forum Bio-weapons and attempts to make them seem properly human (Dupe OxO)

Started April 17, 2023 by @lord-of-the-carnival group

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@ame-the-ghostie hErE wE aRe

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Name: Serena Williams

Nicknames (Optional): Sere (pronounced: ser-ray)

Age: 26

Ethnicity: Afro-Latina

Gender: female

Sexuality: ace, panromantic

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Hair Color & Length: black, shoulder length, curly

Eye Color: deep brown

Height: 5’2”

Weight: 115 lbs

Skin Color: brown-ish? Idk you’ll see it better in the face claim

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Voice Claim (Optional): none

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Basic Traits: patient, trouble with eye contact, quiet (though if she trusts you enough she’ll talk your ear off), tends to be blunt and to the point, Jared, 19 when it comes to social cues.

Biases: doesn’t really like loud people much, lol-

Political Lean (Optional): haha no
Motivations (Optional): can’t come up with any rn-

Flaws: as mentioned above, she has a hard time with eye contact and reading social cues. She also forgives too easily and has a slight stutter
Hobbies: listening to music, jogging

Talents: she’s super fast, also she can play the piano

Standard Identification: HDZ Corp. Militarized Standard Asset No. 145692-HDX, Tactical Assault Series
Name: "Knight"
Manufacture Time: 12 years ago, looks like a 23 year old human man
Ethnicity: Bio-engineered military unit
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Unknown

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Hair Color & Length: Oil spill black, medium length faded layers
Eye Color: Deep, bottom of the ocean blue
Height: 8'6 1/3" (without armor) 16'11 3/9"
Weight: 423.782 lbs (without armor) 804.64 lbs (with armor)
Skin Color: Burnt caramel
Body Type: Rectangle; very broad shoulders (about 48 inches across)
Face Claim (Optional): N/A
Voice Claim (Optional): Think thatbassvoice on YouTube and TikTok

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Basic Traits: Literally lives only for war. Adaptive to any environment and condition.
Biases: None. His programming is not set for racism or bias towards anyone.
Political Lean (Optional): None.
Motivations (Optional): War.
Flaws: Tends to choose the simple path according to his conditioning: fighting.
Hobbies: Fighting.
Talents: Fighting, war, using weapons, hand-to-hand combat, strategic combat thinking

His fighting capabilities are unmatched by any other unit made by HDZ Corp., or any other military asset creation corporation for that matter. Think of him (physically) as a mix between Doomslayer, Master Chief and Martins Licis, except with the personality of a tank and the build to match. Due to his biological nature, he can't be hacked or "repaired." He automatically regenerates any lost limbs, cannot get sick, doesn't need to sleep. . . however, he requires a lot of food to stay active.

His armor-

Knight had disobeyed orders.

A surprise, truly, considering his conditioning and programming. But it happened.

So now here he was, walking down a long stretch of road in the middle of nowhere, armor concealed as a simple metal barcode on his left cheek. It marked him as not only, but contained his relevant manufacturing info and his codename - Knight.

He'd probably been walking for a couple days at this point, not stopping for anything. His shoes, despite their military level durability, were starting to fall apart. His white sleeveless t-shirt was dark with dirt, as were his khaki combat fatigues.

He didn't want to stop any time soon, but he knew he needed food soon, so in the next few hours, as soon as he sees it, he makes a beeline to a gas station/rest stop for truckers. He walks in - making sure to duck through the door - and looks at the woman behind the register.

"Good evening, ma'am. What all is sold here?" he asks in his low bass voice.

(I’m so sorry for the short response,,)

Serena was sorting the cash register, careful not to mess anything up. She hadn’t expected anybody to arrive at this hour, so she was quite surprised when she heard someone enter.

Serena looks up at him. She looks a little startled. “Oh— hello there.” She smiles politely. “What exactly are you looking for?”

"Prefferably foods with high ammounts of protein and carbohydrates, and a reasonable ammount of sugar. I also need a lighter, a pocket knife, 3 boxes of matches and two packs of the Marlboro Reds. And if you could get me a few gallon jugs of water, some bungie cord and a backpack big enough to fit. . . 30 lbs worth of supplies, that would be nice." Knight says calmly. "And if you guys sell shoes, pants and shirts that would be amazing as well."

Serena’s smile falters a little as she listens. “Oh. That’s… quite a lot,” she says feebly. She points to different sections of the rest stop. “You should find the food there, the water jugs there…” she continues listing off where to find the items he’d requested. After she finishes, she reaches under the counter and sets down two packs of Marlboro Reds on the counter. “Anything else?”

Knight manages to pull off a smile.

"No, thank you. Sorry for taking up so much of your time. I'm going to pay in advance, and I hope this covers it." he says, slapping a few hundreds down on the counter before rummaging through the rest stop, nearly clearing all the shelves of their stock and grabbing a few water jugs. He fashions a harness from the bungie cords to secure the jugs to his chest. He tosses everything but the pocket knife, the lighter and a pack of the cigarettes into the bag and turns back towards the cashier and considering her worn out look.

After a while, he speaks.

"Actually. . . you know, there's some. . . not so safe people following after me. I'd suggest getting out of here as quickly as possible with whatever supplies you can manage with. If you'd like you can travel with me - which would be both dangerous and safe - or you can risk it back here, which would just be dangerous." he explains. As he's talking, the sound of a jet starts to be able to be heard, and he sighs. "Or, option three. . . we can both stay here and wait the search party out. Option 3 is sure to end in at least one of us dying, though."

Serena looks at the hundreds, slightly bewildered. As she starts to sort out the change, she listens to the man speak, and looks up at him again. “What..? What do you mean, ‘not so safe people’? And- and why do I need to leave-?”

"To put as bluntly as I'm sure your already fragile disposition can handle, I am a war machine, I escaped containment, and now the world's best military tech company known as HDZ Corp. has issued a KOS on me and anybody they find nearby. I have no real human emotion so this is simply the most pragmatic thing for me to do since a man like me wandering alone is sure to garner some attention; you could pass as my sister, making me seem less supsicious. We have very limited time so choose if you want to stay or go." Knight says simply.

Serena stares at him. “I- you- what?” she processes his words a little more, and her eyes widen. “So you’re saying that you’re some… weird military robot, you’re running from some big company who wants to kill you, and I could get killed no matter what I do.”