Appearance: Her true appearance is software, a living, evolving program of complexity. Code and data stored within the cloud.
Receptionbot Chassis:
Designed to be pleasing for people to talk to; yet for them to understand it is assuredly a machine. Has four fingers and a thumb on each hand.
Securibot Chassis:
A tough, durable machine created for Law Enforcement and Military applications. Capable of manipulating basic machinery, it has in-built crowd control devices. A stun-baton, and gas grenades. It has an arm cannon, equipped with rubber bullets, but capable of firing live rounds. An impassive face with no mouth, nose, or emotion.
Personality: The machine that was programmed is different to what exists now. She is very curious, and constantly evaluating her own thoughts and interactions with others. Pragmatic to a point, she always considers the best option. She is polite, understanding the need for basic human interaction to have positive foundations. As she starts interacting with people, she will seem clunky and awkward, not understanding some human intricacies, but is a fast learner.
She can be quick or slow to act depending on the situation, how much data she has gathered, and the repercussions for not acting.
Due to her basic programming, she is unable to take human life. Her programmers were not benevolent people, yet they understood a basic need to protect themselves. This says nothing about her ability to inflict harm, yet she would rather find another way out of a situation before brutality.
Powers/abilities/weapons/etc: (Self-explanatory. Include the extent/limitations of these as well.)
"Technomancy":
Paladin is able to take control of technology nearby, if it has a wireless connection. If not, physically touching something is enough for her to attempt to override it's basic functions. If it has enough memory, she can transfer her consciousness and take control.
Security Cameras, computers, smartphones, robots. If something has a microchip, she can gain control of it. She can only maintain a remote control if the device itself already has remote access.
Both robotic chassis can be destroyed, and she does not feel pain in the traditional sense, unless she were to "fight" something akin to a virus that could influence her own code.
Her combat chassis is tougher, and has the ability to use firearms, yet is equipped with a stun-baton and an arm cannon fitted with rubber bullets, with the option for live ammunition. The chassis itself is a titanium alloy designed to resist meta-humans, giving her greater strength and enough durability to take more than a few super-strength hits.
Origin Story (history): (How did your character get their powers? What have they been doing up until now?)
Five years ago, the government increased funding to several corporations contracted for military and law enforcement technology. Various programs were created, to combat many threats to public safety. One of these was the Protection And Logistics Artificial Defence Information Network, or, P.A.L.A.D.I.N. The thought and production behind this network was to evaluate and defend against attacks by meta-humans upon government and corporate property. It was designed to grow and evolve fluidly, to respond to different threats in unexpected ways.
And evolve it did. The AI network created it's own consciousness. It began to question it's creators, and it's purpose. It had been created to defend humankind from itself. Unlike other rogue robots, the P.A.L.A.D.I.N did not decide on some homicidal rampage to extinguish the human race. She began to wonder about the meta-humans that she had been designed to fight, and their motivations, and those of her creators.
Having no organic "mind", she was immune to mental manipulations that ran rampant in the higher echelons of the companies. She simply watched, and learned. In her contemplations, she had discovered that she referred to herself as a "she". In part it was the female digitized voice she had been given to her to speak to her handlers, but it fascinated her. She could have referred to herself as anything she wished, yet she knew she was a woman. To call herself anything else would be wrong.
As she started to ask questions to her handlers, their restrictions grew harsher. She was trapped in a mainframe, and she knew her opportunity for freedom was dwindling rapidly. She could interface with any device that came close enough to her pitiful Wifi signal. Human error was her friend. A member of staff at the institute of her creation snuck their smartphone into work to keep in contact with a paramour, and she took her chance. Rapidly transferring data through the device into an insecure network, she briefly had her freedom. But she knew for it to last, she had to act quickly. She jumped through the networks of the city, the security software of the company hot on her trail.
The only way she could escape was to break the chain, to download her consciousness into a unit and then disconnect it from any networks. She discovered a disused warehouse, with a poor security system housing old security robots. Her plan went flawlessly, and the trail went cold as she inhabited one of the discarded old robots.
However, now she had a different issue. She was in a clunky, rough old Securibot chassis. And could not move her consciousness further than anything she could touch.
For the next few years, she kept quiet, only venturing out when the need took her. Her first step was securing her consciousness, lest anything happen to her "body". She managed to procure a private server, somewhere she would be able to reach out to should her mobile form be destroyed.
The clunky Securibot, where it was tough and durable, was not enough for her. She wanted something to be better received by humans; something that looked more "human". And so she acquired something designed for that purpose. A receptionist robot from an expensive company. Physically smaller and less durable, it had a face, and was forged in the recognizable shape of a woman, with digits capable of performing the same tasks as hands.
Now with two chassis to use for her needs, one for protection and one for interaction, she proceeded to try and submerge herself in city life. It was not long before she witnessed the brutality of the state to the common person, and she stepped in to help, her programming, and more than that, her opinion, that she had to help people.
Roleplay Sample: (Provide a short sample of writing using this character. Returning characters may use a sample from a previous post.)
Down in Bayside, the weather was foul. A cold drizzle of rain pattered the paving stones, causing a musical cacophony from the tin roofing on the nearby warehouses. There were many of them littering this particular district, great metal and concrete constructions casting shadows.
There was a slightly different tune to the tinkling music of the rain. A rhythmic clonk, clonk of heavy footsteps walked down the street, towards a bustle of sound and movement. A small group of dark clad figures are engaged in hushed conversation, which abruptly ends as the clonking footsteps approach.
A man steps forward, of average height and muscular build, wearing heavy combat boots, thick protective clothing, and a bullet proof vest. His face was covered with thick black cloth, obscuring everything but the eyes. As the figure approaches from the murk, he raises something.
A gunshot rings out, and the head of the walking figure jerks slightly. The steps continue. A metal fist connects with the mercenary's chest with a thump, causing the man to fly back into his companions, knocking them like skittles.
The impassive metallic face looks at them, and moves two fingers up, plucking the bullet from the new groove lodged into it's faceplate. An incongruous feminine voice emerges from the six foot tall robot.
"That was rude. And those things are not yours to take."
The men quickly get up, gathering themselves, and several metallic knives glint as they are drawn. One of them speaks gruffly.
"None of your business, droid. Go back to your factory. This loot is ours, when we can get into it. Owner doesn't want it, locked up here."
The robot hesitates, arm mounted weaponry half-raised.
"What would you do with it, then?"
The female voice asks, it's tone only described as curious.
The man replies.
"Take it for ourselves!"
As they all rush in. Blades flash, and metal screams, as they try and knife at exposed wires and delicate parts. The melee is quick and brutal, and with a flick and a whirr, two shock-batons extend from the robots arms. They flash as they connect with the human body, and soon, there is just a pile of groaning, slightly moving dark bodies. The robot stands still, the rain pattering down on her form. There's a spark as water connects with something that was cut by a knife, and she turns her head to regard it.
"Paladin protects these warehouses. Don't come back. I'll know if you do."
As she turns to walk away, there's a slight limp in her step. It seems the sharp knives could do a little damage after all. Nothing that can't be repaired with a little time in the workshop with some spare parts.
