Post by zeta on Jul 11, 2012 18:40:01 GMT -5
MECH-KROVI (Меч крови)
also known as PROJECT ZETA (Zζ)
[It's difficult, it's sad,
it's regrettable, that I want to stop,
and yet I'm not even allowed to do that,
but only keep on losing more and more.
It's too painful, it's too detestable,
it's futile, that I want to erase all,
abandon anything and everything,
fly off, and make an clamorous outcry.]
[/color]also known as PROJECT ZETA (Zζ)
[It's difficult, it's sad,
it's regrettable, that I want to stop,
and yet I'm not even allowed to do that,
but only keep on losing more and more.
It's too painful, it's too detestable,
it's futile, that I want to erase all,
abandon anything and everything,
fly off, and make an clamorous outcry.]
L O A D I N G D A T A . . . [/center]
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[L O A D I N G H A S B E E N C O M P L E T E D ]
A c c e s s i n g f i l e s . . . .
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(1/-\55 (class):
[PROJECT ZETA] is a new weapon created in order to retaliate any possible threats that come in the way of Silverhollow's rise to power, whether they be in the form of human, metalman or hybrid.
[PROJECT ZETA] also referred to as [ZETA] or the [MECH-KROVI] is a unique innovation surpassed by anything that anyone could have dreamed of or imagined. Made of steel, iron and flesh, [ZETA] is what is known by some as an android--possibly another form of created metal man.
[ZETA], the perfect weapon, has no emotions or soul in order to hold it back from completing its assigned missions. Like any other metal-man, [ZETA] has absolutely no form or sense of humanity. [ZETA] will destroy anything in its way, if given a single command. With one word, [ZETA] can turn from an inactive and passive instrument to a [MACHINE OF WAR].[ZETA] does not [DISOBEY]; [ZETA] cannot [DISOBEY]. Its sole purpose consists of [ITS MISSION] and [ITS ORDERS, nothing else. Its only downside is that with the proper encoding, its loyalty and side can change automatically.
It has no remorse for those it destroys; it has nothing that makes it worth of sympathy. [PROJECT ZETA] is a scrap piece of metal, nothing else and nothing more. [ZETA] is void of any beliefs and independent thoughts; [ZETA]'s memories and former identity has already been dealt with long ago.
A human tool's faith can waver; a normal fleshy being can succumb to disease and hunger. A metal man with no loyalty is suspicious and two-faced. A human-machine reprogrammed is much more efficient, and is easier to dispose of when needed. It has the strength of one made of metal and the obliviousness and easy manipulation of a human, all without the problems of deterioration or betrayal.
[ZETA] was created in order to dispose of any nuisances that may have caught the head's eye, a weapon in times of war, and a tool for both destruction and discipline in the event or chance that it may be necessary.
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[ZETA] is an abomination created by man, and as such cannot be anything else but a mere tool. Its existence has not been released by the public and all news leaked about it has been purposely manipulated and planted. [PROJECT ZETA] is known as a captured and silenced inconvenience that had been terrorizing many for an unknown and unmentioned span of time. If seen or found, it must be delivered to the proper officials for imprisonment.
Do Not, Under Any Circumstances, Try To Reason With It.
It Will Strike Without Warning, If You're Not Careful.
It cannot hunger; it cannot thirst; it cannot love.
It knows neither peace nor war, nor love or hate.
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[Project Zeta.... a former human named.... experimented and brainwashed by.....
Still shows hints of old human life.
Faulty weapon must be capitulated and silenced as soon as possible.]
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51* (- ( 1 (- 5 (species):
[PROJECT ZETA] was fashioned after and based on the major abilities of the sword. So using this knowledge, we can conclude that if [ZETA] were to be labeled under a species, it would more or less be of the ‘sword-type’.
While not really an animal (wouldn't 'sword' be a strange animal? xD), [ZETA] isn’t even a hybrid in the first place.
Onto [ZETA]’s back and connected to it arms, a ring of blades (which can be removed and returned at will) are attached. These are not only designed to be used in times of peril and battle, but can also help with other sorts of things (like slicing through metal and helping cut trees in the very rare occasion that [ZETA] is assigned to do so). With the help of these blades, such tasks can be done more quickly and efficiently. Of course, [ZETA]’s armour is stripped off before being sent out.
Because if people were to see an armour encased weapon of mass destruction, how would they react?
When not in armour though, [ZETA] can pass off slightly more as being a normal human being. In terms of body shape and form, there’s nothing actually strange about it. In fact, the original test subject that was used for [ZETA] was actually only a normal human girl. But although ‘she’ appears to slightly frail and small, [ZETA] actually has quite a good amount of physical strength when it comes to using weapons.
Without these blades, [ZETA]’s abilities and prowess are noticeably diminished and decreased in power. She (from here on out, we shall begin to use female pronouns for ZETA. Being more metal than human, ZETA technically doesn’t have a gender. But in terms of physical appearance and background, ‘she’ could also be an applicable way of referring to the subject. ) is actually dependent on these attachments, to the point of being at the risk of death if caught or attacked without them. Her punches are actually just as weak as a normal human's, with all her strength coming from the metal casings that she's constantly 'enveloped' and protected by.
But on an upside, her speed and agility is made a lot better. Without the heavy metal blades holding and pulling her down, she's able to run and dodge with a lot more finesse than she normally performs with.
You see, the machine was created to take blows for the person or thing it was assigned to protect and defend.
And as a result of that she normally takes more damage than she avoids.
In fact the only thing that stops her from crumbling and sustaining [major] damage is the metal covering that always keeps her safe. Focused more on offense than defense, [ZETA]'s style has always prioritised attack and assault over strategy and evasion. Due to this, the [ultimate weapon]'s way of fighting can become extremely predictable if you figure out the pattern.
This has always been a main flaw for their little weapon. Since her ability to fight was programmed, it was always unnatural and 'practised'. In every fight she went or goes through, there would always be one certain pattern used over and over against a certain opponent; and only when at high risk of dying or losing would [ZETA] change styles and perform something else.
Her human life had never been one of a soldier....
Maybe that flaw could be fixed with the next try....
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5Y5-1-(-/\/\ 1\1/-\ /\/\ (- (system name):
Throughout the project, the Mech-Krovi has been referred to as many things (the following of which have been listed down for your convenience):
Name: Project Zeta v.1,
also known as the Mech-Krovi or Metalla-Krovi.
[/size]Name: Project Zeta v.1,
also known as the Mech-Krovi or Metalla-Krovi.
Responds to the names of:
-PROJECT ZETA
-ZETA
-METALLA-KROVI
-MECH-KROVI
-MECH
Titles:
-METAL BLOOD
-SWORD OF BLOOD
-IRON MAIDEN
-METALLA-KROVI
-MECH-KROVI
-THE SILVERHOLLOW PUPPET
.... Also responds to the name 'MIR'.
This glitch in programming is being worked on as we speak.
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Owner
“Milk it for all it's worth, make sure you get there first
The apple of your eye, the rotten core inside
We all are prisoners, things couldn't get much worse
I've had it up to here; you know your end is near
You had to have it all, well, have you had enough?
You greedy little bastard, you will get what you deserve
When all is said and done, I will be the one
To leave you in your misery and hate what you've become
Intoxicated eyes, no longer live that life
You should have learned by now, I'll burn this whole world down.
I need some peace of mind, no fear of what's behind
You think you've won this fight, you've only lost your mind“[/u]
[ZETA] may seem like she's owned by the Silverhollow house...
They may have created her, made her who she is,
but [ZETA] was owned by no one.
She followed their orders, yes, but not because it was initiated by them. She did it because she ‘chose’ to do so. You see, [ZETA] didn't and still doesn’t remember much about her old life.
But that was fine with her.
That old person wasn’t her anyway.
But there is one thing that remained with her throughout all the mental torture used to ‘reprogram’ her. The torture chairs, the white walls? Oh, she could still remember how they had tortured her both physically and mentally! How they had made her forget!
But, they couldn’t block out one thing.
A grudge.
And now all [ZETA] wanted to do was destroy. She wanted to destroy things just like her own life was destroyed, like how her future and the chance at life were taken away. And it just so happened, those were the orders given by those Silverhollow jerks. So happily (or what seems like happiness), she fulfilled their wishes. In a way, they all had the same train of thought.
They both wanted something dead.
They thought that they could control her.
That they could manipulate her to do their bidding.
Hah! They thought she’d be just.like.them.
But she wasn’t, and she would never be.
Oh, those idiots thought she was a brainless little she-devil.
But even she could tell that she’s been given power… Power that those pricks couldn’t stop if she used it against them. And why give it to her? Because they wanted to use her….
But there was no way in the fiery trenches of hell and back she’d allow that!
So for now, she’d keep following like a little brainless slave. At least, until they turned their backs.
In the end, only three houses were left after her work was done. (Removing them all would cause suspicion). Because how else could all the other competition have disappeared? For Silverhollow to become a power, some others had to…. disappear for good.
Still, it would be their turn to face her blade soon. Then, she’d slit their throats, just like she slitted the soft, fleshy ones of the older houses.
(At least, that was what she wanted to do at the moment.)
By the next day, she might be reprogrammed and 'fixed' again to stay 'loyal' to the people who now ordered her around.
But before that happened, would you like to know how they had killed her identity? How they had stripped her off the only thing that had made her what she was.
Bet you do. After all, all humans are sadistic scumbags like that.
So what did they do…?
They placed her in a white room all on her own with a box of crayons and some kind of god-forsaken flip-over board thing.
Of course, she didn’t know that.
She just wanted to escape and figure out what was going on.
Fat chance that would happen though.
So for days, she refused to eat, drink or talk to them. All she’d do was write her name on the walls and draw her mother, the ones those jerks had killed off in that bloody fire, and that kid from before that she had wished to become friends with. She’d draw the happy memories she had watched and had, taunt them with her resilience and how she wouldn’t give up. Day by day, her body grew weaker; but her will was still strong. Over and over, she’d make a mark and note of who she was and who she wanted to be. She’d pour her heart out into the wall and fill it with memories as sweet as honey.
She refused to forget… She wouldn’t let her beat them like that!
And then one day, it was all gone. She woke up after a terror-filled sleep to find the wall as empty and white as before.
All her work and effort at drawing her past and present? Gone.
And she had not a clue why.
So she tried again, only for it to disappear the next day. Growing on her mind, the repetitive pattern began to eat up at her like a starving cannibal. She’d scribble their names and faces… only for it to disappear the next day…and the next day…. and the next day.
Still, she’d keep falling into the trap; she’d keep redrawing the progress she had lost.
But as the crayons ran out of their points and desperation rose, those little memories of hers began to gradually slip away.
What colour was the woman’s hair again?
What colour were the eyes of the boy from before?
What was he always holding?
Who were those people anyway?
Eventually, the faces became little more than a blur and the names always on the tip of her tongue. She began to forget who those people were and how they looked like. The vivid colours and details of her drawings began to decline and fade until nothing left remained…. Until even the drawings seemed like strangers to her.
And you know what? The feeling sickened her to the core.
Then one night (at least, she guessed it was night), she finally cracked. While trying to start, she realized she couldn’t do it.
She couldn’t remember anything at all.
“Who was she always drawing and how did they look like? What was she missing?”
Throwing the crayons at the wall and stomping on their remains, she broke down into a state of blind rage.
The next few days, the scientists found nothing at all on the wall.
Until the final day when only one thing remained.
A note written messily on the wall with the following words:
“ You Win. I Give Up”
They may have created her, made her who she is,
but [ZETA] was owned by no one.
She followed their orders, yes, but not because it was initiated by them. She did it because she ‘chose’ to do so. You see, [ZETA] didn't and still doesn’t remember much about her old life.
But that was fine with her.
That old person wasn’t her anyway.
But there is one thing that remained with her throughout all the mental torture used to ‘reprogram’ her. The torture chairs, the white walls? Oh, she could still remember how they had tortured her both physically and mentally! How they had made her forget!
But, they couldn’t block out one thing.
A grudge.
And now all [ZETA] wanted to do was destroy. She wanted to destroy things just like her own life was destroyed, like how her future and the chance at life were taken away. And it just so happened, those were the orders given by those Silverhollow jerks. So happily (or what seems like happiness), she fulfilled their wishes. In a way, they all had the same train of thought.
They both wanted something dead.
They thought that they could control her.
That they could manipulate her to do their bidding.
Hah! They thought she’d be just.like.them.
But she wasn’t, and she would never be.
Oh, those idiots thought she was a brainless little she-devil.
But even she could tell that she’s been given power… Power that those pricks couldn’t stop if she used it against them. And why give it to her? Because they wanted to use her….
But there was no way in the fiery trenches of hell and back she’d allow that!
So for now, she’d keep following like a little brainless slave. At least, until they turned their backs.
In the end, only three houses were left after her work was done. (Removing them all would cause suspicion). Because how else could all the other competition have disappeared? For Silverhollow to become a power, some others had to…. disappear for good.
Still, it would be their turn to face her blade soon. Then, she’d slit their throats, just like she slitted the soft, fleshy ones of the older houses.
(At least, that was what she wanted to do at the moment.)
By the next day, she might be reprogrammed and 'fixed' again to stay 'loyal' to the people who now ordered her around.
But before that happened, would you like to know how they had killed her identity? How they had stripped her off the only thing that had made her what she was.
Bet you do. After all, all humans are sadistic scumbags like that.
So what did they do…?
They placed her in a white room all on her own with a box of crayons and some kind of god-forsaken flip-over board thing.
Of course, she didn’t know that.
She just wanted to escape and figure out what was going on.
Fat chance that would happen though.
So for days, she refused to eat, drink or talk to them. All she’d do was write her name on the walls and draw her mother, the ones those jerks had killed off in that bloody fire, and that kid from before that she had wished to become friends with. She’d draw the happy memories she had watched and had, taunt them with her resilience and how she wouldn’t give up. Day by day, her body grew weaker; but her will was still strong. Over and over, she’d make a mark and note of who she was and who she wanted to be. She’d pour her heart out into the wall and fill it with memories as sweet as honey.
She refused to forget… She wouldn’t let her beat them like that!
And then one day, it was all gone. She woke up after a terror-filled sleep to find the wall as empty and white as before.
All her work and effort at drawing her past and present? Gone.
And she had not a clue why.
So she tried again, only for it to disappear the next day. Growing on her mind, the repetitive pattern began to eat up at her like a starving cannibal. She’d scribble their names and faces… only for it to disappear the next day…and the next day…. and the next day.
Still, she’d keep falling into the trap; she’d keep redrawing the progress she had lost.
But as the crayons ran out of their points and desperation rose, those little memories of hers began to gradually slip away.
What colour was the woman’s hair again?
What colour were the eyes of the boy from before?
What was he always holding?
Who were those people anyway?
Eventually, the faces became little more than a blur and the names always on the tip of her tongue. She began to forget who those people were and how they looked like. The vivid colours and details of her drawings began to decline and fade until nothing left remained…. Until even the drawings seemed like strangers to her.
And you know what? The feeling sickened her to the core.
Then one night (at least, she guessed it was night), she finally cracked. While trying to start, she realized she couldn’t do it.
She couldn’t remember anything at all.
“Who was she always drawing and how did they look like? What was she missing?”
Throwing the crayons at the wall and stomping on their remains, she broke down into a state of blind rage.
The next few days, the scientists found nothing at all on the wall.
Until the final day when only one thing remained.
A note written messily on the wall with the following words:
“ You Win. I Give Up”
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[WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING]
“Hold me down
(I will live again)
Hold me down
(I will break it in)
Hold me down
(No matter in the end)
Hold me down
You had to have it all, well, have you had enough?
You greedy little bastard, you will get what you deserve
When all is said and done, I will be the one
To leave you in your misery and hate what you've become
Heaven help you
Heaven help you”
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House: For human characters only. Is your character a member of a House? If so, what House?
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
[Without understanding anything,
you run through the town at night.
Without saying anything to you,
I merely keep on watching.
Some cheap words have been lined up,
but just where is the goal?
The rules are not over there,
but are weakly decaying.]
[Without understanding anything,
you run through the town at night.
Without saying anything to you,
I merely keep on watching.
Some cheap words have been lined up,
but just where is the goal?
The rules are not over there,
but are weakly decaying.]
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Eye Color:
Red.
Red eyes that stare into your soul, scanning you for weaknesses and faults.
Red eyes that reflect hatred, wanting to destroy all those that come near.
Red eyes of sadness and melancholy.
Red eyes that reflect psychopathic joy.
Red eyes with a sense of human remorse.
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Underneath the heavy gaze of the soulless...
What can you see in the blood red light?
[ZETA] has red eyes which grow brighter or duller depending on her mode and programming. One eye is normal and more or less still human looking while the other is covered by a tracker. The former functions conventionally when it comes to vision and is neither special nor lacking in terms of usability while the other is for seeking out metal-men.
The latter also functions as a way to adjust her eyes to seeing things which are far away. It is used to send her data, information, and reveal possible choices as well as inform her about her current state and energy levels. This is one of its more important uses because if not taken heed off, she can be eaten up by her own suit and the power being drained from her body.
Red eyes that stare into your soul, scanning you for weaknesses and faults.
Red eyes that reflect hatred, wanting to destroy all those that come near.
Red eyes of sadness and melancholy.
Red eyes that reflect psychopathic joy.
Red eyes with a sense of human remorse.
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Underneath the heavy gaze of the soulless...
What can you see in the blood red light?
[ZETA] has red eyes which grow brighter or duller depending on her mode and programming. One eye is normal and more or less still human looking while the other is covered by a tracker. The former functions conventionally when it comes to vision and is neither special nor lacking in terms of usability while the other is for seeking out metal-men.
The latter also functions as a way to adjust her eyes to seeing things which are far away. It is used to send her data, information, and reveal possible choices as well as inform her about her current state and energy levels. This is one of its more important uses because if not taken heed off, she can be eaten up by her own suit and the power being drained from her body.
Hair Color:
Silver.
Height:
5'1 (157 cm).
With her short height, people can easily believe that she's not a threat.
With her short height, people can easily believe that she's not a threat.
Weight:
105lbs.
Distinguishing Features:
In her physical appearance without armour, the only noticeable things are her hair and eyes.
Typical Dress:
Without her armour, [ZETA] wears a white cloak with blue lining made out of soft cloth. It's long and drapes over her arms and falls a few feet above her legs. Strange notes are attached with unknown writings onto them, each scribbled with an almost unreadable handwriting. Upon closer inspection though, one can make out a few letters such as [Hate], [Blasphemy], [Knowledge], [Deceit].This cloak is worn over a light blue body suit whose main purpose is to preserve the unit's body heat during winter and allows her to move with a faster speed. A metal collar is also clasped around her neck with the emblem of the Silverhollow house engraved onto it. Like a pet or a prisoner, it is there to show that [ZETA] is owned by the scientists, the house and no one else. It also is possibly used to show that she was 'captured' and 'tamed' in the name of the house. Some even think that it's there to help find her in case the unit ever attempts to rebel or escape. Over one of her eyes is also a tracker used to sense the presence via body warmth of any nearby hybrids or humans. It's mode can also be switched to locate metal, but that can only be programmed and adjusted by her creators. [ZETA] cannot actually control many of the parts attached to her, seeing as most of the functions are installed and implanted by the Silverhollow scientists. In order for them to work, she has to be both given the order and wait for confirmation from her superiors. They can control majority of her equipment and skills with the click of a button.
[ZETA]'s armour is still in its prototype stages. Currently, she is only allowed to use it under the permission of her creators and during times of desperation (though she is allowed to practice with it every so often). A blade-like covering encases her legs, their edges sharp and cutting; a wing-like formation of swords protrudes from her back and the sides of her arms. These are detachable at will and can be flung at opponents who are more or less nearby in range. The blue piece attached in the middle of her torso shows how much 'life' is left in the suit. As it begins to run out of life, it will slowly fall apart and leave her in nothing but the blue-body suit.
The main danger of the suit is, it draws on the blood and life of the person when attached. Wires and cables are attached to the skin and injected into the body; thus draining the life and energy of the person when used for a prolonged period of time. This is why, they used a human originally for the experiment. Though [ZETA] has metal parts to toughen up her exterior and amplify the effects of the suit significantly, she's still human enough for her functions to be gravely affected when damaged. If the suit drains enough energy, it can literally suck her inside out.
Orientation
The streaked, slender body of the child at the strike of midnight,
a hint of blood and sweat intertwine to form a vivid explosion.
Back across the icyness of the stinging metal table, the harsh frostbitten touch creeps up the surface of the skin. Fingers scratching at the layers of the worn, fragile and pale flesh; returning every night to finish off from where it left.
Metallic salt coats the tongue in an oily, sickly fluid; eyes droop heavily under the exhaustion of the wear. The scarlet-tipped spiral of the bittersweet new flavours satisfies the parched throat quickly; body tenses then begins to lax and slump down once again.
Muscles contract alongside the rhythmic flow of heart beat; the laugh of the joker can be heard at the dead of night. Crackling whip runs through the air like lightning; a flash burns the covering of the bare, nude skin.
Spreading upward from hip to back, a bloody tattoo is engraved into the skin.
Convulsing body, have you reached your limit’s end?
As the eyes begin to dilate like a blot of spilled ink, it opens and closes like the blooming, red-rusted rose. Open and close, the flower shuts its timid, soft flaps, until the wind tears and blows it apart.
Touch-me-not, hiding from the public, drooping when touch or shaken; can you remember? Can you remember who you are?
(One, two, three.
So now shall we try to draw the picture on the wall?
Four, Five, Six .
Erase all the flawed mistakes.
Seven, eight and nine.
Watch as nothing can be seen left behind.
But shhh… don’t say a word or all the fun will go and end.
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[Love?]
…Love….
What is Love?
Can one truly say that such a thing exists in real life?
That this ‘Love’ is nothing but a human malfunction?
Love is a virus destroying all your senses and sanity; penetrating through your systems like a blade through butter; leaving not a speck of coherent data behind.
Love is a wrecking ball that cleanses you of reality; love is a corrupter of purity; love is nothing but a joke formed by stupid jesters with no other stories to tell.
Did you know?
Humans feel as if they are flying when they fall in love.
Where will they land, I wonder on and to myself.
But how are they sure that they are not just tumbling into the depths of and endless cliff?
Into the inky darkness of the virus infiltrating their senses.
Kneeling down underneath the thundering, storm-filled sky, the human looks up with absent, hazed up eyes. Those love stories echo through his head, like a curse planted on by a wizard. Discarded love songs begin to mock and jeer and cry.
[ Happily ever after? Don’t be silly.
The only good news is that…
Things can’t get much worse.]
When heartbreak comes, people complain that they are unloved. That they have nothing.
Oh, boo-hoo.
How sad for them.
Then they find another host to suck the blood and life out of.
How nice for them, isn’t it?
[Why does man run on love? Why does man seek to find love? Does he find pleasure in such temporal things? ]
The one-night stand that master raved on and on about? The body will be forgotten as soon as the new day comes. The lady who claimed to give her heart and soul to her beloved? The next day she’ll go out and then meet another man.
True love does not exist in anything but fictional stories; love is as real as unicorns, fairies and that one imaginary friend.
Compassion is something filled with superficial ‘sincerity’; kindness is followed by the stinging pain of a bitten hand.
There is not such thing as a [friendship] without boundaries; there is not such thing as a completely true real idenitity.
No one will ever really truly no you for who you are; no one will real no you at all.
So, keep wishing,
for that one kiss to sweep you away.
Go keep praying,
for that white knight to come and save the day.
It won’t matter,
if you sell your soul and heart to the darkness.
You won’t find the solutions, key and answers anyway.
[ZETA] is asexual and sees no use in any forms of intimate relationships. For her, there is no purpose as love does not truly exist in the world she lives in. She has no carnal urges or wishes and only has the goal to fulfill her mission.
In [BlackVow] mode, she will be willing to commit any act (no matter how morally wrong or strange it may be to normal humans) to ensure her wish is completed. She will be willing to take advantage of, provoke, attack and even assault her enemy until they give in to what she orders from them.
And if that doesn't work?
Then [ZETA] has other ways of acquiring what she wishes.
Her swords had been in need of sharpening for a while, anyway.
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Other Notes: Things that don’t really fit in anywhere above or something else you think might be important.
PERSONALITY
And then I start to talk:
"I will correct everything in this world."
And I try to deceive the cat:
"I will be able to correct everything."
Brandishing an impossible promise,
I indulge in self-satisfaction.
Everybody knows and understands,
so today, too...
[/size][/color]And then I start to talk:
"I will correct everything in this world."
And I try to deceive the cat:
"I will be able to correct everything."
Brandishing an impossible promise,
I indulge in self-satisfaction.
Everybody knows and understands,
so today, too...
Age:
N/A
Likes:
*Blades
*The sight of deterioration.
*Pain, due to the feeling of [emotion] caused by it.
*Neutral when it comes to non-annoying and spoiled children. She'll at least hesitate to kill them (possibly a result of her repressed memory)
What are [‘likes’] and [‘loves’] but a faint, cruel trickery of the mind? A way of compensating for what one does not have in order to feel better about themselves? Why do people seek for temporary pleasures when said pleasures can be used against them by the frailest of bystanders? Why do people [love] when they know that nothing will come out of it?
You rip a part of yourself out and give your heart to another, only for them to dump it along the next flooded alley? Then you are left standing in the rain, crying out to the being you believe so [ardently] in and questioning why such things happen in life; but whether or not you scream yourself hoarse you still failed and naught a thing can change that. Not only has your fortress been ripped down and toppled to the ashes…it is now a deserted wasteland of nothing but memories.
Memories that no matter how much you try to claim, will never come back.
You have lost all you had and lost your life in the process; you are left with nothing but an empty, hollow shell. To those who die for those they [love], does that not go against nature itself? Is it not a malfunction or mistake to die for one who would never die for you? So why does man so willingly allow themselves to be killed? Is it for escape?
But there is no escape after oblivion.
It is a new prison of its own.
Why do humans do such a thing?
It truly astounds….
Is it mistaken logic?
An error in the human database?
People claim that the heart is what compels them to do so, but the heart cannot think independently. Is the heart not only a mere vessel that pumps blood? A hollow muscular organ located in the chest with four chambers (namely the atria and ventricles)? The atria does not create thought or emotions, it receives deoxygenated blood from the veins through the right and passes it to the lungs whilst the left receives oxygenated blood from the pulmonary vein. The ventricles are the main chambers that collect and expel blood from the atrium. Neither of these two create independent beliefs; neither of them compel a being to lose their lives.
In fact, do they not supply it by producing the bodily fluid?
One would think that the heart would, if anything, compel them to cling onto life more desperately.
Why do people seek perfection, when such a thing does not exist?
What are humans searching for?
What is ‘perfect’ for them?
What causes the heart to speed up in its beat and the chest to rise? Is that normal for the body to go through?
How can one find the answers to such questions? It is something not comprehendible to one made out of metal, wire and flesh. It is not from lack of effort though… Moreover, it is due to an inability to understand the logic in such an act.
How can anything be perfect if as soon as human touch comes in contact with it, the immaculate becomes tainted with the forbidden juice?
Are humans aware that the ones they care for will never die for them in return? And if you are to lose your life in the process, are you not farther away from them than before?
Perhaps….
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But in terms of the things that [ZETA] or the [MECH-KROVI] finds adequate or bearable, there are quite a few things. For one, she loves the feeling of a blade.
But she doesn’t just love using it.
Although it only happened once in an extremely vital area, she actually enjoys being stabbed. (Luckily for her, it didn’t pierce through her little semblance of a ‘heart’.)
The cold, metallic blade that pierces through her chest, digging deeper and deeper into her system… As it slices through her outer skin layer and into her body, the tissues attempt to seal off the blood vessels around the injured area. Her body reaches a state of frenzy and ecstasy at the sudden shock and rush of the act. It’s not sure how to react; it’s not sure if it’ll survive. A foreign object has drilled through her as if she was made of clay and her circuits feel like they’re going overboard.
If it doesn’t stop… it feels like she’s going to burst.
Like…Like she’s going to explode into a blast of rapture and euphoria.
Further in it goes, a sharp feeling of pain spreads through her mind and form. It’s excruciatingly traumatic, to the point where she’d want to fall to her knees and give in.
But…pain, she thinks to herself, it was something she hadn’t felt in so long.
The hollow muscle begins to beat faster and faster, a wave of adrenaline fills her to the core. A smile tugs at the sides of her lips as her body stiffens and freezes. Down it goes… the world hits slow-motion. Every act is ten times more drawn-out, but also twenty times more agonizing.
But [ZETA] feels no sadness.
All there is is bliss.
A prickle of sweat drops down across her face as the girl laughs, the sound harsh and unpracticed.
She needs more!
More of these [human] emotions.
“Pierce me!” she grins, red eyes flashing with delight, “ Penetrate me to the very core! Dig the blade deeper and deeper until I can’t take it anymore. More force! More force!”
She can’t get enough of it…
She wants more pain to make herself feel human!
Suddenly, there are no more circuits and no more metal.
Just the bitter steel puncturing through her flesh.
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A command is then issued and her smile dies down. Expression hard, she places her hands onto the blade and yanks it out. As a last blast of pain fills her, a dry laugh tears itself out of her throat.
“More… “
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“ Affirmative.” she says simply as she is escorted for repairs, “ Target has been annihilated; possible fatal damage sustained.” Red eyes still flashing with a bright light, the Mech-Krovi smiles an almost psychopathic smile.
A few bystanders are shocked at the unnatural move coming from the little weapon. But they would never know.
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She wanted the pain to consume her….
Dislikes:
Man is a fleshy being, impulsive and gullible in nature. They believe whatever lies they are told and cling onto such in order to feel as if they are actually aware of the things around them. Man falls into an endless desire to be masters of their environment. They seek control and assurance, to the point of seeing and wishing for even the most obvious of false statements to become true . As long as these beings are correct, there is nothing for them to worry about.
Humans are stupid, in that way, and always will be.
They can never accept that fate is and always has been set in stone.
People will live and others will die.
There is no escaping either paths.
It is how it has and always will be.
[ZETA] despises those who cannot see the inevitable conclusions for calculations are always accurate and ever-advancing. For once one has been finalized, it can no longer change. The process will continue and there will be only one possible future. She loathes the blissfully oblivious and the thick-headed arrogance of all beings, even more so those who cling and depend on the falsity that is luck. As a result, she finds gamblers and those who bet to live the lowest scum of the most worthless earth. They are perhaps the worse of all mankind, seeing that they depend every day of their short, pathetic lives on whether fate has claimed them or had mercy for yet another day to pass.
More than that, she hates people with the Hero complex. How pathetic they are! Thinking they can save anyone, let alone everyone! In the world they lived in, nobody could be saved.
Everyone dies.
So to say otherwise, did it mean that they believed they were better than the world? That they could surpass reality? She didn’t know if it was more of a innocent idea or a stupid one. Probably the latter, knowing how humans were.
She believes not in magic or fortune telling, and sees these to be foolish excuses to be fed words of milk and honey. 'Sages' and 'prophets' only feed man with information that they want to hear. How else to they manage to claim and make money out of such a livelihood? If they say something wrong is inevitable or around the horizon, man will deny them and refuse to pay. But if they say something pleasant shall grace their lives such as a love or good fortune, then man will give every last cent to have their prides stroked and heads inflated. Their judgement becomes hazy and they agree to whatever proposal is given no matter how nonsensical or impossible it may be.
But if the teller is smart, they will be able to gain more out of giving vague 'interpretations' of events soon to come. By informing them of possible dangers, a human will pay more to hear how to escape it. They will grow more desperate and proceed to giving all they have in a futile attempt to modify and change reality and fate as they know it.
How selfish they are to think they are the supreme, untainted beings of the universe; how foolish and sad that they actually genuinely believe with all their hearts that that is true. They tell themselves that all the world revolves around them and that every event has a purpose. But what they do not understand is that sometimes, they were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Their futures do not belong them; any event could have happened to another if they had been either lucky or unlucky even to have been there as well.
Men like to think that they are one of a kind.
But the truth is, their lives are only one in a million.
For every one death, another life takes its place; the same would go vice versa.
Lives are not actually as indispensable as people make them out to be.
[ZETA] despises the colour white. The colour of snow, the mocking shade of her almost-white hair and the colour of the walls in her own personal asylum. One of these days, she swears that she’ll break out and destroy anything with that horrid colour. The symbol of purity? Hah!
More like the representation of hypocrisy.
[ZETA] cannot stand the feeling of flames and the pressure and heat given by the accursed object. For her, flames are things that deserve to be put out. Although flames represent the rebirth of the royal phoenix, they also demand compensation and an equivalent exchange. For one new life to come forth, another had to be put out; for one person inspired by the tongues of fire, another was traumatized and enveloped by the destructive force. She does not know why, but her circuits often become erratic when exposed or close to fire. Her mind functioning will cease and she will be thrown into a state of frenzy and anger.
Previously fluid and planned out moves become jerky and stiffer than her usual performance. Her standards lower drastically and she loses all caution or desire to be subtle. She will attack without warning but without enough skill to do great damage. Damages garnered during such this time often range from light to medium while impairments garnered can reach all time highs. When exposed to fire, her red eyes will dim and haze over, forming a shade similar to a dusty and worn out pink.
Her pupils dilate and her lips form a jagged scowl as she tears apart everything around her. It is not confirmed if it has been noted by her creators, but it is possible that it has been planned. There are some theories that state it could have either been linked to a repressed memory or used as a form of discipline and control. When she starts to 'misbehave' or 'malfunction' in her loyalty, she is placed near a fire in order to constrain her.
When exposing her to a flame, her body will hit one last adrenaline of wrath before slumping down and stopping. After the damage has been done, her legs will give way and she will crash to the ground. Sounds and vision will temporarily cease to function before all her bodily systems crash and begin to go haywire. After this, it is possible to slip her into a straightjacket until her 'timeout' ( which can range from days to week) ends. She is placed in a pure white room and checked on every so often to make sure she isn't causing trouble.
During these hated times, she can do nothing but stare at the faint outlines of scrubbed out crayon marks.
Note;
Any firecausing material can cause this. Examples are:
*bonfires
*chimney fires
* lighters
* torches
* fires created by man
* fires caused by lightning strikes.
Aspirations
*Evolution
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*Revenge
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[Aspirations…]
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Such dreams and hopes live only in the naïve, idealistic heads of the humans of flesh and bone.
[Beliefs,]
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[Language,]
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[Culture,]
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[Ideals,]
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[Relationships,]
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They are all meaningless after death arrives in its pitch-black chariot. For truly, [Death] holds neither prisoners nor guests. It does not bring those who have faded away to a land of serenity and peace after a slow, nostalgic ride through the film rolls of existence; it does not carry the soul through the vivid land of lush emerald and azure as a reward for living better or ‘holier’ lives than others (by which it means they did not kill someone directly or without a sense and thought of subtlety).
[Death] takes no one, for there is no such personified figure such as death. The image created in poetry and fiction is nothing more than a foolish, quixotic [fantasy] thought up by those who could not accept reality. [Death] is neither gentleman nor terrorist, for [Death] is not a sentient being. All that exists after the final gasp for breath is eternal darkness and nothing more. There is no gate, no cloud of light, no staircase, sinners, saints, or beloved. Nothing else exists except for the soundless, depthless void.
For example.
One cannot stop for [Death], for [Death] cannot be found. If that were so, would those who seek to die not already have summoned ‘him’ out of the strength of their foolishly [ardent] desire? The same would go for those who believe in happiness. One cannot ask for happiness because no one can give it; one cannot summon true happiness because no such thing exists. [Death] does not stop for anyone. The world does not revolve around the single, poetic idealist. There is nothing that lies in [eternity] for [eternity] would mean a time with no end. But how could time not end if there us such thing as an end to an hour and an end to a second? [Eternity] is the absence of time, but for it to be gone it must have been there. And how can one tell if it has gone when one cannot see or physically feel or experience it? Do not all things come to an end through deterioration or failure?
The ground does not store these idealistic, utopian fantasies of man; there is not a soul that will remember what identity any lost-one had truly owned before their departure. Tears will be shed for a few mere moments before the grieving family begins to battle over the will and their part of the inheritance; such a world of mockery and irony that humans survive and thrive in. Anyone who has truly lived life will discover there is only one main truth in existence. Only those who have searched for the meaning of life will ever hear the answer that has always been right in front of them.
There is no meaning to life for all souls come from and return to oblivion.
That is the answer.
That is all.
As such, [ZETA] has no ‘aspirations’, or ‘dreams’, as the foolish humans [lovingly] call them. Such fantasies are meant only for the disillusioned, the delusional, and the children.
Her only wish and job is to complete her mission which is to fulfill orders and destroy anything deemed unworthy to live.
Her role is not one of justice or of mercy.
Her only purpose is the destruction of opposition.
It is not a noble or good-one, but [ZETA] had already lost her humanity a long time ago. Besides…to kill and put out the lives of a few strays?
It would make no difference in the long run.
After all, what was the importance of a few lives? Day after day, people perished, suffered and died. They grasped desperately at the light that would lead them to rest and eternal sleep.
To be able to depart so early was more of a blessing than a curse. At least then those who were hungry no longer hungered, as the thirsty no longer thirst.
[Death] led to oblivion, but even nothingness could be better when existence was as futile as the rocks that struggled to cling onto the shore’s sand.
To be made of metal did not mean to be free from the confines of death, something that perhaps [ZETA] felt the human emotion of ‘relief’ for. One could still die if not taken the proper care of.
But, it did mean that she could, with luck, survive long enough to watch them fall and crumble to the ground.
Although some would call a meaningless life, life itself had no meaning anyway. Besides, [ZETA] would just be passed onto the next house or heir and be made a slave of once again. Then they would unleash her onto their next unfortunate enemies, who would then have their allies avenge them and create an endless cycle.
History itself would repeat itself over and over…
But [ZETA] would continue functioning in the same way she had always done.
She would serve loyally for six years before an ‘accident’ befell the house.
Just in time for a new competitor to ‘propose’ a new opportunity to her.
And if someone else bought her… she would work for them without a second thought. For her trade and her life was a thoughtless process based on nothing but programming and data. There were no such things as ‘choices’ and ‘decision’, only what was needed to be done and what has been completed.
The ones who thought that she was in their debt, that she needed them, that they had actually taught her something worth a damn?
She would get back at those people when the time was right.
And it would be her blade and her hands that did the trick.
[PROJECT ZETA] could not care less about the blood that coated and rusted her metallic fingers and joint; and even if it created made an unfading mark for all eternity she would never feel [guilt]. All that mattered to her was that the unfading, scarlet vital fluid belonged to the enemy and the threats…. but most importantly, the human nobility. Then she would see if the blood belonging to the upper class was really as ‘blue’ as people believed.
Strengths:
-Ability with blades and swords.
-Innocent appearance
-Unbias
-Speed
-Lack of Emotions (depending)
-Armour
Weaknesses
-Cannot comprehend emotions or abstract objects
-Wavering loyalty dependent on command or stated of unit
-Loss of childhood
-Lack of Emotions
-Unstable Personality
-Can hardly function without being commanded or ordered
-Commands can be intercepted
Habits and Reprogramming:
- When speaking to people, she has a habit of processing data as they talk. Her eyes will dim in colour as she continues listening to the info they present her; she won't nod or shake her head in reply until all data has been stored and analyzed. Occasionally, she'll mutter seemingly random numbers under her breath when she does not understand or must rethink a certain piece of information.
For example, you attempt to ask her about the things she enjoys. She'll repeat the question and wait for your affirmation on whether that is what you meant or not. She must be sure that what she has understood is accurate. This is for knowledge, once stored and began, cannot be changed. One flaw in data and the whole thought process will be made nulled and void. After that, she'll then proceed to processing it and creating a possible reply to give you. She will come up with many answers but in an unknown process will pick one out from all the others. No one is sure how it works or how the robot decide. Even with all the developments and progress finished and completed, a human consciousness could still not be formed.
That is why they had used a young girl to supply the consciousness of their 'weapon'. After brainwashing and taming her, they were able to remove all former morals and knowledge that she had previously held in her former life. Using that as a blank slate, they then began to teach her their own beliefs and goals. Puppet or not, [ZETA] was to be a weapon of Silverhollow. And known for their power of the mind and intellect, they had to make sure that their creation would be the same. Although they refused to teach her everything they knew (After all, what would happen if she betrayed and used that against them?) they imparted on her enough to be able to survive. Focusing more on fighting ability than moral code, they would be successful only when they created the perfect weapon. Someone with a mind easy enough to manipulate, a body strong enough to function and with nothing left to look back at or regret. Without the things holding her to the earth, she would no longer see herself as human which then leads to another habit of hers. Although she was one in the past, [ZETA] never refers to herself as human. In fact, she doesn’t call herself a metal man either.
For [ZETA], such names are insignificant and temporary; created by selfish humans in order to feel that they actually know what is going on around them. From what she understood, human named things when they wanted to claim it as their property. When they labeled people and objects, it was to say “ This is my Object.” [ZETA] refused to be anyone’s property, wanting to be able to break away from the fools who so greatly thought they had taught her anything. In her opinion, she belonged to no one.
There was no point in claiming things, seeing as both the owner and the claimed would deteriorate or die eventually. Nothing stayed forever, so why bother clinging onto such human ‘necessities’ and desires? There was no such thing as ownership or loyalty, because humans were so forever fickle to the point of discarding and drawing more things under their claims. They constantly wanted more and more, grabbing whatever they could get their greasy little hands on and tainting it to the point of uselessness. They found no appreciation, no sense of gratitude.
Which was perfectly fine with her.
[ZETA] constantly places a hand over the nape of her neck out of an unknown habit. It is said that around that area is a switch that can forcibly change her mode from emotionless to psychotic and vice versa.