Post by eVeryoNe-wIll-sUffer-noW on Dec 16, 2007 1:29:09 GMT -5
Full name: Construct Humanoid Artificial Obduration System
Nickname: C.H.A.O.S.
Gender: Male
Species: Man-made- an android
Height: 5'8"
Weight: Unknown- metal framework makes him denser than a human male of his size
Sexual preference: None that he knows of
Physical Description: Average skin-tone, dark brown hair, dark eyes of indeterminate colour. His build is average as well- not incredibly muscular, but still noticeably powerful. Underneath the poly-fibre skin, however, he's almost entirely circuits and wires, which makes him stronger than a human male of his size and build. Still, he's not Hercules. His features are fine-cut, attractive, but look somewhat artificial, like a painting or a sculpture, not a real human- most likely because this is the truth.
Personality: Chaos is a machine built to be the perfect non-human. He is made to obey commands (from the right people), follow orders to the precisest detail, be able to instantly learn new operations or techniques through any of his senses or through uploads to his main system, act as a guard, a soldier, a metal-worker, or anything else he is taught and ordered to be, and, above all else, to have all the greatness of the human mind without the hassle of human emotion, all done through fine-tuned circuits that allow him to move with ten times the exactness of the steadiest human and a learning-chip that allows him to be shown an action once and copy it, even improve on it, all while blending into human society.
The only problems? He isn't quite as perfect or quick as he was made to be.
Chaos' learning-chip works a little TOO well, and now he's discovering those crippling human emotions, which leave his circuits stumped and his social functions stumbling. He finds himself pondering why he does the things he does, and what his purpose is. His perfect android mind sometimes fails him, and he finds himself more and more trying to catch up to the humans he was made to overcome. All in all, he is a failed experiment and a failure as a human. He has no real place in society and no real species to call his own.
History: Chaos was thought up by an older gentleman- a slightly eccentric inventor, but a good man- who wanted a companion for his grandchildren that had all the good of humankind but none of its shortcomings. When the old man passed away, his grandson took his idea and brought it to life, though not to be a child's toy, and certainly not to be the creation the old man had intended. Instead, the android's design was contorted into a weapon, a shield, an entire assembly line in one perfect machine, and so C.H.A.O.S. was born. He was one of the first working models of the androids, each designed for specific purposes. But one by one, they began to fail- breaking down of an inner design malconstruction- ironically enough- with their learning-chips. Chaos was the first without a noticeable flaw, but as time went on, he began to show his own failing- he began to feel. Now obviously an imperfect prototype, he was boxed up and shipped to a storage facility to be forgotten. Left to his own devices, he simply wandered out one day, and has been on his own stumbling around in human society since.
Nickname: C.H.A.O.S.
Gender: Male
Species: Man-made- an android
Height: 5'8"
Weight: Unknown- metal framework makes him denser than a human male of his size
Sexual preference: None that he knows of
Physical Description: Average skin-tone, dark brown hair, dark eyes of indeterminate colour. His build is average as well- not incredibly muscular, but still noticeably powerful. Underneath the poly-fibre skin, however, he's almost entirely circuits and wires, which makes him stronger than a human male of his size and build. Still, he's not Hercules. His features are fine-cut, attractive, but look somewhat artificial, like a painting or a sculpture, not a real human- most likely because this is the truth.
Personality: Chaos is a machine built to be the perfect non-human. He is made to obey commands (from the right people), follow orders to the precisest detail, be able to instantly learn new operations or techniques through any of his senses or through uploads to his main system, act as a guard, a soldier, a metal-worker, or anything else he is taught and ordered to be, and, above all else, to have all the greatness of the human mind without the hassle of human emotion, all done through fine-tuned circuits that allow him to move with ten times the exactness of the steadiest human and a learning-chip that allows him to be shown an action once and copy it, even improve on it, all while blending into human society.
The only problems? He isn't quite as perfect or quick as he was made to be.
Chaos' learning-chip works a little TOO well, and now he's discovering those crippling human emotions, which leave his circuits stumped and his social functions stumbling. He finds himself pondering why he does the things he does, and what his purpose is. His perfect android mind sometimes fails him, and he finds himself more and more trying to catch up to the humans he was made to overcome. All in all, he is a failed experiment and a failure as a human. He has no real place in society and no real species to call his own.
History: Chaos was thought up by an older gentleman- a slightly eccentric inventor, but a good man- who wanted a companion for his grandchildren that had all the good of humankind but none of its shortcomings. When the old man passed away, his grandson took his idea and brought it to life, though not to be a child's toy, and certainly not to be the creation the old man had intended. Instead, the android's design was contorted into a weapon, a shield, an entire assembly line in one perfect machine, and so C.H.A.O.S. was born. He was one of the first working models of the androids, each designed for specific purposes. But one by one, they began to fail- breaking down of an inner design malconstruction- ironically enough- with their learning-chips. Chaos was the first without a noticeable flaw, but as time went on, he began to show his own failing- he began to feel. Now obviously an imperfect prototype, he was boxed up and shipped to a storage facility to be forgotten. Left to his own devices, he simply wandered out one day, and has been on his own stumbling around in human society since.
