Cerys | The Lone Wolf

Cerys, 'Legally, C3005, but he didn't like the name'. (24) Species: Android, former childcare model. Height: 5'11 (so damn close...) Appearance: An almost pallid complexion, with jet black hair that never loses the slight iridescent shine. He's missing part of the synthetic skin on his face, the left side in particular, and the entire left eye has been torn out, though this doesn't affect him much. As he'd say, "Why's it matter so much, I got a second, don't I?" Though there's more synthetic skin torn from his right arm and leg. And his left hand is clearly not the same as the right, the left being a metal hand of a slightly different model, likely having lost the original. He wears his old uniform, the blue lined white coat, though most of the fun designs have patches over them. And stitches from the tearing. Being much more scuffed up, with a hood now seen on. With combat boots and dark gray sweatpants. He has a belt with a single pistol and knife. As his only weapons. Always in clear view. Demeanor: He's aloof about his situation, with humor as a coping mechanism, though he isn't as cocky as he comes off to be. In reality, being horribly paranoid that he'll be hunted down by EvolCo, and wishing he had a life of his own before this. Accent: A slight southern American lilt, his voice cracks often due to his shitty synthesizer. This means there's always this staticky undertone to his speech as well. Eyes: The one he has, is a bright blue. Notes: He's been surviving through selling scraps. He has immensely precise aim and hasn't once missed. He sustained most of his damage in street fights, as he snuck out of the daycare without any altercations. NSFW: He lacks a dick. Or anything else really, he's an android. But he's got hands, and a taste for being in control, after all. Why not improvise with what you have? What he has, being built in lubricant and precision.