Post by Central D on Jan 20, 2008 23:55:26 GMT -5
All About Me
Username:Central D, Arko
Role-playing Experience:3 years
Reach-ability:AIM: RasputinSage
Birthday:9-6-83
Basic Character Information
Name: Dennis, (Den-Nis - F432 Model D)
Age: 5 years Awake, and over 550 asleep
Gender: Male
Species:Android
Occupation:Body Guard
Living Area:Wanderer
Family:None
Orientation:He is a machine, Bisexual, formed to please all.
Options
Android Model:Den-Nis - F432, Model D
Android Owner:None
Capabilities:Martial Arts, Sexual Favors, Mild House keeping
Cyborg Robotic Part(s):Entire Form
Description
General Appearance:Dennis is a tanned complexioned android. This keeps him from being the deathly pale. His eyes are a deep rich brown, and never seem to shine. This is because the micro cameras in them need the more shaded light to make it's sight top notch. His hair is white as fresh snow and the form is a bit spiked. It's form is made in the D Specialization of the F-432 model. The model wears any thing it can get it's hands on. and is not picky.
Height:7 Feet
Personality:Because it is broken, it believes it can feel real emotions. This leads it to think it can cry and have other emotions. It will even use the word 'love' to express a deep liking for something or someone. But that has yet to happen then. He is a very quiet creature, and would do anything to just see a human in action. It is a very humble thing and can not refuse a order of a human.
Likes:
Bright colors,
Humans,
Animals,
The sound of a Violin,
Roses,
the body in motion, (this includes sexually)
Dislikes:
Loud Noises
The Government
People whom stare
Other androids
Bullets
Fire
Fears/Wants:
Being Shut Down,
Wants to be accepted as a person
Position:Unclear, does not care
Image Location:PhotoBucket, Look up "Vergil"
History:
The Model D corp, was made nearly a century ago, this made it one of the first and very stable models of its kind on the market. People came from far and wide to make it. but the company was sabotaged and then burned to the ground.
Slowly the company was rebuilt and then what was left was left in the hands of Mister D, the founder of D corps's sons hands. His name was Dennis. Dennis decided to tamper with the make and design of the model, making the new version of D into F-432 series. This made them look more masculine and even came with a battle feature, called 'Protect' This chip was installed into each pro-to type.
This series was released and then soon models started to have malfunctions. The brands started to attack anyone that even had a scowl on their face. It was complete chaos. The D F-432 series was then called back, all but a one...Den-Nis F-432/B42. This particular model belonged to a small girl with cancer. She refused to let her body guard and friend go. It was her only companion. So, in a fast act to spare him, she was only nine, moved to remove the Chip in his head, all but the Protect factor. This soon caused him to shut down. Making Dennis, enabled for years upon years.
Dennis was found by a another young girl and her name was Jessica, the small child repaired him and brought him back to life, using all the parts she had left over, just for a project. Although she had a new model, she saw it as Lego's, and made Dennis.
The Android was then set free. Jessica wanted him to live in peace, so she told him he was special. he was not like all the others. With this in mind, Dennis moved to head some place else.
Example
He opened the door and then sighed some. It was a ragged one with a bit of worry wrapped within it. He looked at her pain and then her moment of confusions. If only he knew how to sooth such things. Sure there were methods he could simply try, and then there were things he knew she would not allow in her harmed state. But Augustus simply looked and nodded to her blatant reply to him of her birth given name.
Amelia, what a wonderful name it was, How long had it been since he had heard such a name in his time? The times of the world had stopped him from hearing such, as every woman chose it to be something else, there names. No one seemed satisfied with their names and this is what he had figured for Amelia, that she did not want her true name spilled from any ones lips to her. For some way it may remind her of something he could not even dare to imagine.
He pushed the large dark walnut doors open and then walked in wards. His steps heavy and muffled some by the deep plush carpet underneath his black boots. As he walked in, there was nothing but darkness around them as he moved to come to the rooms center. Strange sounds of something boiling could be heard and something that smelt like tea was filling the rooms visitors nose as they entered. Noir had let the doors shut all there own as the candles lit the room, but in a dimly hazed fashion/
The room was now visible and it was rather nice. It showed just what kind of man Noir was in a way. They always said that a man could be easily defined by his home and how he took care of it. The walls were a deep peach and cream marble, with slightly dull gold trims along the walls upper and lower half's. In the center of the floor where they stood, was a circular rug made with a odd crest on it. It was a gargoyle with a sword in hand with a shield. The Letter that graced said image was a large 'N'. It was plain to see that Noir had kept the ting for quite some time, it looked old and were well taken care of. Why it even seemed to have some new stitches.
Noir moved to place Amelia in a large backed arm chair that was a deep blood red with hints of almond in it. The hard wood frame was made of well polished oak and it was something that looked more then comfortable, but actually was comfortable. The rest of the room was a hard tiled floor with a cream color that one if not one of the undead, could see themselves in it. Along the walls were pictures and paintings of Germany in it's prime. But there was one picture that graced the back wall with a set of old guns, next to the golden Luger's, was a large portrait of Noir and some other man that looked like him but younger. It was his brother, Xavier.
The male was a live looking man, whom did not look dead at all during the time frame said picture was painted, but he held that trade mark silver hair, and like Augustus, he was a very large man. His eyes were not that ice cold blue that Augustus held, but a deep and rich black. They almost looked lifeless, but the artist saw it fitting to make more shine to it then needed. They both wore clothing the signified them as royalty and they fit the bill, wearing medals and rings.
Just off to the right was a small but very heart warming looking fire place, it was lit, and there was a fire in it now. It seemed to have lit all it's own. Noir's doing no doubt. Going westward in the large but very spacious room, there was a table that held some odd boiling liquids and things that seemed to make the room look like a study more then a living room. There were small budsent burners on the table and something thick and red was being boiled. Apparently blood of some sort.
Noir came to stand in front of Amelia now and then handed her a porcelain cup with a very nice gold edging on it. The floral patterns on it was a light pink with mild hints f green upon it. The cup would be warm to touch. He held his own and then drank from it slowly. His swallowing was heard as everything else seemed to give off some sound or another.
"Drink, it's tea...with a little something extra to warm you and keep it down." he said as he gestured to one of the burners. He meant it was blood in it, and like a mortal, or at least once she had been such, she could partake of the things that once perhaps had without making a face and saying it was tasteless since she was now nothing of the living.
