Nickname: Smartass
Height: 6'
Weight: 200 lbs
Occupation(s): Non-combat advisory Synthetic
Skills:
-Mathematics
-Navigations
-Astrology
-Biology
-Piloting
-Maintenance
-Being Smarter Than Organics
-Telling Jokes
-Being Awesome
-Good Listener
-Hacking Into My Own File :)
-Getting Into Trouble For Being Caught
-And Bypassing Their New Firewalls :p
Useful Items:
-Personal PDA linked wirelessly with his internal processor.
-M4 sidearm (Not what he wanted)
Appearance:
Gary's appearance runs just above a baseline average, tuned to mimic human that much better. Unlike previous models, whose pale skin was a dead giveaway, Gary appears completely natural from any exterior angle. He even has signs of some kind of aging, with graying sideburns and icy blue eyes. As a side issue, he's almost always smirking, like your unknowingly part of some joke and just don't get it.
Personality:
Sometimes, Gary can be grating. He's always the first to make a suggestion, and absolutely hates being ignored. He's the kind of synth to flaunt being nonorganic, and if he proves you wrong, he'll rarely let you live it down. Surprisingly, he tends to be a practical joker and trademark smartass by nature. Some of his greatest feats have included shutting off the artificial gravity in the bridge, replacing certain "boring" mission briefings with episodes of "My Little Pony", and waking up the entire ship by blaring "It's Friday" over the intercom last Saturday.
Despite all these things that make him less of an android and more of an Artificial Pain in the Ass, he still has to follow The Three Laws of Robotics. With one fun flaw. His Inhibitors run on a separate processor than his main AI, with kill-switches ready to terminate him if it's tampered with. The fun bit comes in when he and his inhibitors "disagree" on something. The last encounter with xenomorphs proved this. Gary recognized them as non-human and could warrant violence, but on a scan they showed to possess human DNA. His combat inhibitor labeled them protected by the First Law, meaning that Gary could do practically nothing against them. He was REALLY unhappy about that.
RP Sample:
The docking bay of the Nicodemus was abuzz with everyone preparing for landing. Last minute orders were commed in to the pilots as they raced to their landing crafts. Everyone was how every military occupation went for the ship, which meant Gary was busy pestering Briggs about something.
"Excuse me, sir? I think there was something that got crossed in orders. Sergeant Major Alexander was sent planet-side to work things over with the big boss down there."
"Yes, Gary, he was. What's your point?"
'Well, I did specify several times that I'd be more than happy to go down there. I mean, I know everything there is to know about negotiations, politics, and.... well, how not to be an uptight sourpuss all the time. Suffice it to say, I'm Bill's opposite, so clearly something went wrong here."
"No, Gary, nothing went wrong. I sent the SgtMaj down there, and not you. So please return to your post."
"My post is data surveyance, sir, which I can do in my head. In fact I'm doing it right now. But still, Bill? Really? How could you pick Bill over me? When's the last time Bill has cracked a joke? Or done anything other than frown? Not to mention, he's old. All my data says that people generally don't like the old, cranky geezer. That, and what if he dies of old age on the way there? I mean, for all we know he could-"
"Gary...."
"Break his hip, have to go to bed, miss-"
"Gary."
"His favorite rerun of some decade old show-"
"Gary! You're not going. You're being assigned to...... Whiskey squad. Gear up and be ready for launch. You are dismissed."
"One last thing, sir?"
".......... What?"
"Can I request a bigger gun?"
"Goodbye, Gary."
Despite his proclaimed hyperawareness, Gary had missed that the Colonel had strategically placed them on opposite ends of an open bulkhead door. With the press of a button, the door slid closed, bringing a premature end to the conversation, much to the Colonels relief. New mission parameters flashed up on Gary's HUD, details on his new squad and their military record. It wasn't really needed, seeing as he was almost always assigned to Wingus and Dingus, A.K.A. Owens and Daniels. With an annoyed sigh, he knocked on the Colonel's door with one last question.
"So, was that a 'yes' on the gun thing...?"