, to an extent why they were, but so many more questions they simply couldn't fathom having answers for. With no warning, they simply turned and pushed the table away and started walking for the exit. Despite never having been awake or aware until now, they knew exactly where everything in this room was, exactly where everything in the house above was, the layout of the surrounding area, or at least how it was some decades earlier, as if memories had been implanted into its mind.
There was no sense of modesty and no seeming need for it for a creature that was little more than a walking metal skeleton and the parts kept within, but it was slightly shocking to see it crawling from the ground like a zombie pushing out of the dirt. The entrance to the lab it was using as an exit had long been covered by nature, as The Creator hadn't left this way for years, but what was happening above was still taking place all the same. Two fighters were trading blows for reasons no one but the two of them knew, having created the circumstances that now lead to Omen being exposed to the bright sky for the first time, covered in dirt and dust, yet still shining. Both stopped as they had moved a distance away from one another, not sure what to make of what they were just now becoming aware of, neither being able to sense anything from the android in front of them.
Despite only being activated hours prior, Omen could at least make an assumption that one of these two was human from their appearance, and the second could be assumed to be some form of Saiyan given their own physical appearance, most notably what looked to be a tail. The android never questioned why he knew all of this, simply pulling it from somewhere inside his crafted mind, but what he couldn't surmise was the intentions of either. Both fighters watched him carefully, not knowing if this was a threat coming to help wreak havoc or to help one side as a type of heroic guardian. The situation came little more than a stand off as Omen continued taking everything in for the first time, processing all the sensations and information as it came, and the two fighters worried to start fighting once more for fear they would suddenly become outnumbered.
Omen had no intentions of engaging either as he started walking forward in a way that could only be called unintentionally menacing, and one of the fighters who was looking worse for ware to begin with felt threatened mixed with a sense of paranoia and decided to take out this assumed threat. It was quick, much quicker than Omen had expected, though not quicker than he was able to comprehend or react to regardless of the fact he simply didn't. A loud metallic thud sounded as a punch met his artificial jaw, but either Omen was far stronger than expected, or the fighter was simply tired enough that their own strength had fallen, because the punch didn't as much as cause the android to flinch. This was all a learning experience, the pressure and sensation of the blow, the speed at which it was thrown, even the technique, all now internalized. Lifting his head higher, Omen's body twisted almost perfectly mimicking that of the Saiyan that had just struck him, returning a blow of his own that when connecting knocked them right to the ground. There was a new sensation washing over the android; satisfaction. This creature was created to fight after all, but he had no willingness to do so, even if the connection of the punch changed that just a little.
No more than ten minutes later there were a few scorch marks on the androids body from being attacked at differing times by both fighters, and a few swelling bruises on both fighters who were both unconscious but very much alive. Whatever had started this fight was unknown to Omen, but he had been the cause of the end. Unknowingly he had stopped what had been a semi-destructive fight between the two, which had blown up the house of an innocent bystander, completely destroyed a large stretch of an import roadway, and knocked out the power of the entire tower. The few that hadn't fled by this point and had witnessed what had taken place were confused but relieved, but the actions of the android only lead to further confusion.
In a fairly swift action the android had removed parts of the two fighters gear and decided to wear it for themselves. The cloak of one, as intricate as it was, was now draped over Omen's shoulders, exposing only his head, but fitting surprisingly well for such a large frame. What looked to be a traveler's belt with pouches and all was now strapped around his waist, looking out of place as he had no bottoms in the traditional sense. Part of the shirt from the Saiyan hung down over his waist enough to cover himself, despite there being nothing to actually need covering, but his legs were mostly showing all the way down to the heavy-duty boots he had removed from the human.
Without addressing any of the onlookers he simply turned towards the north and started to walk away at a leisurely pace and in time was out of sight.
