Post by Android 13 on Sept 12, 2020 11:46:51 GMT
Character Name: Android 13
Canon Character or Original Character: Canon
Face Claim: Android 13 (DBZ Movie: Android 13)
Character Race: Android
Character Racial Traits:
Unlimited Energy: While you still have 50% or more of your HP remaining, you automatically receive 2 respites and regenerate 20% fatigue per turn (as you are already using the maximum number of respites, you cannot spend additional actions to recover more fatigue). Once your health drops below 50%, you must spend actions to regain fatigue as normal.
Undetectable: Cannot have your Power Level viewed via Scouters or Ki Sense. Always in 'Undetectable' Battle Status.
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: Appears roughly to be in his late 20's to early 30's.
Character Alignment: Virtuous (Since reconstruction)
Starting Planet: Earth
Starting Items:
Internal Scouter: External scouters are so last year. This is built into your head! (Slotless | Functions as a Scouter, providing access to Sense)
Plasteel Armour Plating: No one can say you weren’t built to last (Slot: Accessory | Reduces damage from Physical attacks by 5%)
Plasteel Armour Plating: No one can say you weren’t built to last (Slot: Accessory | Reduces damage from Physical attacks by 5%)
Starting Technique:
T-2 Hell Flash:
Fatigue: 10
Damage: Ki 11%
Damage: Ki 11%
Description: Energy. The android removes his arms from the forearm down, they then release a large wave of energy from both armholes.
Hard to Negate/Overwhelm. Overheats
Hard to Negate/Overwhelm. Overheats
Stats:
Strength: 100
Ki: 150
Agility: 125
Durability: 125
Personality:
Upon reconstruction and the installing of an ethics chip, Android 13 evolved into something resembling a human being in behavior. A classic southerner, Android 13 is a loud, cocky and very hands-on country-boy, solving practical problems with a smile on his face. He is still, despite his ethics chip, a believer in the superiority of android design over other races, often taking a moment or two to boast or flaunt his nature to weaker opponents or individuals in general. Instead of this feature driving him into a state of speciest fury, however, Android 13's perspective only drives him further into the corner of Earth and Humanity, believing that it is beings like himself that are designed for the protection of the planet.
That being said, hero-work isn't all he does! When he has free time on his hands, Android 13 can often be found on the road, a courier for Capsule Corp or other corporations, ferrying parts in his massive truck! A trucker by artificially constructed heart, he finds his times on the road with the roar of his engine relaxing, soothing even, the sound of two machines working together to make the world a better place.
When it comes to his Red-Ribbon past, 13 looks back in disappointment... and even anger! He had been programmed... KILLED in the name of domination! And for what? There were no leaders to govern, nobody to maintain infrastructure, just a mission for revenge and power! Despite this, he doesn't hide the fact of his origins. He still wears the emblem of the Red-Ribbon Army across his hat and vest, a memento of sorts... of what not to turn back into.
Above all else, 13 wants nothing more than to do right by Earth and its people... even if that means busting a few heads to do so. Sometimes, death is necessary in order to contain a threat and, while not the first to jump to this solution, he is most certainly not the last. If peaceful resolution seems less than possible, Android 13 will drop all pretenses and become the silent assassin he had been programmed to be from the start, seeking the most effective ways to end his foes, even if they aren't strictly above-board.
Also, Southernisms for days.
That being said, hero-work isn't all he does! When he has free time on his hands, Android 13 can often be found on the road, a courier for Capsule Corp or other corporations, ferrying parts in his massive truck! A trucker by artificially constructed heart, he finds his times on the road with the roar of his engine relaxing, soothing even, the sound of two machines working together to make the world a better place.
When it comes to his Red-Ribbon past, 13 looks back in disappointment... and even anger! He had been programmed... KILLED in the name of domination! And for what? There were no leaders to govern, nobody to maintain infrastructure, just a mission for revenge and power! Despite this, he doesn't hide the fact of his origins. He still wears the emblem of the Red-Ribbon Army across his hat and vest, a memento of sorts... of what not to turn back into.
Above all else, 13 wants nothing more than to do right by Earth and its people... even if that means busting a few heads to do so. Sometimes, death is necessary in order to contain a threat and, while not the first to jump to this solution, he is most certainly not the last. If peaceful resolution seems less than possible, Android 13 will drop all pretenses and become the silent assassin he had been programmed to be from the start, seeking the most effective ways to end his foes, even if they aren't strictly above-board.
Also, Southernisms for days.
History:
Android 13, one of the many believed failed experiments of Dr. Gero, was completed and reactivated in order to fuel his drive for world domination and revenge! His cruel, calculating nature proved to be a dangerous threat for a good number of Z-Fighters but it would by their hands that he would be destroyed, dismantled down to his smallest parts. Perhaps seeing some admirable qualities in the Android or believing that he deserved a chance at a life of his own, the scientests of Earth would salvage what they could of the old red-ribbon android, rebuilding what they had to and doing a NEAR-COMPLETE overhaul of his software! What was once a simple killing machine with a personality was quickly remade into something more, something closer to what it was made to resemble.
...Android 13 would wake up on the operating table, confused, scared even as he watched a number of doctors working on his systems. Arms being reattached, his head-case being fully reassembled, his clothes being remade off in the corner. One of the scientists, one with a black cat on his shoulder, would inform the android of the situation, that... he was to be made as close to human as possible. 13 could only stare quietly, unsure what to think. His original programming... no longer having a hold on his thoughts, no longer SCREAMING in his ear to murder Goku and his allies! For once... it was quiet... and he could feel... things? Before it was just... cold hatred, a feeling pumped into his veins like the coolant inside... Now...? Just... so many other things...
Once he was allowed to go, 13 ventured off into the world alone... discovering that there were things out there... he wanted! Like a big TRUCK for example! Seeing something so beautiful drive by... it was a compulsion almost as strong as Gero's programming! Stumbling his way through reintegration into society, Android 13 found that he had a knack for this whole "human" thing, quickly landing a job as a courier of parts between human cities as well as a staunch defender of earth! He discovered he... enjoyed this new feeling of independence, freedom, the ability to choose based on what HE wanted. So strange... but at the same time, it was hard to pull up accurate files on what it was really LIKE before then... With a trucker hat on his head and a drawl on his tongue, 13 would head out into the world... Ready to defend it with his new life.
...Android 13 would wake up on the operating table, confused, scared even as he watched a number of doctors working on his systems. Arms being reattached, his head-case being fully reassembled, his clothes being remade off in the corner. One of the scientists, one with a black cat on his shoulder, would inform the android of the situation, that... he was to be made as close to human as possible. 13 could only stare quietly, unsure what to think. His original programming... no longer having a hold on his thoughts, no longer SCREAMING in his ear to murder Goku and his allies! For once... it was quiet... and he could feel... things? Before it was just... cold hatred, a feeling pumped into his veins like the coolant inside... Now...? Just... so many other things...
Once he was allowed to go, 13 ventured off into the world alone... discovering that there were things out there... he wanted! Like a big TRUCK for example! Seeing something so beautiful drive by... it was a compulsion almost as strong as Gero's programming! Stumbling his way through reintegration into society, Android 13 found that he had a knack for this whole "human" thing, quickly landing a job as a courier of parts between human cities as well as a staunch defender of earth! He discovered he... enjoyed this new feeling of independence, freedom, the ability to choose based on what HE wanted. So strange... but at the same time, it was hard to pull up accurate files on what it was really LIKE before then... With a trucker hat on his head and a drawl on his tongue, 13 would head out into the world... Ready to defend it with his new life.
Sample RP:
A massive truck hummed down the winding road towards West City, 13 in the driver's seat with an elbow resting on the open window, his head resting on his shoulder! Was such a nice day out side, he figured, what with the sun shinin' as brightly as it was, the breeze as cool as an ice-tea in winter... Heh... What a time it was to be alive! Even now, 13 was listening to all the malarchy coming over his truck's radio, the politics, the country music, the-
BOOM!
13 JERKED forward in his seat, forehead SMACKING off the dashboard as he ran headlong into... SOMETHING, the damage to himself being non-existent, the damage to his truck though... how his heart ached with the sound of twisting metal. Stepping out slowly, the android would spot a soldier in armor, spikey hair and eye-piece complete with a tail wrapped just above his hips, his gloved fist punched RIGHT through the engine of his truck! Instantly, the sharp, silver eyes of 13 FLASHED with outrage, watching as smoke began billowing out from within!
"Well, son. Yer either lookin' for an ol' fashion butt-whoopin' or yer dumber than a second coat o' paint..." 13 southernized, cracking his gloved knuckles as he stepped up to the sayain. "'Cause NOBODY touches mah truck!"
BOOM!
13 JERKED forward in his seat, forehead SMACKING off the dashboard as he ran headlong into... SOMETHING, the damage to himself being non-existent, the damage to his truck though... how his heart ached with the sound of twisting metal. Stepping out slowly, the android would spot a soldier in armor, spikey hair and eye-piece complete with a tail wrapped just above his hips, his gloved fist punched RIGHT through the engine of his truck! Instantly, the sharp, silver eyes of 13 FLASHED with outrage, watching as smoke began billowing out from within!
"Well, son. Yer either lookin' for an ol' fashion butt-whoopin' or yer dumber than a second coat o' paint..." 13 southernized, cracking his gloved knuckles as he stepped up to the sayain. "'Cause NOBODY touches mah truck!"
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