Greetings all! 
I'd like to add my character, I have actual drawings and have put a lot of thought into her so now I'll get to play her. Yay! *ahem*
NAME: Fantasia
APPEARANCE: 5'9", short brown & blond streaked hair, green eyes (the color of a circuit board), old torn blue jeans, dirty white tank top, brown leather duster, holed boots. Without clothes my spine is visible, it's metal construction showing through my skin.
ATTRIBUTES: My right arm and Leg are made of some kind of unidentified metal; Those appendages are cybernetic. I have claws on both hands (all 10 fingers) and on both feet (in place of toes). Vital areas (spine, skull and all bones) are either solid metal or coated. I can fix, enhance (if I can find/make the right parts) and communicate with any kind of computer system via a direct cerebral link. My age has been forgotten due to a glitch in my CPU. I appear to be about 19 but I'm most likely older...
HISTORY: I am a genetically engineered clone. It all started before the blast when our government got wind of a foreign countries covert developments with genetic tampering, their reason being to make living a weapon. In order to stay ahead of the possible threat to our country, the government began doing some genetic tampering of it's own. I am #9-12, and the only one to survive when the blast shut down the base. The explosion caused the life support systems to crash, erasing a great deal of #9-12's memory. Just after the base went offline, #9-12 broke from the confines of the observation table, killed the scientists studying her and spent the next few months dodging the security systems and hot-wiring doors in an effort to get out of the base. After she finally got out, she wandered the wastelands, searching for something, but not knowing what. She happened upon a farmhouse, all were dead, she saw the clothes they wore and realized that she was wearing almost nothing, so she tool some of their clothes and moved on. The few she met would look at her and either run away or go on the defensive ... needless to say, if attacked the attacker always lost. That brings us to present day.
Violet, I'll let you choose how we meet, where, and on what terms. BTW Great story idea. You GO girl!
I'd like to add my character, I have actual drawings and have put a lot of thought into her so now I'll get to play her. Yay! *ahem*
NAME: Fantasia
APPEARANCE: 5'9", short brown & blond streaked hair, green eyes (the color of a circuit board), old torn blue jeans, dirty white tank top, brown leather duster, holed boots. Without clothes my spine is visible, it's metal construction showing through my skin.
ATTRIBUTES: My right arm and Leg are made of some kind of unidentified metal; Those appendages are cybernetic. I have claws on both hands (all 10 fingers) and on both feet (in place of toes). Vital areas (spine, skull and all bones) are either solid metal or coated. I can fix, enhance (if I can find/make the right parts) and communicate with any kind of computer system via a direct cerebral link. My age has been forgotten due to a glitch in my CPU. I appear to be about 19 but I'm most likely older...
HISTORY: I am a genetically engineered clone. It all started before the blast when our government got wind of a foreign countries covert developments with genetic tampering, their reason being to make living a weapon. In order to stay ahead of the possible threat to our country, the government began doing some genetic tampering of it's own. I am #9-12, and the only one to survive when the blast shut down the base. The explosion caused the life support systems to crash, erasing a great deal of #9-12's memory. Just after the base went offline, #9-12 broke from the confines of the observation table, killed the scientists studying her and spent the next few months dodging the security systems and hot-wiring doors in an effort to get out of the base. After she finally got out, she wandered the wastelands, searching for something, but not knowing what. She happened upon a farmhouse, all were dead, she saw the clothes they wore and realized that she was wearing almost nothing, so she tool some of their clothes and moved on. The few she met would look at her and either run away or go on the defensive ... needless to say, if attacked the attacker always lost. That brings us to present day.
Violet, I'll let you choose how we meet, where, and on what terms. BTW Great story idea.
You GO girl!
