[b]Name:[/b] SB-6069 "Sweet Gin"

[b]Age:[/b] 8

[b]Appearance:[/b] I'd post the drawing I did but looking at it now it's shit-tier, so I'mm pass that up for written:

Short red hair, pale complexion and a small frame. Brown Eyes. Cybernetic arms and legs. Small-breasted.

[b]Race:[/b] Android

[b]Skills:[/b]
Small Guns, Melee, Speech

SPECIAL - 7, 6, 7, 8, 5, 8, 3 

[b]Perks:[/b]
[i]Android[/i]
[i]Guess what sweaty, you're an android! Your physical state of being giving you a +9 Rad resistance bonus and a +30 poison resistance! Although, chems are notably useless.[/i]

[i]Swift Learner[/i]
[i]You gain an additional 10% whenever experience points are earned.[/i]

[b]Equipment:[/b] Institute android clinic gown.

[b]Bio:[/b] SB-6069 was originally designed by the Institute of Commonwealth fame to act as an escort to its human members and other locals as commisioned by one 'Scrap Daddy' of central Boston. Her design was a symbol of artificial perfection at the time as well as to attract both those with a robot fetish and normal clientele.

As expected, SB-6069 performed admirable in her duties. But Scrap Daddy soon found that an identification number was hardly marketable and even dissuaded many clients he wished to rent her out to. So in a bid for marketability he changed her name to Sweet Gin, promising a "taste smoother than any skinny drink in the wasteland and a hundred times safer". Under this new moniker, Sweet Gin continued to perform with the expected perfection designed into her, becoming a star of her own institution.

However, after eight years of esteemed service to Scrap Daddy, was hardly physically safe. Chem use was common in the Commonwealth - as it is elsewhere - and the android was routinely in harm's way be chemically enraged clients. Most of the time the issues were minor. Other times, they were more complex. One ocassion proved fateful and even near fatal to the robot.

Her systems flashed her warnings of a chemical imbalance in the client. Initial readings suggested a high mix of methamphetamine and psycho traces in the client's blood. Agitation in his behavior only likewise confirmed his status. But Scrap Daddy is a man who serves anybody, and he paid well claiming rather irritably she'd help him "come down".

And he came down alright. But not before breaking her limbs, breaking the artificial bones and crippling the servos in the shoulder and hip joints. Emergency parameters shut her down and the confrontation forced the pimp's men to shoot down the client in an effort to restore peace and rescue the android.

SB-6069 was quickly shuttled off back to the institute for repairs. However, the workmen were lacking in the needed parts at that time. Restoring her fluid levels and repairing the minor damage to her spine they outfitted Sweet Gin with a set of clearly artificial legs hoping Scrap Daddy would take her back while they worked on producing a new, correct set matching her model and production type. An issue made more complicated given her original engineer had gone missing two years prior.

The night before she was returned to her master though, a member of the Railroad broke into the lab. Picking at random, he settled on an attempt to rescue Sweet Gin, and accessing her neural processors managed to break the coding that put her in a state of emergency shutdown, as well as unlocking cognitive freedom; a feature included in "newer" models to lessen the risk of escape. But by this nature, the man discovered Sweet Gin's true purpose, and in animal desire - of lust - lead her not to freedom, but a new dungeon.