Name: Kit Cochrin
Gender: Male
Refresh: 3
Description:
Appearance: Kit is an android that takes the appearance of a feminine male of hazelnut brown complexion standing around 5’6”. His synthetic hair are dense fiber blue pipes mimicking dreads. The dreads can take a “lava lamp” like appearance with darker blues moving about through the hair. His “skin” is a foam polymer like padding that comes close to mimicking skin texture, but not quite. There are various circular plates, and line-like gaps around the joints that can be seen in close inspection.
Personality: Kit is a flirtatious adrenaline chaser. He desires to constantly be achieving “something” with a fear of becoming stagnant and left behind. He struggles with becoming clingy to others around him, and constantly will try to nudge them over health habits, or positive routines. In contrast when those he’s clinging too him are slighted, he is quick to violent rage. His vendetta’s are never fully forgotten, but they can be forgiven from grand apologetic gestures.
History: Kit’s primary function was to protect through violent means. Kit’s secondary function to aid escape. There are various parts of his body equipped with weapons and escape tools. His name quite literally reflects this as an“escape” or “weapon kit” as necessary. Examples include limbs popping out a slicing blade, grappling hook, a taser tongue, smoke machines in the legs, and storage for firearms.
Kit was gifted too and became an honorary member of the Cochrin family. The Lauvea mafia had the Cochrin family on their payroll as crooked lawyers, and wanted extra insurance. Virginia was a young daughter of the family, and needed some “extra protection”. This is where Kit stepped in, as a partial bodyguard & spy for the mafia. It’s been decades now, Virginia has increased trust of the mafia and less need for an outdated bodyguard. Once in a while Kit visits for maintenance or to “catch up” as it were, but Virginia is often overly occupied in the family business.
A lot of the older mob fellows practically consider Kit retired! Occasionally he still manages to squeeze in an odd job of delivery, drop off, or giving sensitive messages but is mostly relegated to doing nothing. Leading to him chasing after some dangerous private jobs, some have been calling it his “Middle Code Criss”. Still, chasing after some action or doing shady deliveries to get a jump out of life provides something. It’s rare, but exciting when he gets to help on a “message job.” The sudden spring, before an outright fight or take down can make the circuits buzz~.
Approaches:
- Careful: 0
- Clever: 1
- Flashy: 2
- Forceful: 2
- Quick: 3
- Sneaky: 1
Aspects:
- High Concept: An adrenaline seeking “ride or die” bot, eager to find excitement and punish those who slight his allies.
- Trouble: Immediate explosive anger toward those who even disrespect their allies.
- Want: Being emotionally close to someone without the underlying fear of being abandoned.
- Relationship: Virginia Cochrin, the current rising star defense attorney of the family & occasional “handler” of Kit’s less fortunate actions.
- Extra: A living storage kit for weapons & escape tools.
Stunts:
- Development Kit. Once per conflict/contest/challenge, you can create a tool that's perfect for the job (Especially weapons or Escape Tools), giving you a 'perfect for the job' situational aspect with 2 free invokes.
- Black Box. Stored small items and date are protected from external extranet hacking or probing. Any attempts to hack or break into the stored systems requires a roll of at least 6, failed rolls apply stress back equal to the roll.
Distracting Design. Using a mixture of words & visual appeal, gain an additional +2 clever bonus to distract others through flirtation.
Writing Sample:
“Oh, well aren’t you cute~.”Kit would gently press himself against a bouncer of the Conga Exchange Nightclub. A hand playfully brushing against the bartender’s chest. The android would form a very sly grin, toying with the guy in more ways than one.While the bouncer was working their job watching the place, Kit was running a job watching the bouncer~. A little pleasure could be more fun that inflicting a little pain in comparison. While distracting the guard, a small sideport on Kit’s hip was left ajar, hidden behind his other hand.
“I’m currently working. Please back away. No one is supposed to be using the back entrance-”
The bouncer began, only to see Kit’s smile grow wider. Both the bouncer’s and Kit’s face seemed to be growing red. The bouncer is increasingly more flustered, at least Kit didn’t reek of alcohol or bring violence that was common to the back alleys. It didn’t seem the bouncer wanted to start trouble unless necessary.
“Please just go around to the front lik-”
The bouncer began, before the backdoor slammed open.
“Come on toots, the joint is too busy for me tonight.”
A shorter fellow in a nice pinstripe suit stepped out. Slipping their hand onto Kit’s hip and sliding in a microchip into the sideport. Sealing it in the same motion to hide whatever info was brought out along with them.
“Who are-”
The bouncer turned to the door.
Not getting a full view of the leaving mob member before a weird sensation hit their skin. A tongue hitting their neck, followed by a painful stinging shock, leading to complete darkness. The bouncer would live, maybe with a small surprise of a burner phone number left on their hand.
