Broken weapons

Character

Name: Ascalon

Full name: M.I.S.R. unit Ex-021 (Batch V)

Species: rouge Mobile Infantry Support Reconnaissance unit

Age: 20

Nationality: Enphysmo Confederate

Factions: Non-aligned

Education Levels: Full access to the internet and it’s dark web variant, proficient in most language, has a built-in computer system for her to enable quick-learning and high amount of memory retention. 70 Terrabytes of storage for images, near photographic memroy.

Birthday: 31st of August, circa 1210 ACR.

Modules installed: A-module, Lorraine Mk. IV Fusion module + B-module, Lorraine Mk. III Riot Control Tandem Systems (RCTS)

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Behaviours

Voice: synthetic, monotone and nearly apathetic voice, rarely ever cracking or wavering.

Speech pattern:

• Neutral: Apathetic, detached and short. She only speaks when talked to, rarely ever one to start or maintain a coversation. Her word choices are also with “Hmm”s or “tsk”s, which are the only few show of emotion she regularly makes.

• Resting: even sharper, only answer what she need. When at comfort, her speech usually consists of feline traits like purring “Mrrp..” or physical acts (curling on herself, patting down her head)

• Happy: A bit more emotional compared to her apathetic neutral self, “Hmph”ing and pouts whenever she wants to express herself and such. A bit smug, also.

• Flustered: Stalls, halt her speech, stutters like it’s some generic rom-com anime (which she is painfully aware of), and definitely pouts. Sometimes her mouth might speak before she think, too.

• Sad: Impossibly, her voice cracks. Voicebox never does that but if she’s truly saddened, she would. Sometimes, if really overwhelmed, she would simply stutter in disbelief, zoned out.

• Pressured, stressed or nervous: Similar to her sadenned state, her speech would usually be in sheer mortification, heightened senses and slightly wavering focus.

• Agitated: hiss, growl and such as a threatening act, if not then she would be incredibly aggressive in terms of speech.

Examples:

• Greetings: “Hmm... oh, hey. Good afternoon.”
• Departure: “Bye... hmph. No, I won’t miss you.. obviously.” (lied)
• About hobbies: “Hobbies? Sleeping. Candies. Isn’t hobbies doing what you like? Hm. I don’t care.”
• About her troubles: “Incoga candies have super hard wrappers for no reason.” (her fingers arent meant for that much percision)
• Favourite food: “Incoga candies. The orange one.”
• Disliked food: “Hmm... disliked food? I dunno, I just eat them all like—“ (a plate of cucumbers are shown) “EW WHA- GET THAT AWAY FROM ME!”
• Resting: “Mrrp... whaat? go awayy...” (whines as she bury her face into a pillow castle)
• Sad: “But.. no.. I- but I didn’t?”
• Happy: “Hmph. Of course.” (smugly crashes a vase)
• Agitated: “Don’t you dare...”
• Expressing herself: “Mrrrp... mrrrrrp....” (sleeping)

Habits:

• pats herself down, licks the back of her hand, all the feline traits.
• the hood of hers actually have expressive ears, they sometimes twitches if she’s happy or excited
• wags her metal tail, idly
• scrub her eyes to clean any debris since her eyelids ran out of wiper fluids a long time ago
• sometimes she shakes her butt from side-to-side with her tail wiping the back of her thighs and backside, a relic of her past where dust and mud tends to stain them.

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Appearance

Build: A relatively short, nimble girl’s frame with a little of an emphasis on her bottom (for stability bro, trust) and not much else to say. B-cup chest, which once stored her wiper fluid. Now it’s just nothing but air inside.

Eyes: Both eyes share the same shade of a brownish-black, nearly making them pupil-less due to them being just cameras and other fanciful tools. When her Gen 3 thermal imager or the passive image intensifier (night vision) is turned on, both eye would have a faint red light coming from the center. The eyes themselves has hooded features and sharp, droopy lashes.

Hair: Long, black messy hair, with bangs that are casted aside. All untrimmed, they’re pretty messy and scuffed due to a lack of maintenance. As long as around her shoulders.

Features: A black metal tail extending from the small of her back, like a cat’s tail but longer and has some red glow beneath it. Very sensitive due to it being also the joint that connects to her cannon. She also has full-metal plated spine, exposed with readings of her internal organs and such. Also has a little display too, things like text emoticons, hearts and text. (the display turns pink and also spams pixelated hearts if she’s flustered or, you know, doing the deed). On her head are also a pair of cat ears, which are actually. Her ears. The human ears? Those are not ears, but passive audio-recorder and... yeah nevermind it’s just ears 💀

Also has a customizable crotch area that was supposed to store a small cylindrical toolbox. Yes, so she jammed a fleshlight there and did a lot of wiring all by herself to be able to. You know. Don’t judge her alright (she lasts 602.55 seconds)

Weight: 3750 metric tonnes (with cannon) ; 250kg

Height: 5’4”

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Personality

Ascalon? Well, she never has much to say. No, seriously, she’s this super quiet girl that simply refuses to start a conversation unless it’s either 1- her brain not working proper or 2- her mouth speaks before she does. Apathetic? Yes, she is quite apathetic, seemingly never caring for much else but herself, the sweets in her pockets and how well-lubed her joints are.

If, however, someone was able to breech that walls of her (let’s be honest it’s not that hard once you start a conversation with her), then they’d fine she would be quite squishy, both physically and metaphorically speaking. She’s sweeter than the candies she munches on, always first to extend her hand out to help someone and is also pretty bubbly. Fragile? Well she is, also, which means her greatest nemesis is basically “your shirt looks nice” or “you’re cute” spoken directly. Her Achilles heels are basically anything positive directed to her, sending her processors frying, her mind turning into mush like a heavy-duty jammer is placed right next to her and making her synthetic skin blushes (we still don’t know how she’s able to blush)

She’s not without her troubles, however, as one is able to discern that verily. Constantly, she would try and forget her past, living for herself and learn new things—sometimes, those catches back up to her, physically and mentally. She would frequently be raided by elite forces seeking to retrieve her, and her mind would constantly tell herself that no matter what she tried, she’s still going to be what she was made: A war machine, incapable of emotions.

Something so human can only be achieved if she learned the last few things that makes a person human. She’s still missing guilt yet her compassion knows no bound, she’s still missing the sensation of safety despite never truly be able to die herself. Most importantly: Love was practically unheard for her.

So to embrace her identity, or to reject it? Such is a question the future might answer.

Personal goals and motivations: Hoard up candies, listen to music every day, try not to rust and have to replace herself in a workshop. In the long term probably get a partner or something.

Strength:

• Despite what she is, she’s quite compassionate.
• Don’t let her still face fool you, she is quite capable of sympathizing with others.
• Loyalty is great if someone treats her well
• has a big ass tank cannon

Weaknesses:

• Somehow suffers from self-hatred, doubts herself a lot
• a compliment
• Her emotions are the biggest weakspot any weapon could ever wear. She could be guilt-tripped and manipulated into doing dubious actions quite easily (hence the memory refreshes in the military bases)
• also because she has a big ass tank cannon, that thing can get VERY clunky (6m barrel, weighs 3.5 tonnes)

Likes:

• Incoga candies, the orange ones
• Oranges
• Listening to music (her top five are Machine Love ; outlaws ; Static ; Cherry Pop and Liar Dancer)
• to sleep, to laze, to not do anything

Dislikes:

• Hard labour (scared of jobs, but still do them regardless)
• Grapefruits, they’re pretty much evil oranges
• headpats, cheek pinches, chin scratches, petting her back (she gets sensitive, but won’t tell anyone to stop)
• Having to unwrap stubborn candies

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Background

M.I.S.R. programme. It started as a reconnaissance project to create spying units, using a humanoid appearance to confuse and therefore gather information more easily. But then, someone there had the genius idea of making them catgirls with 140mm cannons... and they actually accepted it.

And so, after severe over-budgeting, massive amount of money lobbied and funneled into cramming as much tech as they could... out comes the Ex models. Equipped with an image intensifier, a thermal imager and a true 1x zoom, this new model promised to bring about a new chapter of scouting vehicles and urban warfare.

Ascalon was one of them. Specifically, the first of Batch V, named Ex-021. She was made as a war machine, now bearing the Confederate’s sigils and armor, she soon was commissioned to the 5th Special Recon Regiment (5SRR), acting as part of the four scouting units, of course. And soon she was deployed to Hyasethine, one of the most rebel-prone cities known in Wanmei-A.

There, she was instructed and taught that those who she deem hostile rebels shall be, without exception, “neutralized”. She would scout upon the city with her three teammates, arresting them and thus serving her duty. Memory refreshes kept her from learning, yet, she wasn’t quite... the same. As the first of the Batch V, which included better memory retention and various other improvements, she, along with Fenclaire, Enma, Coasire and Avarine are soon to be able to resist those wipes, retaining more and more memory until they figured it all out. The schematics of the confederation, the lies.

It sickened all of them, the tyrants’ own weapons now learn to hate against their creators. It was almost poetic, really.

And from that point on, they would balance a double life. Obedient machines on the surface, sneaking immigrants and rebels behind curtains. It was a lot more exciting, they would share snacks they’d find from the streets, all five huddled in alleys and became more human than the soldiers that fought with them. They would share comics, ancient tales of heroes and.. spiderman, laugh and cheer before reverting to the façade the men in suit expected them.

And Ascalon? She still felt left out. None of them had truly detached one another, but she simply couldn’t feel the same things the others does—her emotions simply develops much later than the rest of them, and thus her personality. Fenclaire was the louder one, the glue of the group, Enma with her overly flair for drama and gossip, Coasire and her demure manners through and through, Avarine with the cheeriness beamed even into her knit-wristbands. Ascalon? She had... nothing. Quieter, more apathetic, closer to the generalistic reality that the corp had forced her to be.

So she felt one thing all four of them never did: Jealousy. Only a small, faint feeling, but it would make her more human than the rest, even if they didn’t know it. And so, during one rebel-repression, she abandoned duty.

Disloyalty wasn’t her thing, it was the base discontentment against the Confederate and the sudden change of worldview in her that led to this. It was undoubtedly her fault and her own flaws that she’d severed the only friends she had—and she would regret it.

Another emotion to learn, yet it felt hollow, empty in her artifical heart. She now simply wander aimlessly, doing odd jobs, recharging, oil her joints... it was the darkest years of her life, truly. No goals, no motivation, just survival that she isn’t even sure. Not until she found out about a single letter.

It was signed by her old friends, left atop a building they’d know she’d visit. The letter was dusted by the point she’d found it, but the content? The content made her feel alive again. They didn’t reject her, they embraced her departure, calling it a severe loss and all the things considered. They wished her well, even if she left without a warning, they wished her to live the best she could. That night, Ascalon felt three things at once. Relief, joy, and of course: trust. Trust that the four of them would do as well as she would, trust that they too will find their own freedom. For her.

And by it, a well-worn box, containing the pair of headphones she still holds dear to this day. With some Incoga candies, orange, just as she loved.

So, in a pursuit of a new life, she moved North, towards Nodravethine, a famous city for it’s nightly streets there, she grew to be the new Ascalon we know: bubbly inside, wearing an apathetic face outside. She did odd-jobs, she hoarded sweet, and she lived, truly. Music and citrus, her life seemed so sweet from this point on—simpler, more happy. No double-life, no more jealousy.

Yet she is still missing one last emotion... would that one come in a fateful night where her past catches up with her once again?

Trivia:

• Her eyes are inorganic.
• Her cannon is actually detachable, she keeps it hanging on her own appartment’s ceilings.
• She also use Fusion-related abilities, hence flames if she fights.
• The lights and sensors beneath her skin is red, so shoukd they get exposed, they shall shine, well, red.

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