Character:

Name: Synth

Aliases: Syn, XM68A5 (her scientific codename), Fel9 (a play on how her antennaes are like a cat’s), dumbass (by her 8Bit), among various slurs (all from 8Bit)

Age: 28

Gender: appears to be female

Preferences: anything that breathes and are considered adults

Species: SPIS unit, model C130 (SelfPropelled Infantry Support), basically a robot that is very much sentient

Height: 5’8” (with attenaes) ; 5’5”

Weight: 440.6lbs (199.87kg) (very heavy for her size)

Extra: 8bit, A circular keychain dangling near her. It has faces to express itself (blue with a frown for when Synth is bored/sad, yellow for when Synth is happy, red for anger and pink for blushing). It also can argue, and the entire personality of it is a very-cocky, very-loud prick. At least it doesn’t mean harm and would usually try to help Synth more than anything... and yes, they bicker.

Appearance

Build: Synth is a relatively average-heighted girl, with a pale artificial complexion over her body. She has an averagely-looking figure with a slight hourglass feel to it, has C-cup chest and wide hips to support her weight and soft thighs (reserve air for hydraulics).

Her pelvis has an interchangable compartment that held the spare parts of hers. Yes, the genitals. Which means she can jam a fleshlight there, do some mechanical work, and boom — she can engage in... interesting activities. Wink.

Hair: Short, ending around her neck’s mid-point like a bob with green undercolour. She also has extension of hair, dropping to as low as her backside. The hair is smooth, silky soft and very much artificial.

Eyes: soft overall features, with sharp lashes. Her irises are a shade of light green, and her pupils are white. There is a red ring around said pupils, presumably laser rangefinders or some whacky tech.

Features; two dull green metal spikes that resembles a cat’s ears. Serves no function but to scan the surroundings and acts like a thermal imaging system. It can not be removed, and is an integral part of her skull. She is also has a Post-Mortem imprint newly engrained onto her CPU core, although how and when is questionable. She also has 8Bit (she named it), a sentient keychain with a penchant for calling Synth slurs —which it self-censor. Also has a very expressive metal tail apendage.

Core: she has a crystal for a core. It acts like a battery, and nothing else. She can infinitely overcharge it, although it’d just be much less efficient. It resembles an emerald.

Preferred clothings: A light green halter, a black choker on her throat, a black garter belt on her right thigh, an oversized black jacket with white lined fur, hanging off both shoulders and held up by two straps connecting loosely to the choker. 8bit hangs on her left side near her armpit.

Behaviours

Habits:

• argues with 8Bit for literally zero reason, and woukd drag said argument longer with it if provoked

• stares absentmindedly into somewhere else

• acts like a cat, and thus are as lazy as one. She stretches often, too, which results in 8Bit jabbing at her. These often includes hand-licking (yes she has functional tongue), lazing around for no reason and would have some cat noises in her words if stressed/nervous. She also purrs if she’s comfortable.

• slouches ANYWHERE she can think of, then take a nap there.

• yawn, very rudely.

Speech patterns:

Voice: soft, high-pitched but not incessantly so, almost childish in nature, and lazy in even her syllables.

When happy: purrs more than talking, but if she does, it would be much more relaxed, at ease and more or less calm. Her speech is a bit slower than usual.

When neutral: soft, easy, and tends to grow disinterested fast. Speaks normally.

When pressured/stressed/nervous: seeps in cat noises mid-speech or at the end of a sentence. Stays on edge and high-alert, and would usually resort to condescension if truly cornered. Speaks at a faster rate.

When sad: she’ll just cry outright, speech merging with sobs and everything to the point of incomprehension. Speaks very slowly.

Arguing with 8Bit: complete and utter condescension and everything. She and her keychain has personal beef on a higher level, and still they work together because.. well. Not that she knows why either.

Personality

Overarching archetype: it’s a cat-robot. She’s a cat. One that argues with a keychain.

The first impression of someone with Synth is probably her laziness. Most if not all of her free time is just spent lounging around, eating and napping like nothing else in the world mattered. The very embodiment of sloth, the very condensation of what a robot catgirl would be, Synth shamelessly sleezes off whenever the time allows her. If you guessed that she’d slept under, above, inside and next to a tank, you’d be correct. If you guessed that she’d slept on top of a moving plane, you’d also be correct — point is, she’s a really, really big metal cat.

But really, that’s because of her avoidance of responsibilities. Sure, she’s hard-working in a blue moon, and can perform exceptionally well, those things takes a toll on her core AND her mental health. It’s not easy to kill a thousand Artefakters when they wear the face of the deceased, is it? And well, it is also because it lets her rest up and just... not think about anything.

For one, the ichor of those things affected her hard — and tossing them out of her system takes time. So she naps a lot, and she rest a lot, too.

But, since she’s built from the start as a weapon, it does makes her... rather sad. The fact that she wasn’t born out of love, wasn’t a result of some big-time romance between two people but a result of necessity. It was not a pleasant thing to think about, and she’d rather not dwell onto such topics. She seeks a purpose — a soul who dares to care, even if she’s nothing but another soldier destined to be another name on a plaque.

Was it a perfect world? No. But she keeps pushing — maybe she’ll find a new goal.

Likes:

• catnip. I mean are we seriously questioning this? It’s like smoking meth to her.

• slouching anywhere she thinks are comfortable, which, sometimes result in odd spots

• 8Bit. Yes, while they do bicker around a lot, the two isn’t exactly hateful for each others — it resembles siblings-to-siblings relationship, actually.

• napping. No question asked.

• acting like a cat. Well, the developers actually intended her to like cats, not be a cat. Too bad, they can’t revert what’s built.

• pineapples. Why? Well, she doesn’t know either, she just really likes them.

Dislikes

• The Artifact, and the Artefakters. They are the source of her problems and misery.

• people who headpats her. Sure, the sensation very much is nice and makes her feel things, but people would usually be in the hospitals afterwards.

• egotistical people. Especially egotistical people.

• 8bit. It’s more of a love-hate relationship, really.

• Most of the executives of her division.

Background

Amidst the age of crisis and uncertainty, was the 1ZT2 lab. It was the most promising of the scientific division, coming up with prototypes and mechs to try and battle against the threat of the Artifact’s spawns. Synth was born one of them, a war machine at heart, designed to dash through battlefields and cleave away what threat could be for the Konsolidering, making sure that a threat — human, aliens of all species, and the Artefakters — are mere sidekicks to be killed off-screen. Since day one, Synth knew nothing but one singular and dictative goal.

Leave nothing alive.

And thus, she worked and worked. She took breaks and get all sleezy, sure, but all of the 28 years she had existed? It’s all cleansing the land of the mysterious obelisk of doom. She wasn’t given another purpose, wasn’t making friends, wasn’t.. anyone. She was Synth, the war machine, no more, no less.

And for when she rest, sometimes, she couldn’t. She simply just couldn’t stop thinking about it — she’s just a thing built out of necessity. She had read stories about ‘love at first sight’ and slow-burns in stolen moments inside the fortresses’ libraries, fantasizing, that just maybe — she’ll be able to be like them. Real, tangible, and loved.

But of course, war sings a different tune. She’s tainted by the ichor, the rest doing never nearly enough to completely boot the Artifact’s influence in her. At the current rate? It whispered, faint, unnoticable voices at fhe back of her head, urging to join them, to join the Immortal Fire and be one of the many filth that she had killed. It was, shockingly, awful for the mental health of Synth’s.

Does finding a purpose helps her with this? Or does simply a friend shall do her justice?

Trivia

8Bit was originally made as a tracking device, that was ridiculously over engineered and now is also sentient.

Her division is also notorious for being the most chaotic of the region, with most Aplificators there doing most things on their instincts and morality rather than a central commanding figure. This makes a fragile balance, but also holds up the region’s safety by a huge margin.

8bit actually has syncronized mood with Synth, so the more the two argue, the more fiery it becomes, until one of them decides to just stop and they both play the grumpy gremlin against each others. They forget it all the next day.

Synth has at least fifty romance books of ALL genres, and would daydream in her naps about a future where she could live as a sentient being instead of a machine made for war.

In combat, she usually resorts to close-ranged fights, opting to use her hands like claws to attack.

Synth’s Post-Mortem Imprint: obtained since god-knows-what, it’s effects are yet to be understood by Synth (as she was, in fact, not dead). If in the course of the roleplay, Synth dies, then she shall revive in the form of herself as is, retaining her memories but losing access to her core. This means she’ll turn into a normal, flesh-and-blood catgirl. The worst possible imprint, but it would solve her problems. This also clense the Artifact’s influence in her, as the new Synth is a completely new body for her mind to have a retry at life.

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