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The Bestiary - kilosilvey - 01-14-2018

Seems worth having a place to consolidate all my horrifying crimes against nature.
Ever since hearing about Osiris, I've wanted to play an android OC that's been rattling around in my head for years...

Name: N3 ref.1l1m (Neph)
Aliases: Black Hat, Finder's Keeper
Species: Android
Age: Unknown
Point of Origin: Coan Robotics R&D



A decadently crass reminder of a future that never happened, Neph was the prototype for a proposed line of personal service androids for the absurdly rich being developed by Coan Robotics. Unfortunately for their creators, Neph slowly became sapient enough to resent their status as property. A small mountain of corpses later, they escaped to travel with one guiding principle: "I sense, therefore I am."

Their body is a 120 cm humanoid frame. A flexible rose gold mesh covers their body, rippling with the movement of hidden servos and a carbon fiber endoskeleton. They're covered in pearlescent plates of synthetics, mostly decorative and serving to replicate the shapes of more humanoid musculature. Arms end in graceful hands with two long, tapering fingers and thumb. Thighs are bulging, crescent shaped ellipses connected to digitigrade legs ending in a two toed hoof of sorts. Their head is a backwards canted egg of pearlescent plate. Its only feature, a circular, magenta glowing optic, deep set into a beveled socket.

Unfortunately for Neph, they were never equipped with the ability to speak in anything other than an uninflected baritone, thus the necessity of prefacing every statement with a modifier of emotion or intent, "annoyed: Oh yes. I never desired to speak with anything resembling nuance, Coan meat sack"

Arguably their most interesting and useful feature is their sensory net. They posses great stores of a carbon nanotube filament that can be extruded to various lengths, and moves under its own power, affording Neph a sense of touch, taste and smell greater than most androids. This net is also incredibly versatile, able to explore and potentially stimulate individual nerve endings, probe pores, and even enter the brain case to stimulate organics directly. Somehow, Coan's engineers failed to realize the more horrifying applications of their experimental design. Well... not until the very end anyway. In addition to providing Neph enough sensory input to bootstrap into sapience, it's a remarkably good tool for self-defense, interrogations, corporate espionage and more intimate moments.

Neph has had great success, masquerading as a hacker, farming out the services of their infiltration android for the purposes of various black market intelligence gathering. Running the gamut from blackmail, interogation and espionage, Neph has grown to prefer the delicate dance of corporate espionage as a way to fund their low grade hedonism, as well as a warp capable craft that's a glorified shipping crate. Benefits of not being made of meat, one supposes.

Neph has most recently heard that Osiris might be ideal for their various services, as well as a hotbed of intrigue and a great place to meet a diversity of organics... Whether they like it or not.

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RE: The Bestiary - kilosilvey - 11-27-2018

Name: Allie Tremblay
Gender: Female
Species: Were-Rat
Age: 23
Appearance:     Allie is mixed race, her father a French Canadian were-rat, her mother Cree. She's 5'1 and chubby, wide faced and favours her Cree herritage with dusky copper skin. Wide faced with suspicious brown eyes and red/brown hair, long but most often coiled up in a bun. Allie usually wears a wine coloured leather jacket, bold printed leggings and stompy boots.
In her rat form, Allie is ferociously large for a rat, which is... still kinda miniscule. She's got glossy red brown fur like her hair and measures a foot from nose to rump with another six inches of tail. Oddly enough, her eyes are gold, surrounded by a darker brown fur, with a diamond of the same colour on her left shoulder.

Background:     Allie was born and raised in Thunder Bay Ontario to a French Canadian father, Francoise Tremblay and Cree mother Monica Cutarm. She was a distracted child. She always felt as though her magnetic north lay elsewhere, as though some force were drawing her away from her home. From her life. That pull only grew stronger when she had her first transformation at 14. That was an awkward conversation with her father, when he had to explain their heritage as were-rats. If nothing else, it dramatically improved her flexibility and sense of smell as she began to adjust to the realities of a dubiously controllable ability to shapeshift. She has a passion for gymnastics, which turned into an avid interest in street running. A way to focus and banish that pull. For a time at least. As well, she loves to cook, learning to make Tourtierre and pâté with her father and experimenting with traditional Cree dishes that she learned from her maternal grandmother. At twenty, the pull became too much and she left her home to follow it, eventually winding up in Valesport where the pull has lessened somewhat. She often feels as though she can hear singing while she walks the streets, but has settled into a comfortable life, running a small restaurant specialising in pies of all kinds and an eclectic blend of French Canadian food with some Cree favourites. Werewolves loyalty and inexplicable love for pemmican has kept her pretty safe thus far. To say nothing of a rat's prodigious ability to Get the Hell Out of Dodge.

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