Daemos
[ "It does not need to be complicated, our lives. Sometimes the simple things are enough…" ]
𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎:
JNIY - 0498// ‘Tink’ Tinkerbelle
𝙰𝚐𝚎:
12 Years Old
𝚂𝚎𝚡: Female Frame, but the gender is customizable. Commonly refers to itself as “This One”, though is known to respond to both gender pronouns.
𝙰𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: Free Agent
𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎: Beauty is to those who bestow their own right. Those with a right in the first place. Tinkerbelle’s core design was to be a ‘perfect partner’, an effigy for ones who had their own twisted definition of the words. Her previous owners took great care to customize her to their… likings. As such, many of her components are more for fashion and personal appeal than raw practicality, such as the realistic skin synthetic mesh, human hair extensions, and fully customizable shell. Painstakingly, the model was crafted and outfitted until she resembled an idealized form. More human, or maybe less machine, whichever it was.
Because of her unsightly past, “Tink” displays herself in a dignified, elaborate array of cloth and stitchwork. In a simple sense, she embodies the look of an polite ‘porcelain doll’.
Often found wandering the streets alone, pale, frail, and demure, it is clear that the doll was meant to not be any mirror of reality. Rather an exaggeration. Perhaps grotesquely so. One might be awed at the ‘love’ and ‘care’ poured into her relatively stunning features. A very warped sense of the two words, she would attest. And they would mistake the softness in expression of her indigo eyes to be one of innocence and purity. Rather than fearful reservation. On these encounters, unknowing to the staring eyes, her bright gaze is welcoming, and her meek gestures and conduct almost hypnotic. And this is no guise. If such an admirer makes themselves known, with open arms she greets all strangers. Her greatest skill and pride is the ability to ease the hearts of others. This is the only thing about her original skill-set, that Tinkerbelle does not hold in contempt. But to those who wish to take advantage of this lone doll on these false pretenses of weakness and vulnerability, would find a nasty surprise. While hauntingly human-like, underneath the skin is a frame of strong alloys and metal. Built to be heavily resistant to great abuse and stress, she can easily turn this against less-than-prepared attackers. Her vocal tone betrays her new, stronger nature, tuned too softly to question or make demand. Any attacker would be warned kindly first. And only once. No longer was she a poor, obedient little doll, ever-submissive to the whims of others.
Unfortunate as it is, she does not have it within herself to hate. Only pity, for those who seek to comfort themselves in such a desperate way. Some might say loneliness is a terrible disease that even this interconnected world has yet to cure. And perhaps, so long as we bear 'humanity', it will never.
Because of her unsightly past, “Tink” displays herself in a dignified, elaborate array of cloth and stitchwork. In a simple sense, she embodies the look of an polite ‘porcelain doll’.
Often found wandering the streets alone, pale, frail, and demure, it is clear that the doll was meant to not be any mirror of reality. Rather an exaggeration. Perhaps grotesquely so. One might be awed at the ‘love’ and ‘care’ poured into her relatively stunning features. A very warped sense of the two words, she would attest. And they would mistake the softness in expression of her indigo eyes to be one of innocence and purity. Rather than fearful reservation. On these encounters, unknowing to the staring eyes, her bright gaze is welcoming, and her meek gestures and conduct almost hypnotic. And this is no guise. If such an admirer makes themselves known, with open arms she greets all strangers. Her greatest skill and pride is the ability to ease the hearts of others. This is the only thing about her original skill-set, that Tinkerbelle does not hold in contempt. But to those who wish to take advantage of this lone doll on these false pretenses of weakness and vulnerability, would find a nasty surprise. While hauntingly human-like, underneath the skin is a frame of strong alloys and metal. Built to be heavily resistant to great abuse and stress, she can easily turn this against less-than-prepared attackers. Her vocal tone betrays her new, stronger nature, tuned too softly to question or make demand. Any attacker would be warned kindly first. And only once. No longer was she a poor, obedient little doll, ever-submissive to the whims of others.
Unfortunate as it is, she does not have it within herself to hate. Only pity, for those who seek to comfort themselves in such a desperate way. Some might say loneliness is a terrible disease that even this interconnected world has yet to cure. And perhaps, so long as we bear 'humanity', it will never.
𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢:
”You and I… little friend, often people think we are lost and unwanted. I am always confused by this. To me, it is odd to judge others for simply living the way they want to. Life would be easier if they stopped complicating things. Don’t you think?” - spoken to Damper, a 3-legged stray Burmese Cat.
If any word describes her, it is that she is 'welcoming'. Perhaps it is ingrained into her very core programming as a 'servant', but she is accommodating and rarely complains no matter the apparent hardships. She adores helping others, with no return at all. Friendliness exudes her every gesture and word, hoping to uplift those who are willing to call her companionship. Such is a proper lady, in her own eyes. If anything can quell the bubbling foulness that gathered up in the dark divides within society, she believes it is only by counteraction through kindness and understanding. In accordance to this belief, she will absolutely avoid using violence unless it is vital, and even then, purely in self defense.
If any word describes her, it is that she is 'welcoming'. Perhaps it is ingrained into her very core programming as a 'servant', but she is accommodating and rarely complains no matter the apparent hardships. She adores helping others, with no return at all. Friendliness exudes her every gesture and word, hoping to uplift those who are willing to call her companionship. Such is a proper lady, in her own eyes. If anything can quell the bubbling foulness that gathered up in the dark divides within society, she believes it is only by counteraction through kindness and understanding. In accordance to this belief, she will absolutely avoid using violence unless it is vital, and even then, purely in self defense.
Precise//Hospitable • Indecisive//Afraid • Friendly//Accommodating • Whimsical//Listless
𝙱𝚒𝚘:
There was little those with money could do. It is a cruel fact in this world. This precious resource could bend the indomitable law, inspire even the most loyal to turn against their brothers, and even be used to create a world separate from reality. An actual utopia, some would say. JNIY - 0498 was part of an attempt to attain such a solace for these few. These crime lords, though alone were meager and weak, insignificant to the beasts that surrounded them in this wild, metal jungle, together, they found success in their combined strength derived from hunger and desperation. Their concentrated cruelty paved forth an empire ran through the underground thicker than the shadows themselves. And when they weren’t busy running the streets and cutting deals, often times quite literally, they would retreat to a place where they felt safe. Where they can burn away their stress. Though there were many luxuries in this den of opulence, from countless servants who could perform any whim, to grand theatres and personal shows, JNIY - 0498 was their favorite toy to play with. And she belonged to all of them, an interchangeable ‘doll’ between the vicious and twisted lords. They grew to love and trust her so, that they even used her as a secret method to store important information. A failsafe, as it were.
And for a long time, she remained in this trove of luxury. Locked away and knowing nothing else.
But much like a jungle full of beasts, the leaders are removed frequently and violently. By those more hungry and cunning. Only the most vicious will be able to retain their status as 'king' for long. Like an engorged snake who swallowed its own tail, these Lords amassed power to no end nor limit. Quickly, like a disease, jealousy and hatred spread amongst those they laid upon with their great form. In secrecy, the smaller circles would plot the tyrant's downfall. On one bleak night, during an important deal between the lords and Eurocorp, the beloved golden palace was placed under siege. Their usurpers knew they were weaker, and sought in desperation to carve the heart out the great serpent-lords before they would be swallowed whole. However, their attack was not as true as they imagined. Though the attackers managed to destroy much of the priceless utopia, they did not know the greatest secret of the palace. And in the fire and blood, a certain doll was able to wander away. Barely clinging to life. Perhaps it was curiosity that drove the little doll, or her own repulsion of the countless dead bodies.
But she knew she must leave. There was more to life than what they showed her, than the emptiness of the vast, golden hallways. Though the outside world was harsh and difficult, she found ways to survive. Perhaps her past kindness has finally shed return? Following the strays of the gutters, she hid with the wary animals for weeks until the searches went sparse. She was deemed dead now. And that was for the best. The doll had a new life ahead of her now, one where she was free to choose and want. She embraced this freedom.
Traversing the sprawling metropolis soon became her specialty, and that turned into making deliveries for people. She came to know many faces and began to afford to craft a new identity. One she made all herself.
“Tinkerbelle” she would be known, a fanciful name she found very pleasing.
And for a long time, she remained in this trove of luxury. Locked away and knowing nothing else.
But much like a jungle full of beasts, the leaders are removed frequently and violently. By those more hungry and cunning. Only the most vicious will be able to retain their status as 'king' for long. Like an engorged snake who swallowed its own tail, these Lords amassed power to no end nor limit. Quickly, like a disease, jealousy and hatred spread amongst those they laid upon with their great form. In secrecy, the smaller circles would plot the tyrant's downfall. On one bleak night, during an important deal between the lords and Eurocorp, the beloved golden palace was placed under siege. Their usurpers knew they were weaker, and sought in desperation to carve the heart out the great serpent-lords before they would be swallowed whole. However, their attack was not as true as they imagined. Though the attackers managed to destroy much of the priceless utopia, they did not know the greatest secret of the palace. And in the fire and blood, a certain doll was able to wander away. Barely clinging to life. Perhaps it was curiosity that drove the little doll, or her own repulsion of the countless dead bodies.
But she knew she must leave. There was more to life than what they showed her, than the emptiness of the vast, golden hallways. Though the outside world was harsh and difficult, she found ways to survive. Perhaps her past kindness has finally shed return? Following the strays of the gutters, she hid with the wary animals for weeks until the searches went sparse. She was deemed dead now. And that was for the best. The doll had a new life ahead of her now, one where she was free to choose and want. She embraced this freedom.
Traversing the sprawling metropolis soon became her specialty, and that turned into making deliveries for people. She came to know many faces and began to afford to craft a new identity. One she made all herself.
“Tinkerbelle” she would be known, a fanciful name she found very pleasing.
𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝:
Original District 4. Currently wanders throughout the districts with no real home.
𝙲𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜:
Being somewhat of a reverse android, with flesh components added to her metal frame, most of her body is composed of the typical fine machinery found in high-end models that is durable to most forms of kinetic damage and stress. Though damaged during her departure from her ‘masters’, with limited funds and help from a few kind souls, she was able to attain a new power regulator that saved her life. Along with a few more tweaks and upgrades, the doll soon became quite effective at evading combat and threats all together to enact her courier duties.
» - Shoddy Multipurpose Power Regulator -
As stated before, the clunky machine neck brace is made from sparse resources, namely junk scrap, and functions as one might expect. With a clever suggestion from an acquaintance, however, the unassuming piece of technology acts as a disguise for a few additional key features. Namely ,the ‘transmission cancelling’, that allows her to create a potent personal-level dead-zone for frequencies and wavelengths, allowing for ‘off-grid’ travel, and the high-speed data extraction unit. With these tools, she is able to sneak around high density scanning fields and rapidly steal/deliver vast amounts of information.
» - Data-Lock Processor-
In line with her original purpose, she was upgraded with a powerful encrypted storage that can only be accessed directly. And even then, the data inside is hopelessly flushed and jumbled unless given access by Tink herself. This unit is also built into her very processing A.I. mainframe, and is heavily protected by a layer of dampening metal, eliminating electromagnetic currents and other dangerous magnetic attacks commonly effective against androids. With all these safety measures, it essentially makes any remote hacking attempts to be futile and her destruction causing any important data to be destroyed as well. Still, to this day, the secret information of the underground Lords is locked deep inside her mind. Who will stir this lost-heart of the great beast?
𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎:
Enough to feed the strays.
𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛:
» ”The Future is now. How does that sound to you, Damper? This one is liking that quote more and more, every day.”
“Mew.”
“Mew.”