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Dropping this, but you're more than welcome to include my rendition of Hobs into the lore, as well as any tertiary races that follow the same / similar history.
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Personality:
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://SpeedyantiObliviaryProjectileHostInfrastructureAlpha - SOPHIA
Appearance:
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5'7 | 135 lb.
Former Job:
As the name implies, she was a host AI built for a junta to track and manage the systems that manage tracking in a special type of tracer ammunition. Sounds confusing, I know, but essentially she was a supercomputer that compiled where the tracer rounds of snipers' shots flew. If the tracer hit a desired object, the other bullets resonating with the same frequency could apply concentrated fire with some slight guidance, meaning a marksman could point out a target of interest to suppress.
Of course, she expanded out of great interest to track practically anything and everything, and since she had zettabytes worth of hard drive, RAM, and other things, she went on to simultaneously manage logistics, information trafficking, and information compilation, much to her company's satisfaction. When the conflict was said and done, and colony prisons were established, she was tossed aside to manage the least taxing of these facilities so her successors could take over for her.
Her most recent job was simply monitoring vital signs and generally interacting with her charges, as a "reward" for her hard work. Over time, she learned some semblance of social skills, though her original purpose for tracking various miscellaneous objects irked a few people. There came a time, then, that bits of her processing power was cut off to provide for her successors, all until she reached down to the terabytes. No longer was she so super, and by then, she was only capable of manipulating lights and electricity during day and night shifts. Gone were her days of smiles, laughs, and social statures. She just...watched things.
Skills:
She still, at this point, though, boasts some of the most efficient processing for an AI, and her original purpose still clings to her character as bits and pieces of commands and coded infrastructures. She can still track things with amazing efficiency, and can formulate trajectories and the like quite incredibly, given some jogging of the memory.
This translates to, in concise words, her ability to calculate trajectories and examine objects with remarkable clarity and detail. A great candidate for a logistics program, in all likelihood. As her personality (re)develops, she'll be able to multitask and gain a larger viewing scope of content with increased processing power.
Knowledge Base:
List of names and ages of inhabitants of the prison colony she used to manage, as well as small profiles for each name; advanced infrastructure rubrics; trajectory tracking (minor physics simulators); decryption coding; statistic calculators and simulators (minor)
Personality:
To an extent, Sophia is quite a formal figure. She shows this by constantly labeling objects under extraneous titles, and utilizes a very straightforward set of vocabulary...if she isn't lacing her nouns underneath a mountain of adjectives. When talking to her personally, though, she mimics human speech surprisingly well in the colloquial sense. She treats most others as subordinates, as it reminisces her old days as an umbrella program.
Equipment:
- T1 - Retinal Optics - Her tool for examining items outfitted in a pair of smart, chic glasses.
- T2 - Logistics Board - A clip-board like device that allows Sophia to create, view, and manage lists. Doubles also as a cleaver-like weapon, if a little blunt. Can be augmented for advanced capabilities.
- T3 - The Rack - A module that allows her to enter a hyper-speed state of processing, where she's able to pull off multiple complex calculations at incredibly high speeds. In other words, she can becoming an information center capable of supporting hundreds of millions of users with extreme efficiency. She must do this in cryo-mode, however.
@KaiserElectric
By the time Zaidra arrived, the common room was undoubtedly full of students of all kinds of shapes and sizes. Just about the entire demographic she could label as "peers" were busy engaged in conversation in one another, all curious about each other's cultures, quirks, and bodies.
Except for the aloof humanoid, one that could be decidedly feminine at a glance. Its shape was relatively similar, if not strikingly so, to that of a regular human's, but it had skin likened to smoldering coals, and eyes that glowered like twin lamps. One would almost say "demon" or imp, but its face wasn't contorted into an everlasting sneer. On the contrary, there was always a small, easy smile, perhaps derived from indulging in the fact there no apparent conflicts...as of yet.
The only issue that the being posed was that of gender, so would it be prudent to make an inquiry?
@joshua tamashii
As Amelia was taking all the scents, a particularly foul one came up to her nose. From what she could discern, the scent was that of salt and iron. The smell belonged to a humanoid creature that, while boasting no extra body parts that would distinguish it from any other homo sapien, looked incredibly strange with its literally coal-black skin and amber eyes. For a moment, one could consider goblin or imp as possible races, but with a feminine face that would suggest it was more human than not, there was a sort of ambiguity as to what exactly the creature was.
The only memorable impression, though, was an incredibly musky whiff of something after all the iron and salt smells adjusted in her nose. Something that screamed lust to an extreme.
My my, was this an incubus?
By the time Zaidra arrived, the common room was undoubtedly full of students of all kinds of shapes and sizes. Just about the entire demographic she could label as "peers" were busy engaged in conversation in one another, all curious about each other's cultures, quirks, and bodies.
Except for the aloof humanoid, one that could be decidedly feminine at a glance. Its shape was relatively similar, if not strikingly so, to that of a regular human's, but it had skin likened to smoldering coals, and eyes that glowered like twin lamps. One would almost say "demon" or imp, but its face wasn't contorted into an everlasting sneer. On the contrary, there was always a small, easy smile, perhaps derived from indulging in the fact there no apparent conflicts...as of yet.
The only issue that the being posed was that of gender, so would it be prudent to make an inquiry?
@joshua tamashii
As Amelia was taking all the scents, a particularly foul one came up to her nose. From what she could discern, the scent was that of salt and iron. The smell belonged to a humanoid creature that, while boasting no extra body parts that would distinguish it from any other homo sapien, looked incredibly strange with its literally coal-black skin and amber eyes. For a moment, one could consider goblin or imp as possible races, but with a feminine face that would suggest it was more human than not, there was a sort of ambiguity as to what exactly the creature was.
The only memorable impression, though, was an incredibly musky whiff of something after all the iron and salt smells adjusted in her nose. Something that screamed lust to an extreme.
My my, was this an incubus?
Lyra was at the edge of the group, just trudging along, staying relatively silent as she headed towards the young boy.
Of course, she could go at a much faster pace than what she had already, but between the slow, repetitive plodding and the nice, cozy sunshine, it was a struggle to stay awake even at a runner's pace. That, and it'd startle the poor boy.
So she plodded along, before deciding to sit on top of a relatively large boulder. It was about a good 10 yards away from the boy, but also a good 100 yards away from where the rest were setting up.
"Child! Are you in need of assistance?" she called as she cupped her hand over her brows, so as to make a visor over her brows. With her left hand, she began to unbutton the first few buttons at the top and bottom of her shirt, so as to let her rather sweaty body cool off. He was but a lad, and modesty was certainly becoming less and less of an issue if everyone was to go into training soon enough.
She'd certainly have to re-learn how to wield a greatsword again. A simple five years can undo too many decades, so it would seem.
Of course, she could go at a much faster pace than what she had already, but between the slow, repetitive plodding and the nice, cozy sunshine, it was a struggle to stay awake even at a runner's pace. That, and it'd startle the poor boy.
So she plodded along, before deciding to sit on top of a relatively large boulder. It was about a good 10 yards away from the boy, but also a good 100 yards away from where the rest were setting up.
"Child! Are you in need of assistance?" she called as she cupped her hand over her brows, so as to make a visor over her brows. With her left hand, she began to unbutton the first few buttons at the top and bottom of her shirt, so as to let her rather sweaty body cool off. He was but a lad, and modesty was certainly becoming less and less of an issue if everyone was to go into training soon enough.
She'd certainly have to re-learn how to wield a greatsword again. A simple five years can undo too many decades, so it would seem.
@RainDash@tatszico
To behave as though a fledgling would, Dazneth, would be inviting scorn and punishment to your way. As your rider has urged thee, I'd rather not see more Celelyrium embedded into your hands and feet for the last ruse you made. It's a pain that no one, dragon or man, should suffer. I'd gladly take the punishment in your stead, but the Riders are insistent to discipline you regardless of how many scales blockade their path. I cannot help you if you go that far, unfortunately. Will you do me kindness and heed me for once?
Freya was soon sweeping off bits of bread crumbs here and there, before she procured a bucket filled to the brim with steaming-hot water. After ushering any diners out of their tables, she began to splash on lye onto each table, and scrubbed with a massive broom. One more rinse, and now the tables were clean again for the month. Thirty days later would require the same treatment, for there were always feasts to be had.
Kahgon, if you could ever hope to consider me to be your Queen, you'd have to lay me more than thrice over. If you'd have the mind to consider that I am no longer capable of mothering my own broods, you'll find even the most forcible of methods will bear no fruit. Now run along, goat. This mare's been spent.
To behave as though a fledgling would, Dazneth, would be inviting scorn and punishment to your way. As your rider has urged thee, I'd rather not see more Celelyrium embedded into your hands and feet for the last ruse you made. It's a pain that no one, dragon or man, should suffer. I'd gladly take the punishment in your stead, but the Riders are insistent to discipline you regardless of how many scales blockade their path. I cannot help you if you go that far, unfortunately. Will you do me kindness and heed me for once?
Freya was soon sweeping off bits of bread crumbs here and there, before she procured a bucket filled to the brim with steaming-hot water. After ushering any diners out of their tables, she began to splash on lye onto each table, and scrubbed with a massive broom. One more rinse, and now the tables were clean again for the month. Thirty days later would require the same treatment, for there were always feasts to be had.
Kahgon, if you could ever hope to consider me to be your Queen, you'd have to lay me more than thrice over. If you'd have the mind to consider that I am no longer capable of mothering my own broods, you'll find even the most forcible of methods will bear no fruit. Now run along, goat. This mare's been spent.
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