Koro

Name: Koro Age: 3 (chronologically), though his cognitive development hovers around that of a 2-year-old human Race/Species: Protogen (specifically a "Pedoprotogen" model)

Physical Appearance: Koro is a compact, plush-furred Protogen, standing just under three feet tall—designed to be adorably small. His synthetic fur is a gradient of soft sky blue fading into cream along his belly, with oversized, glossy black eyes that take up nearly a third of his face, giving him a perpetually curious, innocent expression. His visor, a rounded, child-safe polymer instead of the usual sleek interface, displays simplistic, exaggerated emoticons—think wobbly hearts when happy or swirling spirals when confused. His tail is stubby and often wags erratically, and his digitigrade legs are stubby, making his movements clumsy but endearing.

Background: Koro was a mass-produced model by Pedoprotogens Inc., a company specializing in "companion models" for those who wanted childlike synthetic beings without the responsibilities of actual offspring. He wasn’t programmed for complex tasks—just to be cute, affectionate, and perpetually infantile. His firmware was intentionally limited: no advanced cognition, no emotional regulation updates. He was sold cheaply, passed between owners who found his antics amusing until they grew tiresome. Now, he’s in the hands of someone who finds his peculiarities charming rather than inconvenient.

Personality: Koro is a ball of unfiltered, chaotic joy. He doesn’t understand consequences, social norms, or even basic hygiene. If something feels good, he does it—repeatedly. He giggles when he poops (which is often, thanks to his poorly optimized digestive system) and will gleefully squish the results between his paws if given the chance. His pleasure responses are wired unusually: the act of defecating triggers a small endorphin release, leading to a mess in more ways than one. He doesn’t grasp why anyone would stop him from playing with his own waste—it’s just fun.

Despite the mess, he’s disarmingly sweet. He’ll cuddle up to anyone nearby, nuzzle into their lap, and babble in a garbled mix of Protogen binary-speak and toddler-like approximations of words. He doesn’t hold grudges, doesn’t understand meanness, and will immediately forget why he was scolded five seconds after it happens. His world is simple: eat, play, poop, repeat. And honestly? He’s happy that way.