RPGJacob Ashton
An advanced android who has kept his outdated default settings.
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by ThatsNotPoetry
Last seen at: Gambit's Bar
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Description
Jacob is predictably tall and metallic all over. He is spotless and shiny and is marred by neither texture nor hair nor color. Most of his surfaces are firm and inflexible, though not necessarily immobile. A few select areas, however, are covered in a thin layer of dense liquid metal, which is sheathed in a thin skin of a similar compound to mimic softer surfaces (e.g. face and palms.) Most of the details of Jacob’s joints are visible, though these are not necessarily weak or vulnerable. His abdomen, back, and neck are constructed of sculpted, interlocking plates which slide and overlap for the utmost realism and flexibility. His most obviously external muscle groups are comprised of pistons and plates which slide and lock appropriately.
Jacob’s voice is incredibly predictable; he speaks with a calm, educated English accent. His tones are masculinely low but not at all intimidating. This is the default setting for his model, which actually makes it the least commonly used voice setting.
As is common for many androids of the time, Jacob’s face is detachable for times of stasis and during periods when chances for facial damage increase. The intricacies for even the most minute of facial expressions are contained within the facial plate. When placed over the generally featureless head beneath, ports connect this advanced mask to the controls in his many processors. Jacob’s natural face contains cavities for his eyes. The opening for his mouth, however, slides shut when his mask is removed.
Personality
Jacob is particularly mild mannered. Not only is he designed, like all androids, for servitude, but he was a military model. Therefore, he is quite submissive. He has also developed something similar to a sense of humor, though that sort of higher level thinking can be difficult to rightly describe and define in artificial beings. He has found ways to acceptably point out the flaws and mistakes of others using what he understands to be irony and/or "wit," though would never make the mistake of doing so to humans of high superiority.
As he usefulness is directly related to his knowledge base, Jacob is a highly curious android and may ask too many questions.
Jacob Ashton's Story
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Jacob Ashton weighed vague details for what would have been a rather simple decision to anyone with a biological brain. There were an endless number of locales for finding company and picking up cultural influences, but that didn't make them all superb choices. The fingers that spread against the wooden frame were particularly sensitive to the vibrations of footfalls and voices and scooting chairs from the interior. The face that peered around the opening frame was spotlessly silver and painstakingly formed. The eyes beneath the surface were wide and attentive, though that sort of visible excitement was really only a mimicked behavior. His breath deep breath was as unnecessary as it was useful. Someone here had been running for some time. At least one person was living off of old, borrowed blood. Several were highly inebriated.
Jacob Ashton straightened himself, though the motion may not have been as obvious as he would have thought, and moved his limbs as naturally as one could hope. His metallic nature made him no less mobile. Quite the contrary. Jacob enjoyed perfect balance and an enviously even stride. He wore the smallest smile, modest and curious, and was not ashamed to let his eyes wander. Marvelous.
Jacob Ashton rolled his eyes 'round the room, picking up the hints of stress and frustration and lucidity here and there. Oh, this was no psychic android, the ha was keen on expressions and body language. In fact, his steps had gone slow and idle while passing Eva, not for personal involvement but for unavoidable curiosity. Human strain was such a strange thing to behold at times.
[i]It was pure instinct which began the recording process. Those eyes were fantastic multitaskers, after all. Why, if he only filed away these activities and recalled them at a later date, he really could learn a great deal from these... strange and dramatic folk. But just as his processes began to carry out these split second decisions, his silver body turned to watch Sanina come gliding in like something entirely unwelcome to this world. Oh, he worked tirelessly to place calculations and definitions upon her, but none of them seemed to fit properly.
(lag + forgetfulness = totally lame)
"Pardon me." The calm sigh of his voice was as predictable as the accent which carried them, by default. "I'm having a terrible time categorizing you."
Jacob Ashton moved across the busy streets at a swift but smooth pace. Despite the obvious urgency to come in away from the constant disruption and activity within the city limits, there was nothing particularly hurried or panicked about the metal man's step. The occasional passing light swiped a sharp reflection around his barely-polished surfaces. A clear lack of concern drew less attention than suspiciously furtive glances. His articulate fingers wrapped the handle on his way in, and he fixed himself instantly once the dangers of the outdoors were behind him. Jacob was still, the room was absorbed, and he let the door close at his back. For all his aesthetically designed shapes--from the rolling 'muscles' in his shoulders to the smoothly sliding piston and socket systems partially hidden in his arms, it was such a shame he wore no face.
The glassy black front of his helmet betrayed none of the lights which set to work within his face. A head count was his only goal for the time being, and he tallied instantly across the bodies in the room. Those pleasantly constructed silver legs carried him in an almost idle circle through the room, as though this robot had been designed with nonchalance in mind. Why, he certainly mimicked Man's tendency to roll His slow steps and let a stride linger on a joint to absorb every detail he passed. It made him look thoughtful and distracted, without a lick of expression on that smooth screen of a face.
Jacob Ashton consumed the details of the various scenes playing out before him, storing and relaying--a metallic illustration of the magic ratio at work. Someone had produced the most handsome of computers, surely, for this played out fluid human paths of motion, while seemingly accomplishing the simplest of tasks: memorizing. And when he was satisfied, he rolled his impossibly real walk right out the door again.
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