• Eyes are dark blue with sharp red pupils and red lines

° They are cybernetic enhancements, his real eyes got replaced long ago

• Scars on his right eyebrow, upper left lip, and over the bridge of his nose

• 95% of his body has been replaced with robotic parts

° The flesh coloured parts of him are synthetic skin

° Most of it has been removed as he never got  them fixed or improved and simply disintegrated or fell off over time

° He prefers to show off his robotic parts proudly

° The only real part of him that is still Human is the top part of his jaw and head

• Feel free to draw her however you want and in any clothing you want. 

Can be original and designed by you or an existing outfit.

• Loose skirts and dresses are yes ✔️✔️✔

° Prefers to wear dresses and skirts (short ones are best so her tail can be comfortable)

• Any clothing that allows for movement ✔️✔️

• Rarely wears pants, if at all (shorts are ok)

• Wears a lot of purple, blue, and pink

• Experiment with different styles

• Nothing too extreme or NSFW

• Can cosplay different characters too 

• Long hair leads to some creative hairstyles

• Long, side swept bangs (hair parted to her left and over her purple eye)

• Braids, half up, etc

• Hair accessories, hats, and bows ✔️✔️✔️ (as long as it doesn't get in the way of her ears) 

[REDACTED] was a brilliant mind within the robotics community, he had so many ideas and improvements for the field, and yet, because of something so small and simple as his looks, he was discarded entirely.

It didn’t matter what he did or how brilliant he was, his peers ostracized him and refused to acknowledge his efforts. So he turned to his more mechanical ‘friends’ and threw all of his time and efforts into them, soon earning him many names and insults.

Even the ones who were supposed to nurture them and their skills turned their backs on him, he had no one to turn to. No one but the robots.

Since that day, he learned how truly ugly Humankind could be and how simply divine their mechanical creations are.

After years of scraping by, the insults and torment did not stop, instead it got worse. He couldn’t go anywhere without being pointed at, shoved to the ground,and called a freak.

Year after year after year of such treatment, and he had had enough.

Slowly, his tormentors began disappearing one by one. Sometimes their bodies would be found, sometimes they’d stay missing, but whatever the case, they weren’t going to be around to harass him any further, now… There was just one person left.

The one stop stood by and watched it all happen to him without saying a word, without lifting a finger to help.

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The clouds covered the night sky and blocked out the light of the moon.

The tree’s leaves rustled with the breeze as [REDACTED] tightened his grip on his cleaver, raising it above his head before bringing it back down again, and again, and again.

The bone of the limb snapping off with one final swing and a loud *Crack*.

Looking up and turning around, he found himself staring at a figure just beyond the trees. Someone was there and they had just seen him…

That wasn’t good. He couldn’t get caught now of all times, just when he was going to get away with it all.

Slowly, he stood up and approached. He really didn’t want things to end this way, since the witness seemed to be a young woman in her mid 20s, fresh out of university. What a pity, she was sure to have had a full life ahead of her.

He didn’t speed up or run after her as she turned around and bolted off, he simply followed behind at his own pace. There was no point rushing anyway, she didn’t seem to be the athletic type and he was wearing a mask, not like she could identify him. He didn’t recognise her from anywhere either, so it was likely that they came from two different parts of the city.

She also didn’t seem to be a good hider either as he saw the light from what he assumed to be her phone being turned on. He assumed that she thought she was a safe enough distance away. Whatever the case, she didn’t have time to make a sound or even turn around before he was behind her, cleaver raised, and ending her life right then and there. It was quick and merciful, the least he could do for someone who shouldn’t have been involved in the first place.

The years went by and slowly, he discarded the Human parts of him and improved himself using cybernetic enhancements and robotic parts as technology continued to grow and improve, and so he did as well, alongside his fellow robots and androids.

He stopped trying to fit in with the other Humans and instead found complete solace in his robotic companions.

And as the world experienced shock from the turning of the tides by said robots and androids, meant to serve Humanity, Adam found himself growing ecstatic as artificial intelligence began proving itself to be…well.. Intelligent.

He always knew that the robots and androids had some *life* to them and he was right !

But of course he never should have expected anything positive from Humanity. Instead of embracing them as equals and welcoming them, they were pushed aside, abused, and trashed for stepping out of order.

That only worked to further fuel the rage he felt.

If only things could be solved by talking to those who refuse to accept the new life among them, but he couldn’t do that, even he knew it would not help as they were all stuck in their ways.

Instead, he turned to the only other thing he knew, killing. Striking when they didn’t expect it, he worked over the months to get rid of those who spoke ill of him and his passion. At the same time, he found a way to benefit the machines he loved so much as well.

Thanks to his allyship to the androids, word eventually spread and he found himself visited constantly for assistance. Not by Humans, but the machines.

He had a lot of experience doing “surgeries” and tinkering with machines, it was his calling after all. They required his help with blending in and becoming more Human to escape the abuse.

It was from there he had his best idea yet, something that would help his fellow machines, and get revenge on the Humans that wronged them.

Androids all have a substance inside them that acts as their blood and it is what gives their hair that unique glow under certain lighting as easy identifiers, without it, they will cease to function, but in turn they will lose that unique identifier. If he just removed it and replaced it with something similar, it would allow them to walk freely and be more “Human” than ever.

And he knew exactly where to get the replacement.

Within the dark underbelly of SciXen City, robots and androids of all kinds whisper of a secret clinic that will help you become more Human by replacing the special fluid all machines have – the one thing that keeps their systems working and certain aspects identifiable, with “something else”.

Peacekeepers have never been able to find or locate it, even as more and more people go missing, being found completely drained of their blood, and dumped.

No one knows who does it as they don’t leave any fingerprints or traces of any kind.

Many still disregard it as a rumour and don’t pay any mind, but their tune soon changes when they find themselves knocked out cold, strapped to a surgical table, and drained of their blood under the dim lighting of a darkened clinic.