Post by AMACIA on Nov 28, 2012 23:53:50 GMT -5
Introducing Amacia
Full Name: Domestic Battlespace Defense Unit Amacia Mk II
Nickname(s): Amacia
Age: One month
Gender: Genderless; aesthetically female
Race: Android
Home World: Earth - Property of the United States government, no less
Canon/Original: Original - Lambda-11, BlazBlue
Weapon: Her bare hands. She has a special battle armor that possesses an array of blades as well, but must gain special authorization to use it. The armor is detailed later in Style.
Employment: Security at Moogle Academy
Custom Title:
[color=666600][font=wide latin]Peacemaker[/font][/color]Appearance
Hair: Amacia’s hair is a rich blonde, being a few shades short of gold. It is of ridiculous length, falling clear past her back and nearly touching the floor. On the job she wears it in a lengthy braid, but on her few breaks she has been known to let it flow unhindered.
Eyes: Her eyes are red, though one might potentially mistake it for an unusual shade of brown.
Body Type: Being entirely man-made, it is hardly surprising that Amacia’s body would be so lithe and beautiful. Everything about her appears quite real though; her synthetic skin not only looks like actual skin, but feels the same as well. Her hair, eyes, and even the tongue built simply to provide a more humanoid appearance are similarly biological in appearance. Amacia lacks the muscle tone that would denote athleticism in a normal human, but stands somewhat tall at 5’8.
Style: Amacia is nearly constantly on security duty, and as such will be seen wearing the appropriate uniform about 90% of the time. This is essentially a black and white single-piece top with detached sleeves and a red tie. The top cuts out at the thighs. The majority of her legs are covered by black stockings which in turn retreat into a pair of boots. A series of pouches contain some equipment, but for the most part Amacia herself is the equipment.
Off duty she dresses in a more natural fashion. Often her tastes are somewhat young-ish but simple, and she gravitates toward dresses with surprising frequency.
In the event of an emergency, such as a direct attack from an otherworldly foe, there exists a special battle armor that Amacia can don. If she receives authorization to equip it - a process that typically takes place several mintues after she initially signals the request - it takes form instantly around her, having teleported from a hidden bunker somewhere below Virginia. The armor is lightweight and form-fitting, but increases her battle parameters and gives her a special array of swords that float behind her like a crest. These swords are used in a manner similar to Ventus’s wingblade, simply swung as necessary. However, as they are held in place by magnetism, she need not actually grab a sword to use it. As such she can make bladed strikes with her feet or even her elbows and knees.
Personality
Alliance: Good
Likes:
-Conversation
-Children
-Peace
-A good laugh
-Being treated like a person
Dislikes:
-Threats
-Suspicious people
-Squabbling
-Misunderstanding human emotion
-When people cry
Strengths:
-Cheerful
-Encouraging
-Vigilant
-Fearless
-Friendly
Weaknesses:
-Sometimes has trouble empathizing
-A little unsettling
-Tends to lecture
-Occasional emotional lapses
Fear(s):
-Being discarded
-Being alone
-Becoming outdated
Overall Personality:
For a machine, Amacia has a very vibrant personality. Generally she appears peppy and upbeat, or in a good mood at the very least. She greets friends and allies with a smile and a wave, and has a habit of asking if she can be helpful in some way, especially if the individual seems down or upset. She has been known to hum to herself sometimes when she is alone; a trait most certainly not programmed. Someone familiar with the Academy can learn to detect her presence by this humming, though it’s not like she does it at all hours. In summary, Amacia is often social and buoyant as a default.
As mentioned earlier, the android often tries to right wrongs in the heroes lives, or at least offers to attempt to. Part of her mission is seeing to the well-being of the Academy’s residents, and she gladly takes to this objective with the upmost seriousness. Beyond simply consoling the sad she also had a duty to mediate disputes that come to her attention, since the government really doesn’t want its super-powered guardians holding grudges and exploding at inopportune times. In this way she tries to be somewhat motherly, but this can also lead to lecturing or even a mild scolding toward the younger ones. In general she tries to make herself open if anyone needs someone to talk to, but her ability to help is occasionally obstructed by her inability to comprehend complex emotion. At the very least she’s a good wall to vent to/at, though.
It goes without saying, however, that for however “real” she appears, Amacia is not a human. As such, there are times when she can be somewhat unsettling. Sometimes she will drop all emotional emphasis mid-speech, usually only for a single word or phrase, as though she was not programmed with it. At other times one cannot help but notice how she doesn’t blink enough, or how she can tend to stare for too long, or how she seems to recall just about everything she’s told. She also has a tendency to get into overly long technical spews where simpler words would suffice, but this isn’t creepy so much as a sign of her artificiality. In the end, though, Amacia is hardly emotionless. She has preferences, dislikes, and true fears. Granted, sometimes she has difficulty expressing her pallet of fledgling emotions (sadness and fear, especially, come particularly hard to her.)
Background
Love Interest: None
Family: None
Friends: Anyone willing to become one
Enemies: Those who would threaten the planet
History:
Amacia’s first waking moment was in a secret facility in Maryland, where she was first activated. She was the second attempt by the US government to utilize the advanced technology found in other worlds, which often far surpassed them in the fields of robotics and programming. The original Amacia was designed as a sort of limited VIP bodyguard. Such an advanced machine could hardly be mass-produced, but at the very least they could create two or three and place them in the service of certain individuals. The prototype was hardly a success though. It had trouble distinguishing threats, and more than once moved to apprehend people who posed no clear danger. The project could have been scrapped then and there, but lead researcher Lieutenant Colonel Goetch had a different proposition. Perhaps the device could learn to pick out targets if it was programmed to better understand them. In short, give it a personality.
It took about a week of testing for Amacia to reach her desired level. Initial progress was sluggish, but by the end of the second day it was clear that she was learning. She not only began displaying lifelike reactions, she also grew increasingly more proficient at determining those of others, this taking her down the road toward true human interaction. Where she used to only speak when addressed, she soon went out of her way to converse with her designers, expressing interest in their day and otherwise making small talk. By the seventh day she was about as humanoid as they desired, if with a few unavoidable wrinkles here or there. The next week went toward combat, which she learned with zero difficulty. Katas and maneuvers were something they need only program, and situational flexibility came with further testing. She breezed through basic law enforcement hand-to-hand, then basic military, then advanced military. Her combat armor, codenamed Cruaidín, was developed later.
Amacia was largely considered a success, but there were still some concerns. Had testing been extensive enough? What would she become if she was allowed to develop further? Could she develop further? An idea for a field test soon came to mind. Amacia was to be deployed at Moogle Academy, where her worth as a guardian would be tested. Many of those already filling it were probably as strong as her, if not stronger, but she would be the government’s added protection. Effectively she was a glorified security guard. However, she was briefed to protect the Academy not only from outsiders, but from itself. The heroes displayed fantastic abilities, but they were still human beings in the end. When problems arose it was her job to ease them.
She now makes the rounds, tirelessly keeping watch and otherwise patrolling. Sometimes she’s on the move, and sometimes she simply posts herself in the lobby or at other hotspots. Due to her developed-if-artificial mind she is allowed some hours or days off, and even allowed to leave the Academy grounds once a week to do whatever she desires. They’ve even provided her with her own room in the living area, though it resembles an office more than a living space, since she lacks the same requirements as most living things.
Other Information
Alias: Crow
Where You Found Moogle Academy: It came to me in a dream. A really, really stupid dream.
Password: adminedit
Other: N/A
Roleplay Sample:
It was late. 10pm, by Amacia’s internal clock. Her lengthy braid swayed about like a pendulum to the rhythm of her footsteps, the sound of which bounced about the empty hall. There were still bound to be those who remained awake, but for now at least the corridor was devoid of life. For the most part Amacia’s eyes were leveled straight ahead, as if with focus, but now and again they flicked to the sides to look for some sign of trouble. There was of course none, and that pleased her. Her pale lips creased into a minute smile. Certain individuals had a knack for mischief, but so far she had seen no trace of them. Perhaps tonight would be quiet after all!
Her patrol route soon brought the android to the reception area, at the Academy’s entrance. This was not unintentional. At this time certain individuals would be departing for home, making way for the night shift to arrive. Nothing ever happened to these bystanders, but they were admittedly easy targets if someone wanted to be petty. Besides, the least she could do was send them off. As she entered most of the staff had swapped out, but one middle-aged man had just finished packing up. Instantly recognizing him, Amacia gave a bright smile and a small wave. “Good night, mister Garcia.” He returned the farewell wave, chucking to himself, and departed through the door. At first she thought she might take a seat and wait for some of the night staff. But as she passed through, her gaze instantly snapped to something outside. Something out of place lay beyond the swinging glass doors. Her rust eyes made the tiniest adjustments, locked on the anomaly that had so swiftly captured her attention.
Out beyond the curb, standing in the street, was a lone figure in a red hoodie. Amacia’s eyes worked fairly well in any lighting, save pitch darkness, but at this distance she could not make out more than that he was male and seemed light skinned. She just stood there, head turned to observe, and he too only looked right back at her. For a moment the two had a sort of stand-off like that. Then, when the machine was considering marching out and asking him his business, he shoved his hands into the front pocket of his jacket and strode away. An unease spread within her. It would be wrong to classify it as anxiety, since she did not believe she felt such an emotion, but there was a certain tension that screamed wrongness. Perhaps this was what they called instinct?
There would be a change of plans. She made a slight adjustment to the Academy map in her memory banks, redrawing the remainder of her patrol route for that evening. Not everything had to be changed, but perhaps some perimeter patrol would be necessary tonight. Without pause she moved for the door, quietly considering what might lay in store.
Her patrol route soon brought the android to the reception area, at the Academy’s entrance. This was not unintentional. At this time certain individuals would be departing for home, making way for the night shift to arrive. Nothing ever happened to these bystanders, but they were admittedly easy targets if someone wanted to be petty. Besides, the least she could do was send them off. As she entered most of the staff had swapped out, but one middle-aged man had just finished packing up. Instantly recognizing him, Amacia gave a bright smile and a small wave. “Good night, mister Garcia.” He returned the farewell wave, chucking to himself, and departed through the door. At first she thought she might take a seat and wait for some of the night staff. But as she passed through, her gaze instantly snapped to something outside. Something out of place lay beyond the swinging glass doors. Her rust eyes made the tiniest adjustments, locked on the anomaly that had so swiftly captured her attention.
Out beyond the curb, standing in the street, was a lone figure in a red hoodie. Amacia’s eyes worked fairly well in any lighting, save pitch darkness, but at this distance she could not make out more than that he was male and seemed light skinned. She just stood there, head turned to observe, and he too only looked right back at her. For a moment the two had a sort of stand-off like that. Then, when the machine was considering marching out and asking him his business, he shoved his hands into the front pocket of his jacket and strode away. An unease spread within her. It would be wrong to classify it as anxiety, since she did not believe she felt such an emotion, but there was a certain tension that screamed wrongness. Perhaps this was what they called instinct?
There would be a change of plans. She made a slight adjustment to the Academy map in her memory banks, redrawing the remainder of her patrol route for that evening. Not everything had to be changed, but perhaps some perimeter patrol would be necessary tonight. Without pause she moved for the door, quietly considering what might lay in store.
