forum D E V I A N T (Open!)

Started July 03, 2018 by @PuffPoff

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"F***ing Androids." Aisha mumbled to herself after reading the fifty third Deviancy case on her computer. Apparently a PL600 model had nearly killed it's owner in the middle of the night. She cracked her knuckles as she leaned back in her seat. "I swear to God, people need to keep better tabs on these machines. No one ever knows where they go after they go Deviant, which doesn't help me whatsoever."

(Sure! Humans are cool too)

Name: Orion Lopse
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
Type: Human who sympathises with Androids and Deviants.
Age: 19
Model Type: N/A
Personality: Cares for others, wants to make the world better, bleeding heart, protects his family
Appearance: Slim, tan, and scruffy
Backstory: Born and raised on the streets. His mother lost her job to an Android, and did her best to give Orion a good life. She died less than a year ago. Orion carries respect for androids from the one who tried to save his mother, going out of protocol to give her treatment. The Deviant's actions gave Orion another night with his mother, and he hasn't seen the android since.
Other: Is known to give food to some of the younger kids.

(This work?)

Orion moved softly through the streets, footsteps quiet and hood pulled up. As he walks, his blue eyes scan the crowd for good targets. He would always prefer to take from humans rather than Androids who couldn't defend themselves. Spotting his target, a man in a protest against Androids, he makes his move. Faking a stumble, he falls into the man. As Orion gets off he apologises profusely, and the man spits curses at him. Making his way to one of his hiding spots, Orion fingers through the wallet, smiling at the bills inside. He tucks the bills in his pocket, and throws the rest of the wallet into the trash. With his shoulders relaxed he wanders the shops, eventually finding something to eat.

Shoot! I missed it!!)

Jai slowly approached the house, his master must've gone inside. He entered the house and put the things away in the kitchen

The PJ500 model, seeing that no one was listening to him, sighed and sat down on the cold ground. Devan looked around at the gloomy freighter he now called home. People come to Jericho in hope of being free. This place is supposed to be a haven, but the atmosphere and lack of Deviants says otherwise. He stated in his head as he crossed his arms and began pacing back and forth.

(The beginning)
Tom walks along the street, his hands in his pockets and hood over his head. His blueish glowing eyes shinning in the dark eerily. he narrows them for a moment, zoning in on a moving object that happened to be a peice of trash

(idk how to jump in)

(your character could be in a store being sold to a customer or be serving someone they are already owned by?)

(Sorry! I got grounded so I'm sneaking back here)
Calixto hurried through the crowded streets. He noticed nearby protesters and hat to refrain from getting angry and fighting. He'd only end up caught in an instant. The group was interrupted anyways by a man falling into another. There was hissing and yells of anger for the man's mistake. As said man went on his way, Cal noticed he let with more than he came with. He almost smiled but remembered that they were all human. Pushing through the crowd, he made his way forward. As long as it was away from here.

(Ooh be careful don't get caught)
The Androids started whispering around him, huddled together in small groups. "He's right, we can't stay here and do nothing." Devan heard one of them say. Everyone here knows that we can't stay hiding, but what else are we supposed to do? He asked himself. One of the Deviants, who was huddled against the wall next to Devan, shook her head. "I thought Jericho was supposed to be a place for us to be free, but it seems to just be our graveyard."

Tom walks past a group of Androids just like him but he doesnt look back. Nor does he say anything to them