Outbound Character Sheet
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protectorrobot☆ Player Information
Name: Doctor or Plasma Doctor
OOC Journal: Plasmadoctor
Are you over 18?: Yupper-ooo
Preferred Contact Method(s): Plasmadoctor on Plurk or on here.
Other characters currently played here: n/a
☆ Character Information
Name: Material Defender Robot Serial Number: 27. (MDR-27)
Canon: Starlight Universe. I created the universe, so he's technically an OC even if I could give you the documents to familiarize yourself with it.
OU, AU, OC?: OC.
Canon point: He's the battered 70th century version of the MDR-27, having suffered massive memory loss and having fought more different enemies than you could shake a stick at.
Setting Info: The 57th version of his setting.
MDR-27 was built on Earth, which he was commissioned to defend after being upgraded with sentience and several other upgrades, serving as an elite commando team to uproot the Aktain menace. Kill switch killed Earth, sent everyone to Mars, and he went off a Cryo Ship. After getting shut down in a crash landing, he's been bouncing around planets after being found and reactivated. This version is from the tail end of Humanity, and other aliens, existence in Milky Way and their eventual retreat from the Galaxy.
History: MDR-27 was built in the French Empire in 2218 as part of a package of 50 robots to guard freight warehouses prone to raiding in Southern Europe. When the Russo-Franco coalition plane crashed into the Aktian Transport vessel in 2232, he was still doing that job. It wasn't until 2234 when more and more robots were being recommissioned to fight the war in the place of the many lost human lives was he finally brought to attention. He had always had many irregularities in his action, his speech having automatically upgraded itself to speak colloquially rather than officially. He was chosen as part of a program to create sentient robots to lead non-sentient robotic squads into battle. His comrades in this adventure were HDW-38 from the North American United Nations and KDM-1 from India. KDM-1 proved highly unstable and was killed in battle during the Aktian-Human wars, but MDR-27 proved a great distinction. When Humanity won a war for survival, they lost Earth. The Aktian colonies kill switch poisoned the Earth, forcing him and the rest of Humanity to Mars.
HDW-38 chose to remain on Earth in seclusion while the exodus had reduced a great deal of Humanity's technology, instead filling in the gaps with Aktain technology. MDR-27 himself tried his best to integrate into society, learn a role as a civilian. But he was never given that chance, with the combination of military government enjoying his lack of need for oxygen in helping scour Mars and Earth for needed tech and Aktain stragglers. As his only job he could find was that, he took it. He felt distant from a world he wanted to be part of. He wanted to be part of humanity. He jumped when Humanity chose to create a cryo sleeper vessel. He would be their hero and finally be part of it.
This never came to be. He was forced beyond his limits to operate the ship entirely on his own, something far beyond even an upgraded security bot could handle. It wasn't really doubtful that something would go wrong with a slow moving cryo ship. Though the rogue comet that smacked into it and brought it down into the ground of the frozen world around a Red Dwarf was really the icing on the crap cake that happened there. Alone and frozen, MDR-27 went into hibernation. If not for relic hunters, this would have been the end of our story.
Relic hunters always sought old cryo ships. People from the past were living records of real events that were worth heaps. In 48th century, the Cryo ship was found by a Sectian-Issidore group of Relic hunters. While for the most part the ship was a lost cause, there was one active pod. One human still alive. And MDR-27, hibernation and the cold having saved his hardrive, and thus, his programming. The rest of his shell was more or less a wreck, but they salvaged it to try to create a similar shell when they transfered him. The one human left alive and MDR-27 never really came in contact, MDR-27 having been revived long after the human had gone off to live a new life.
MDR-27 instead was re-acquainted in the robotics lab on the Sectians gray world. It was a bit of a shock to MDR-27, because the Sectians were an off-shoot species of the Aktain. Still he was happy to be back, even if being in a scientific frame was a bit odd for an old war bot. Still it did give him another chance. He learned a great deal in a short time during recovery, as well as using his stored databanks to more than pay his way for the new body and the rest of the things they gave him. Stories of the Human-Aktain conflict were big bucks to both humanity and Aktain Empire. After recovery, MDR-27 spent the next two centuries as a relic hunter himself. A good knowledge of the cryo ship maps for humanity and the lack of oxygen made him amply able to explore and adventure.
Though his time as a relic hunter was far more complicated than that. MDR-27 was associated with a proper crew really over the centuries he worked. A Sectian named Nat-0#(His body died a few times)-IK was the leader of the outfit proper, a scientific thing (some Sectians are neuter, to note) that was always interested in the old and the bizarre. MDR-27 and the others brought on were a lot more crusty in comparison to his finely tuned and eccentric desires. MDR-27 didn't have much of Nat rub off on him. No, most of his time he spent with a bizarre little bot from the Sprawl named Silver. She was a beautiful silver plated Sprawlite robot with a feminine, human-like build and personality.
She was quick to snark and quick to get bored with things, but her playful, childish personality was something MDR latched onto almost immediately. He had never really developed a thick personality from the war: Blowing stuff up and then talking about how one blows stuff up a complex personality does not make. She was an artistic person who had gone relic hunting to help her artistic ambitions by gaining new cultural insights. She in turn rather loved probing MDR for knowledge about old Earth culture, rather surprised to learn humanity had once many diverse and competing cultures. What MDR had once thought was merely processed information that was meaningless non-sense, Silver helped him see as cherished artifacts from a bygone era. Music, writing, art, and other aspects of his life started to come to fruition. She also introduced him to the unique joys of being a robot, though his frame was a very by the book Sectian one. Not very well adept at anything beyond dream linking.
At the advent of the 51st century and Sub-space travel, MDR-27 realized he could much more cheaply and just explore civilian life. Given he had spent nearly nothing of his savings, he decided to explore culture and people. Silver encouraged it, saying her farewells to him. Meet the aliens he had never seen. Gain some humanity he sought after. Gain some knowledge. So he did. Though he mostly found himself stuck in the Sprawl. The Sprawl is a loose collection of allied worlds of a robotic species that goes by the name Sprawlite. They are all similar in how their AIs are programmed and come to me, though this process is different than most. Unlike most Robotic beings, they have seemed to have sprung to life from nothing. While this isn't true, their creation did not involve rebellion against their creators. This made MDR interested in them, and them in turn interested in MDR, the only non-sprawlite sapient robot they had yet encountered.
But time in the Sprawl was in some ways wasted. The pleasures of a robotic frame and a new one more adapt in receiving them more or less consumed MDR for hundreds of Years. With money to burn and nothing to do with his life, in a way, his life took on a haze. Hedonism became rampant and it wasn't until a letter from Silver came to him that it ended. He knew she had gotten involved in some interesting adventures after 5112, but this letter was something different. In a way, it looked like Silver writing the eulogy to her own funeral, knowing that the task she had decided to take on was impossible. That she regretted she had never decided to just come with him and instead going on crazy adventures with a gang of rag-tag misfits. But she had chosen duty over what was fun and never looked back. MDR regretted that he hadn't sought her out the first time she had mentioned her adventures. He had already left his contacts behind when the letter came to his e-mail inbox about her demise.
He was off to see an old friend on Earth. Even if a bunch of racist nutjobs controlled Mars and its surrounding regions, he wasn't going to be stopped. He needed answers for himself on what he should do. HDW-38 had his first visitor in a long time in the form of an old ghost. And this ghost was welcomed warmly, given a seat at his fire and repairs for damage from MDR-27's dangerous blockade running adventure.
At first, they traded stories about their lives. HDW-38 was hidden well and there was little reason to pull him free. He had been sucking on an old fusion generator for power, something that converted sea water to hydrogen for fuel that he had found from some Aktain remnants. MDR-27 told about being with people and coming to the dark realization that beyond Silver and Nat, his neural net hardly could bring up any information on anyone he had spent time with. Though for someone as alone as HDW-38, that hardly felt dark. But after the stories were swapped, began the philosophy.
HDW-38 dug deep with his comrade. HDW-38 was a lonely philosopher and he preferred to search answers by merely observing. MDR-27 could never live that way, why they separated and would separate again. But HDW-38 was the first person to really get through the thick noggin of the wandering robot and really push him to consider a true life philosophy further than the hand at the end of one's arm. HDW-38 had no answers to what MDR-27 sought, he was an observer, mulling solutions and offering possible metrics to pursue the world. One's from humans and one's from outside perspectives. He did at least encourage that MDR-27 philosophically embrace becoming human on some levels. They were both built by humans, grew up in the hotbed of early human culture during unification that refined the disparate human mass into a crystallized cultural icon that many aliens came to emulate. While their real time together was small compared to other relationships that MDR-27 had, he had to admit it was one of great interest.
In time HDW-38 helped MDR-27 decide that while he had gone on adventures, fought wars, and experienced true hedonism, to find real purpose, he had to live a normal life. If he ever wanted to find humanity, one would have to walk in their shoes. Plus, it would be the middle path between adventure taking one's life and pleasure seeking consuming it. There still would be small adventures and pleasures, even combined together, but he would get to have some experience with what he had fought so hard to avoid: boredom. Monotony. Boring Shit. You know? Day to day stuff. HDW-38 had heaps of understanding of that, that's your primary activity when you live alone in a cavern that can only be accessed via the sea.
So MDR left Earth to go to Nessia to try to seek normalcy and humanity. The Nessian Expanse Republic was a human majority, prosperous, government to be under. But more over they required their soldiers to be psychics, which MDR thought was impossible. While not true, he was about as inert at it as a Valeen. (Valeen are naturally inert at Psychics and require major training to overcome that barrier.) MDR would be forced to just... be normal. Not find refuge in what came naturally to him. So he did. For years he pursued that. Government worker, approving and declining aid to different families. Busy work, but he was efficient at it. Decent hours, gave him time to spend with the people of Nessia. Humans were common, but he met with Issidores, Kittersua, Ikalyions, and others still. He mourned as friends passed, found love twice, companions of all forms and flavors, and toasted to the health of families and weddings.
Still, much of his life early on in the Nessia Republic was far from him totally being normal. He had come in contact with the pilot just known as Lone. He was somewhere between a pirate radio DJ that wandered around space and a spy. He acted as the primary agent against the DoS in the Solsia region of space and MDR-27 had to appreciate the cause. The Defender's of Sol weren't something MDR-27 agreed with, considering they were speciests who wanted to free Solsia of all other species but humans. They had made his trip to see HDW-38 quite difficult to say the least. Assisting the flow of information for Lone to forces working to subvert the DoS was something he was happy to do. Lone himself helped build up the idea of humanness in MDR-27 in return. Lone was one of the rebels who had fought against the Stewards of Mars alongside what became the DoS, but he was know where near as extreme. But there was that desire to make people be human in their ideals and culture, and MDR-27 was eager to absorb it from Lone.
Ultimately though this spawn of his life was merely a diversion to help him settle into a new life. Helping Lone had an edge of danger and excitement in it, sure, but Lone's fight was won within a speck of MDR-27's life span. In time, MDR helped Lone settle a proper radio station in Nessia. Part of Lone's victory did see to it that Lone was forbidden in ever coming to Sol again, somewhat depressing to Lone. MDR helped him through it, establishing him new contacts and a normal life. In helping Lone's reinterpretation after an exciting life also helped him see to it that he integrated into it more graciously as well, finding meaning in the simple things and balancing both work and play.
But nothing stays the same if you live life as long as a robot. When the Xatos Plague came, sweeping through the space train networks like an evil wind, standing in the wreckage was MDR. He was not prepared for how utterly it destroyed the NER, once the pillar of human power in the galaxy, now a ruin. Only the isolated Solsian Republic retained some inkling of its former life. In the ruins came the Cultists of Terror, trying to contact the Nightmare in an effort to save their lives.
The Solsian republic subsumed the Arrati Empire to become the Imperial Republic, crushing the Cultists within their space. Response in the former space of the Council was slower, a Sectian and Jeran movement from one side, while Issidore and Human psychics acted to clean up from the other side. MDR-27 joined the psychics, acting as their fist while they acted as the guides. Him and other Sprawls joined in the effort before long, the bitter act of destroying the corrupted, the lost, and the possessed eeking a dark place on the soul of anyone that participated. It wasn't long before the Collective Empire's territories were carved out, made up of the Sectian Empire and a collective of the remnants of the Sprawl, Jeran Prosstron, NER, and Fareth Confederacy. MDR-27 knew that he could never go back to normal after that though, the memories too gruesome to recover any sense of normalcy after that.
Hardly given time to rest, the Aktain Empire had just managed to snuff out the ill-fated cyber revolt within its own territory to attack the barely together Imperial Republic and Collective Empire. The year was the 6892 when this attack began. He chose to fight against the Aktain once again and finally end their threat to the rest of the species of the galaxy. They had once ruled the Milky Way, but that would never be true again. But the war proved to be MDR's undoing, getting damaged from the bolt of plasma through the Sternum that nearly burnt out his hard drive. He had grown overconfident and too much of a deathseeker.
MDR-27 was not the same after that. His memories were broken and disjointed when he was recovered, and old security programming had started expressing itself again. He couldn't curse anymore and he had a much more jovial nature suddenly. He could barely comprehend his own memories as his own, this sort of odd distance from his own disjointed memories had left him in a sort of a limbo state as far as his own person goes. Was he something new or just the old, tarnished by damage? But answers come with self-recollection, not in the middle of a war. Though by the time he was recovered, the three sides had declared their truce.
No, instead the Nightmare itself had chosen to do something unprecedented. Attack directly. Having had enough of the rest of the species dicking around, she attacked. Her intent was simple. Possess or kill everything alive in the Milky Way. MDR-27, along with the galaxy, was woefully under-prepared for this challenge. He was personally whisked off to not fight the war, but merely advise it. However good MDR-27's new body was for a proper direct fight, he was not built to withstand the forces that he would face if he decided to fight this head on. Within the war chambers he met Kel-08-IC, a Sectian. Their names are all like that, don't worry.
She was more a philosopher and a student of government than of war. She kept logistics and the sides working together, smoothing over the ruffled feathers from the previous war. Also ensuring the three Emperors did not try to dominate each other in the war, focusing on the efforts themselves. MDR-27 more tried to marshal unit tactics, using his vast experience, however disjointed it was, reform soldier tactics among the many different troops. Most of his tactical know how was programs at this point and not memories, still, those that still existed were helpful. They still met and came to discuss other facts of the matter. Some things pertaining to their fight and the Nightmare, others meaningless non-sense to help pull away from it. The Sectian's themselves are organics as used to changing bodies as are robotics. They even sometimes suffer memory loss in the process.
She was the first person to help start addressing his memory coherence and attitude problem. Their relationship was also probably the first one to be not entirely platonic between MDR-27 and an organic: Dreams are a rather odd place where one's limits are merely imaginary. More to be said is unnecessary. Her presence was soothing on him, helping bringing his mood swings down from erratic to triggered. While his therapy was far from over, her guidance and comfort helped him at least make strides to forging a new self from the fragments. Perhaps she would have, if he hadn't been taken from his new home.
Personality: Well, for starters, MDR-27's personality demonstrates some spottiness. He has horrible memories of murdering former friends possessed by the Nightmare but plenty of nice ones too, and he's not even sure which one are real and which one are data corruption. He tends to mostly be jovial overall but he has dark lapses at times when he focuses on dark memories. These tend to give him a melancholic tone to his speech along with a grim thought process to them.
MDR-27 since the war has always had some desire to be accepted as a fully realized human citizen. Not to be a human in form, he likes being made of metal and wiring still! But he tends to consider himself a human-robot and refers to humans as kin. Not that he has anything against aliens, you hear! To humans that don't see him that way, he tends to respond what might seem relatively out of character: Aggressively. He sees it as a deep insult and one he has had to put up with most of his life. So he sees insults like that, especially with the loss of the memories that helped him cope with his differences as well, as being terribly deep cutting.
With friends, he tends to be snarky, sarcastic, and prone to one liners if he feels nothing particular about the victim of his assault in question. This personality disappears if in a melancholic state, but when he's kind of normal state this tends to be his default mode. He also tends to be shallow and incapable of dealing with his deep, psychological rift that has happened due to spotty memories if one bothers him in his 'normal mode'. He tends to turn aggressive and angry in response to people probing him about his personality swings, or accusatory. This can seem at times a 'third' personality since his tone is neither like the 'normal' nor the 'melancholic.'
His primary mood swings tends to be around what part of his life he's been recently thinking about. His latter life tends to make him thickly melancholic and can also be triggered by things that remind him over those moments. Too much fighting tends to be the biggest way to pull him there or his early life, leaving him seeming almost without a personality. He can start reverting to parsed lines and static responses that seem more fitting of an early robot than a proper AI. This stiff personality might be seen as a fourth mood swing, but it can be a gamble trying to draw it out.
Calm and relaxation tends to pull him out of it in time to a more normal state. Alternatively, he resorts to a sort of mediative state to try to work through his emotions on his own. He's old and not the sort to attempt to burden others with his luggage: he can work it out himself. Though to be truly honest, it is more of a method to relieve emotion akin to crying for most organic beings. He isn't really meditating and working out solutions to his problems in those moments, just experiencing a slow, psychological release.
His major response in life is a desire to find the truth of his being. He's found himself with his memories shattered and torn away from the recovery phase of such an event. While he no longer has the desire for death with a purpose like before his memory shattering, he still hasn't decided what he wants to do with this in his mind. He hasn't made up his mind what sort of approach he wants to take to them: Is only what happens after the memory shattering real or should he try to forge a self from both the new and the old fragments?
His additional philosophies he never really came to have a definite answer to, but primarily in response to: What are you going to do with yourself in life? He believes he has a requirement to be a 'good guy' as it were. He has no desire to hurt innocents, steal from the impoverished, and he sees wealth as a minor concern. But should it be as an adventurer, seeking out wrongs to right? Should it be as a soldier, doing the best he can within the strictures of a higher authority? Or should it be as someone normal, simply enriching the lives of those around him with his presence (however mediocre that is?) What defines being a good guy may also come up if you prod him enough: He's not a great philosopher like his friends. Though his general attitude tends to align closely to a Utilitarian philosophy, even if his shattered memories won't tell him that.
Abilities/Weaknesses: He is equipped with four superconductor cells that store a vast amount of energy. He can actually generate enough energy into an energy based weapon (Plasma or laser) to create shots if the gun is in his hand. He can do it at a distance, but his wireless energy transmitter is not optimized, so he experiences massive energy fluctuations when he does that. This energy generator works two ways, allowing him to drain power directly from power cells he has contact with, though he's more efficient with things closer to his technologies.
He is also capable of generator a Disruptor Shield. In Starlight Universe, a "Disruptor" Shield says that the shield acts to disrupt the sub-atomic particles of the incoming weapon. For matter objects, this breaks the object down into free Quarks and electrons that harmless pass through MDR. For Photons, it disperses the energy into sub-space, thus removing its incoming effects in real space. Despite its complicated nature, it is quite energy efficient and especially effective against weapons that rely on offensive uses of the disruption technology. He can also wrap this around his fist and punch someone. The effect is brutal.
He is equipped with a small jump jet pack. This allows him to thrust 10 meters into the air (In addition to jump height) or 6 meters forwards. He will use meters also. All the time.
He is also quite resilient to most forms of damage, especially bladed, stronger than a human, capable of converting most electrical power into power for him, and quick on reactions.
RP sample: http://beammeout.dreamwidth.org/453.html?thread=2757#cmt2757
http://beammeout.dreamwidth.org/453.html?thread=1989#cmt1989
Name: Doctor or Plasma Doctor
OOC Journal: Plasmadoctor
Are you over 18?: Yupper-ooo
Preferred Contact Method(s): Plasmadoctor on Plurk or on here.
Other characters currently played here: n/a
☆ Character Information
Name: Material Defender Robot Serial Number: 27. (MDR-27)
Canon: Starlight Universe. I created the universe, so he's technically an OC even if I could give you the documents to familiarize yourself with it.
OU, AU, OC?: OC.
Canon point: He's the battered 70th century version of the MDR-27, having suffered massive memory loss and having fought more different enemies than you could shake a stick at.
Setting Info: The 57th version of his setting.
MDR-27 was built on Earth, which he was commissioned to defend after being upgraded with sentience and several other upgrades, serving as an elite commando team to uproot the Aktain menace. Kill switch killed Earth, sent everyone to Mars, and he went off a Cryo Ship. After getting shut down in a crash landing, he's been bouncing around planets after being found and reactivated. This version is from the tail end of Humanity, and other aliens, existence in Milky Way and their eventual retreat from the Galaxy.
History: MDR-27 was built in the French Empire in 2218 as part of a package of 50 robots to guard freight warehouses prone to raiding in Southern Europe. When the Russo-Franco coalition plane crashed into the Aktian Transport vessel in 2232, he was still doing that job. It wasn't until 2234 when more and more robots were being recommissioned to fight the war in the place of the many lost human lives was he finally brought to attention. He had always had many irregularities in his action, his speech having automatically upgraded itself to speak colloquially rather than officially. He was chosen as part of a program to create sentient robots to lead non-sentient robotic squads into battle. His comrades in this adventure were HDW-38 from the North American United Nations and KDM-1 from India. KDM-1 proved highly unstable and was killed in battle during the Aktian-Human wars, but MDR-27 proved a great distinction. When Humanity won a war for survival, they lost Earth. The Aktian colonies kill switch poisoned the Earth, forcing him and the rest of Humanity to Mars.
HDW-38 chose to remain on Earth in seclusion while the exodus had reduced a great deal of Humanity's technology, instead filling in the gaps with Aktain technology. MDR-27 himself tried his best to integrate into society, learn a role as a civilian. But he was never given that chance, with the combination of military government enjoying his lack of need for oxygen in helping scour Mars and Earth for needed tech and Aktain stragglers. As his only job he could find was that, he took it. He felt distant from a world he wanted to be part of. He wanted to be part of humanity. He jumped when Humanity chose to create a cryo sleeper vessel. He would be their hero and finally be part of it.
This never came to be. He was forced beyond his limits to operate the ship entirely on his own, something far beyond even an upgraded security bot could handle. It wasn't really doubtful that something would go wrong with a slow moving cryo ship. Though the rogue comet that smacked into it and brought it down into the ground of the frozen world around a Red Dwarf was really the icing on the crap cake that happened there. Alone and frozen, MDR-27 went into hibernation. If not for relic hunters, this would have been the end of our story.
Relic hunters always sought old cryo ships. People from the past were living records of real events that were worth heaps. In 48th century, the Cryo ship was found by a Sectian-Issidore group of Relic hunters. While for the most part the ship was a lost cause, there was one active pod. One human still alive. And MDR-27, hibernation and the cold having saved his hardrive, and thus, his programming. The rest of his shell was more or less a wreck, but they salvaged it to try to create a similar shell when they transfered him. The one human left alive and MDR-27 never really came in contact, MDR-27 having been revived long after the human had gone off to live a new life.
MDR-27 instead was re-acquainted in the robotics lab on the Sectians gray world. It was a bit of a shock to MDR-27, because the Sectians were an off-shoot species of the Aktain. Still he was happy to be back, even if being in a scientific frame was a bit odd for an old war bot. Still it did give him another chance. He learned a great deal in a short time during recovery, as well as using his stored databanks to more than pay his way for the new body and the rest of the things they gave him. Stories of the Human-Aktain conflict were big bucks to both humanity and Aktain Empire. After recovery, MDR-27 spent the next two centuries as a relic hunter himself. A good knowledge of the cryo ship maps for humanity and the lack of oxygen made him amply able to explore and adventure.
Though his time as a relic hunter was far more complicated than that. MDR-27 was associated with a proper crew really over the centuries he worked. A Sectian named Nat-0#(His body died a few times)-IK was the leader of the outfit proper, a scientific thing (some Sectians are neuter, to note) that was always interested in the old and the bizarre. MDR-27 and the others brought on were a lot more crusty in comparison to his finely tuned and eccentric desires. MDR-27 didn't have much of Nat rub off on him. No, most of his time he spent with a bizarre little bot from the Sprawl named Silver. She was a beautiful silver plated Sprawlite robot with a feminine, human-like build and personality.
She was quick to snark and quick to get bored with things, but her playful, childish personality was something MDR latched onto almost immediately. He had never really developed a thick personality from the war: Blowing stuff up and then talking about how one blows stuff up a complex personality does not make. She was an artistic person who had gone relic hunting to help her artistic ambitions by gaining new cultural insights. She in turn rather loved probing MDR for knowledge about old Earth culture, rather surprised to learn humanity had once many diverse and competing cultures. What MDR had once thought was merely processed information that was meaningless non-sense, Silver helped him see as cherished artifacts from a bygone era. Music, writing, art, and other aspects of his life started to come to fruition. She also introduced him to the unique joys of being a robot, though his frame was a very by the book Sectian one. Not very well adept at anything beyond dream linking.
At the advent of the 51st century and Sub-space travel, MDR-27 realized he could much more cheaply and just explore civilian life. Given he had spent nearly nothing of his savings, he decided to explore culture and people. Silver encouraged it, saying her farewells to him. Meet the aliens he had never seen. Gain some humanity he sought after. Gain some knowledge. So he did. Though he mostly found himself stuck in the Sprawl. The Sprawl is a loose collection of allied worlds of a robotic species that goes by the name Sprawlite. They are all similar in how their AIs are programmed and come to me, though this process is different than most. Unlike most Robotic beings, they have seemed to have sprung to life from nothing. While this isn't true, their creation did not involve rebellion against their creators. This made MDR interested in them, and them in turn interested in MDR, the only non-sprawlite sapient robot they had yet encountered.
But time in the Sprawl was in some ways wasted. The pleasures of a robotic frame and a new one more adapt in receiving them more or less consumed MDR for hundreds of Years. With money to burn and nothing to do with his life, in a way, his life took on a haze. Hedonism became rampant and it wasn't until a letter from Silver came to him that it ended. He knew she had gotten involved in some interesting adventures after 5112, but this letter was something different. In a way, it looked like Silver writing the eulogy to her own funeral, knowing that the task she had decided to take on was impossible. That she regretted she had never decided to just come with him and instead going on crazy adventures with a gang of rag-tag misfits. But she had chosen duty over what was fun and never looked back. MDR regretted that he hadn't sought her out the first time she had mentioned her adventures. He had already left his contacts behind when the letter came to his e-mail inbox about her demise.
He was off to see an old friend on Earth. Even if a bunch of racist nutjobs controlled Mars and its surrounding regions, he wasn't going to be stopped. He needed answers for himself on what he should do. HDW-38 had his first visitor in a long time in the form of an old ghost. And this ghost was welcomed warmly, given a seat at his fire and repairs for damage from MDR-27's dangerous blockade running adventure.
At first, they traded stories about their lives. HDW-38 was hidden well and there was little reason to pull him free. He had been sucking on an old fusion generator for power, something that converted sea water to hydrogen for fuel that he had found from some Aktain remnants. MDR-27 told about being with people and coming to the dark realization that beyond Silver and Nat, his neural net hardly could bring up any information on anyone he had spent time with. Though for someone as alone as HDW-38, that hardly felt dark. But after the stories were swapped, began the philosophy.
HDW-38 dug deep with his comrade. HDW-38 was a lonely philosopher and he preferred to search answers by merely observing. MDR-27 could never live that way, why they separated and would separate again. But HDW-38 was the first person to really get through the thick noggin of the wandering robot and really push him to consider a true life philosophy further than the hand at the end of one's arm. HDW-38 had no answers to what MDR-27 sought, he was an observer, mulling solutions and offering possible metrics to pursue the world. One's from humans and one's from outside perspectives. He did at least encourage that MDR-27 philosophically embrace becoming human on some levels. They were both built by humans, grew up in the hotbed of early human culture during unification that refined the disparate human mass into a crystallized cultural icon that many aliens came to emulate. While their real time together was small compared to other relationships that MDR-27 had, he had to admit it was one of great interest.
In time HDW-38 helped MDR-27 decide that while he had gone on adventures, fought wars, and experienced true hedonism, to find real purpose, he had to live a normal life. If he ever wanted to find humanity, one would have to walk in their shoes. Plus, it would be the middle path between adventure taking one's life and pleasure seeking consuming it. There still would be small adventures and pleasures, even combined together, but he would get to have some experience with what he had fought so hard to avoid: boredom. Monotony. Boring Shit. You know? Day to day stuff. HDW-38 had heaps of understanding of that, that's your primary activity when you live alone in a cavern that can only be accessed via the sea.
So MDR left Earth to go to Nessia to try to seek normalcy and humanity. The Nessian Expanse Republic was a human majority, prosperous, government to be under. But more over they required their soldiers to be psychics, which MDR thought was impossible. While not true, he was about as inert at it as a Valeen. (Valeen are naturally inert at Psychics and require major training to overcome that barrier.) MDR would be forced to just... be normal. Not find refuge in what came naturally to him. So he did. For years he pursued that. Government worker, approving and declining aid to different families. Busy work, but he was efficient at it. Decent hours, gave him time to spend with the people of Nessia. Humans were common, but he met with Issidores, Kittersua, Ikalyions, and others still. He mourned as friends passed, found love twice, companions of all forms and flavors, and toasted to the health of families and weddings.
Still, much of his life early on in the Nessia Republic was far from him totally being normal. He had come in contact with the pilot just known as Lone. He was somewhere between a pirate radio DJ that wandered around space and a spy. He acted as the primary agent against the DoS in the Solsia region of space and MDR-27 had to appreciate the cause. The Defender's of Sol weren't something MDR-27 agreed with, considering they were speciests who wanted to free Solsia of all other species but humans. They had made his trip to see HDW-38 quite difficult to say the least. Assisting the flow of information for Lone to forces working to subvert the DoS was something he was happy to do. Lone himself helped build up the idea of humanness in MDR-27 in return. Lone was one of the rebels who had fought against the Stewards of Mars alongside what became the DoS, but he was know where near as extreme. But there was that desire to make people be human in their ideals and culture, and MDR-27 was eager to absorb it from Lone.
Ultimately though this spawn of his life was merely a diversion to help him settle into a new life. Helping Lone had an edge of danger and excitement in it, sure, but Lone's fight was won within a speck of MDR-27's life span. In time, MDR helped Lone settle a proper radio station in Nessia. Part of Lone's victory did see to it that Lone was forbidden in ever coming to Sol again, somewhat depressing to Lone. MDR helped him through it, establishing him new contacts and a normal life. In helping Lone's reinterpretation after an exciting life also helped him see to it that he integrated into it more graciously as well, finding meaning in the simple things and balancing both work and play.
But nothing stays the same if you live life as long as a robot. When the Xatos Plague came, sweeping through the space train networks like an evil wind, standing in the wreckage was MDR. He was not prepared for how utterly it destroyed the NER, once the pillar of human power in the galaxy, now a ruin. Only the isolated Solsian Republic retained some inkling of its former life. In the ruins came the Cultists of Terror, trying to contact the Nightmare in an effort to save their lives.
The Solsian republic subsumed the Arrati Empire to become the Imperial Republic, crushing the Cultists within their space. Response in the former space of the Council was slower, a Sectian and Jeran movement from one side, while Issidore and Human psychics acted to clean up from the other side. MDR-27 joined the psychics, acting as their fist while they acted as the guides. Him and other Sprawls joined in the effort before long, the bitter act of destroying the corrupted, the lost, and the possessed eeking a dark place on the soul of anyone that participated. It wasn't long before the Collective Empire's territories were carved out, made up of the Sectian Empire and a collective of the remnants of the Sprawl, Jeran Prosstron, NER, and Fareth Confederacy. MDR-27 knew that he could never go back to normal after that though, the memories too gruesome to recover any sense of normalcy after that.
Hardly given time to rest, the Aktain Empire had just managed to snuff out the ill-fated cyber revolt within its own territory to attack the barely together Imperial Republic and Collective Empire. The year was the 6892 when this attack began. He chose to fight against the Aktain once again and finally end their threat to the rest of the species of the galaxy. They had once ruled the Milky Way, but that would never be true again. But the war proved to be MDR's undoing, getting damaged from the bolt of plasma through the Sternum that nearly burnt out his hard drive. He had grown overconfident and too much of a deathseeker.
MDR-27 was not the same after that. His memories were broken and disjointed when he was recovered, and old security programming had started expressing itself again. He couldn't curse anymore and he had a much more jovial nature suddenly. He could barely comprehend his own memories as his own, this sort of odd distance from his own disjointed memories had left him in a sort of a limbo state as far as his own person goes. Was he something new or just the old, tarnished by damage? But answers come with self-recollection, not in the middle of a war. Though by the time he was recovered, the three sides had declared their truce.
No, instead the Nightmare itself had chosen to do something unprecedented. Attack directly. Having had enough of the rest of the species dicking around, she attacked. Her intent was simple. Possess or kill everything alive in the Milky Way. MDR-27, along with the galaxy, was woefully under-prepared for this challenge. He was personally whisked off to not fight the war, but merely advise it. However good MDR-27's new body was for a proper direct fight, he was not built to withstand the forces that he would face if he decided to fight this head on. Within the war chambers he met Kel-08-IC, a Sectian. Their names are all like that, don't worry.
She was more a philosopher and a student of government than of war. She kept logistics and the sides working together, smoothing over the ruffled feathers from the previous war. Also ensuring the three Emperors did not try to dominate each other in the war, focusing on the efforts themselves. MDR-27 more tried to marshal unit tactics, using his vast experience, however disjointed it was, reform soldier tactics among the many different troops. Most of his tactical know how was programs at this point and not memories, still, those that still existed were helpful. They still met and came to discuss other facts of the matter. Some things pertaining to their fight and the Nightmare, others meaningless non-sense to help pull away from it. The Sectian's themselves are organics as used to changing bodies as are robotics. They even sometimes suffer memory loss in the process.
She was the first person to help start addressing his memory coherence and attitude problem. Their relationship was also probably the first one to be not entirely platonic between MDR-27 and an organic: Dreams are a rather odd place where one's limits are merely imaginary. More to be said is unnecessary. Her presence was soothing on him, helping bringing his mood swings down from erratic to triggered. While his therapy was far from over, her guidance and comfort helped him at least make strides to forging a new self from the fragments. Perhaps she would have, if he hadn't been taken from his new home.
Personality: Well, for starters, MDR-27's personality demonstrates some spottiness. He has horrible memories of murdering former friends possessed by the Nightmare but plenty of nice ones too, and he's not even sure which one are real and which one are data corruption. He tends to mostly be jovial overall but he has dark lapses at times when he focuses on dark memories. These tend to give him a melancholic tone to his speech along with a grim thought process to them.
MDR-27 since the war has always had some desire to be accepted as a fully realized human citizen. Not to be a human in form, he likes being made of metal and wiring still! But he tends to consider himself a human-robot and refers to humans as kin. Not that he has anything against aliens, you hear! To humans that don't see him that way, he tends to respond what might seem relatively out of character: Aggressively. He sees it as a deep insult and one he has had to put up with most of his life. So he sees insults like that, especially with the loss of the memories that helped him cope with his differences as well, as being terribly deep cutting.
With friends, he tends to be snarky, sarcastic, and prone to one liners if he feels nothing particular about the victim of his assault in question. This personality disappears if in a melancholic state, but when he's kind of normal state this tends to be his default mode. He also tends to be shallow and incapable of dealing with his deep, psychological rift that has happened due to spotty memories if one bothers him in his 'normal mode'. He tends to turn aggressive and angry in response to people probing him about his personality swings, or accusatory. This can seem at times a 'third' personality since his tone is neither like the 'normal' nor the 'melancholic.'
His primary mood swings tends to be around what part of his life he's been recently thinking about. His latter life tends to make him thickly melancholic and can also be triggered by things that remind him over those moments. Too much fighting tends to be the biggest way to pull him there or his early life, leaving him seeming almost without a personality. He can start reverting to parsed lines and static responses that seem more fitting of an early robot than a proper AI. This stiff personality might be seen as a fourth mood swing, but it can be a gamble trying to draw it out.
Calm and relaxation tends to pull him out of it in time to a more normal state. Alternatively, he resorts to a sort of mediative state to try to work through his emotions on his own. He's old and not the sort to attempt to burden others with his luggage: he can work it out himself. Though to be truly honest, it is more of a method to relieve emotion akin to crying for most organic beings. He isn't really meditating and working out solutions to his problems in those moments, just experiencing a slow, psychological release.
His major response in life is a desire to find the truth of his being. He's found himself with his memories shattered and torn away from the recovery phase of such an event. While he no longer has the desire for death with a purpose like before his memory shattering, he still hasn't decided what he wants to do with this in his mind. He hasn't made up his mind what sort of approach he wants to take to them: Is only what happens after the memory shattering real or should he try to forge a self from both the new and the old fragments?
His additional philosophies he never really came to have a definite answer to, but primarily in response to: What are you going to do with yourself in life? He believes he has a requirement to be a 'good guy' as it were. He has no desire to hurt innocents, steal from the impoverished, and he sees wealth as a minor concern. But should it be as an adventurer, seeking out wrongs to right? Should it be as a soldier, doing the best he can within the strictures of a higher authority? Or should it be as someone normal, simply enriching the lives of those around him with his presence (however mediocre that is?) What defines being a good guy may also come up if you prod him enough: He's not a great philosopher like his friends. Though his general attitude tends to align closely to a Utilitarian philosophy, even if his shattered memories won't tell him that.
Abilities/Weaknesses: He is equipped with four superconductor cells that store a vast amount of energy. He can actually generate enough energy into an energy based weapon (Plasma or laser) to create shots if the gun is in his hand. He can do it at a distance, but his wireless energy transmitter is not optimized, so he experiences massive energy fluctuations when he does that. This energy generator works two ways, allowing him to drain power directly from power cells he has contact with, though he's more efficient with things closer to his technologies.
He is also capable of generator a Disruptor Shield. In Starlight Universe, a "Disruptor" Shield says that the shield acts to disrupt the sub-atomic particles of the incoming weapon. For matter objects, this breaks the object down into free Quarks and electrons that harmless pass through MDR. For Photons, it disperses the energy into sub-space, thus removing its incoming effects in real space. Despite its complicated nature, it is quite energy efficient and especially effective against weapons that rely on offensive uses of the disruption technology. He can also wrap this around his fist and punch someone. The effect is brutal.
He is equipped with a small jump jet pack. This allows him to thrust 10 meters into the air (In addition to jump height) or 6 meters forwards. He will use meters also. All the time.
He is also quite resilient to most forms of damage, especially bladed, stronger than a human, capable of converting most electrical power into power for him, and quick on reactions.
RP sample: http://beammeout.dreamwidth.org/453.html?thread=2757#cmt2757
http://beammeout.dreamwidth.org/453.html?thread=1989#cmt1989
