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Astrid

There is very little kindness left on these streets...

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a character in “Neon Streets”, as played by nonconformingrole

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"The real loneliness is living among all these kind people who only ask one to pretend!"
The real loneliness is living among all these kind people who only ask one to pretend!-Edith Wharton

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i d e n t i t y
xxxxx|| Name || AS-7210
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xxxxx|| Nicknames || Astrid
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xxxxx|| Gender || female
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xxxxx|| Age || Astrid is eight years old, though physically she is in her mid twenties.
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xxxxx|| Birthday || Astrid doesn't know her exact manufacture date.
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xxxxx|| Sexuality || while Astrid isn't "equipped" for standard human sexuality, she does consider herself to be heterosexual.
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xxxxx|| Composition || android
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xxxxx|| Height || 5'5"
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xxxxx|| Weight || 178 lbs
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xxxxx|| Hair Color || Astrid's hair is a particular shade of blonde, paired with her dark brows, that would lead one to believe that she dyes her hair, were she not an android.
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xxxxx|| Eye Color || green
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xxxxx|| Identifying Features || Astrid has her identifying number printed at the nape of her neck, and a styled image of the planet Saturn right beneath it, to indicate her manufacturing company, Saturn Technologies. These are both typically covered by her hair, but can be used to identify her quickly. He eyes occasionally light up with a blue tone when she is hard at work processing something, but her software is still very fast, so that is a rare sight to see.
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xxxxx|| Description || The Automated Servant model of android was created to be dainty and demure looking, and, perhaps, to remind their owners of "simpler" times. Like most androids, they were created to be pleasant to look at, simple to clothe, and not take up an overwhelming amount of space. The fact that there are thousands of other androids that look exactly like Astrid has recently begun to bother her. She is not an individual, but a mass-produced beauty. She carries herself with all the grace and poise she was programmed to have, almost always with a warm smile on her face. She likes to dress in simple, comfortable (but still beautiful) clothing, and loves wearing dresses when she can get her hands on them. She has found a love of cosmetics, as she has found them to be the only way for an android to differentiate themselves from others of their model, and she relishes in having even that small amount of individuality.
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p e r s o n a l i t y

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Astrid is an incredibly caring person; she deeply loves and cares for everyone that comes into her life. Some would even call her motherly, which would be a fair assessment. She loves to dote on her friends, help them with their troubles, and show them how she cares. She is generally kind, upbeat, and chipper. She was programmed to care for children, and much of her behavior still reflects that. She lives life with a generally positive attitude, a smile on her face, and a desire to love and care for the people around her.

Not to say she is perfect: Astrid tends to over-do it when she cares. She pries too much, tries too hard to help. She doesn’t know when to quit, or when to leave someone alone. She loves so quickly and so deeply, and is always absolutely devastated when the people she’s grown to care for walk out of her life. Still, she continues to open up her arms and her heart, time and time again. She often seems to have an almost-creepy attachment and fascination with the idea of having a family, as if that is the only thing that truly matters to her.

She tends to have an exaggerated warmth; from a human it would seem fake and forced, and perhaps would make you wonder about the person’s mental state, but coming from an android, it’s obvious that she was just programmed that way. She does occasionally break out of her programed state of blissful happiness, and in those moments she really shows signs of humanity, of existing outside of the parameters of her programming. Those moments are met with crisis, and tend to be swept aside almost as quickly as they come about. Astrid doesn’t know what to do with her feelings of sadness, betrayal, and discontent. She was always meant to be temporary and replaceable. She shouldn’t take it so personally; she is just a machine, after all.

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xxxxx|| Likes || children, animals, baking, the way food smells when it's cooking, makeup, perfume, music, television, conversation, books, helping people.
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xxxxx|| Dislikes || confrontation, being reminded that she's an android, the fact that she can't eat or drink anything, not being able to afford nice things, "belonging" to someone, being alone, rain, snow, the cold.
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xxxxx|| Fears || Astrid fears being having her memory wipes and being reset, and also being shut down.
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xxxxx|| Secrets || Astrid doesn't keep many secrets, but she doesn't often tell people that her old owner disposed of her because she tried to take her place.xx
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m i s c e l l a n e o u s

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xxxxx|| Abilities || Astrid's programmed abilities include cooking, cleaning, basic care tasks, and her ability to read emotions is ranked slightly higher than average androids.
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xxxxx|| Talents || Astrid has no real latent talents. Or, at least, she hasn't discovered them yet.
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xxxxx|| Strengths || caring, kind, forgiving.
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xxxxx|| Weaknesses || struggling with human emotion, can be extremely jealous.

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h i s t o r y

AS series androids were created to be domestic helpers, and had several pre-programmed functionalities that could be accessed in their general settings. AS-7210 was purchased by a young couple and designated for child care. They had a young child and another on the way, and thought an android would be a great help as the children grew. And she was. Astrid loved the children, she spent countless hours caring for them, cooking for them, cleaning up after them. She taught them both so many things, and by the end of the three years she was with the family, she had begun to genuinely feel like she belonged there. She noticed how the children’s mother never played with them, and hardly interacted with them, so she took it upon herself to be their mother.

When she started encouraging the children to call her mommy, the parents finally took notice of her strange behavior. They’d always thought the way she behaved had been part of her programming, but apparently the affection and warmth she directed towards the children was a bug, and not a feature. The couple legitimately fought over what to do; on one hand, it was unacceptable for a robot to replace the children’s real mother, but on the other, at least she was giving the children some love and attention.

Ultimately, they decided to get rid of her. When the children found out, they cried. They begged her not to go, asked her parents if Astrid was going to live with another family. They elected to wipe her memories of the family (so she wouldn’t be able to stalk them) and send her to live on the streets, rather than send her to be repurposed.

It was really rough, at first. Astrid didn’t know where to go, or what to do. It took her three years just to try to piece together parts of what had happened, though she has never been able to remember any concrete details. For a long time, she just wandered aimlessly through the city, occasionally taking strange jobs. She’s been a smuggler, she’s been a caretaker, but she really just wants to find a family to love.


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writer: nonconformingrole - fc: Lucy Boynton - hex code: #DC403B


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So begins...

Astrid's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Cordelia Hallis Character Portrait: Astrid

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"A S T R I D" AS-7210
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but am i just a broken machine?
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Infinity was a rough place for a lone android, though Astrid had personally found that the further down you went, the less people noticed you. Maybe because they felt like the rich looked down on them as lesser. They felt less human than those living up in their ivory towers… Or, at least, they felt like the rich thought of them as less human. Astrid wasn’t presumptuous enough to suggest this to any of the people she encountered (and she, like most androids, was programmed to be non offensive; so even if she was presumptuous, she couldn’t suggest it), but a part of her felt like she was right. Still, humans were so very sensitive on matters of their own humanity. As if the very thing that makes humans, well, humans, could be changed.

Astrid was, once again, all on her own. She’d been recently picked up by a less than gentle gentleman, but he and his friends quickly dumped her back on the streets when they realized that she didn’t possess the anatomy they had wanted her for. Before that, she’d lived with an elderly woman. That had been one of the better places she could remember. Astrid knew she had good memories, once, but they were gone now.

Now she stood, watching a broadcast of Cordelia Hallis. Most of the people on the lower portions of the city weren’t taking much time out of their day to listen; the broadcasts always seemed to be much of the same. ’Trust us,’ they said,’ we only want to do what’s best for you.’ Astrid supposed that could be true, but scanning the faces of the people around her, she saw mostly anxiety, fear, anger. Humans wore emotions on their faces so clearly. Or maybe it was her programming. She didn’t muse on it for long, there were other things to be worried about. Mrs. Hallis’ strange behavior, for starters. Astrid wasn’t convinced that the woman wasn’t an android (and there was plenty of gossip that seemed to indicate that others agreed with her), and if that was the case, maybe she was due for an update.

From where she stood, Cordelia’s words seemed to spark anger in the people, but Astrid thought it seemed like she believed them. Like those words were genuine. Besides, Astrid wanted to watch the parade. There was some ghost of a memory, something there that reminded her that someone she’d once cared for like parades. So she supposed she liked them, too.

A small commotion started to rise up. Some vandalism had occurred, painting a single word on the largest screen in this part of the city. ‘Menace.’ Astrid wasn’t sure what that was supposed to mean, but the people in the crowd certainly did. It started in murmurings, and slowly began to build up to yelling and shouting. It struck Astrid that this likely wasn’t part of the day’s festivities, and she decided it was time for her to go. Or, it would have been, had she not been caught in the crowd. She was being pushed around rather effectively, and her programming was forbidding her from pushing back, or doing much else besides stand there and let herself be all but trampled as people hurried forwards to get a better view. “I’m sorry,” Astrid said, voice calm and pleasant, as people ran into her, shoved her aside, “Pardon me, I-” She turned as she was pushed into someone else, “I apologize, my intentions were not to-” Again, she was pushed aside, this time with just enough force to send her to the ground. She heard someone complain about the uselessness of androids, how they only got in the way in these situations. She was in the way, wasn’t she? “Sorry…”

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Cordelia Hallis Character Portrait: James Character Portrait: Miles Caal Character Portrait: Astrid Character Portrait: Faith Walton Character Portrait: Angel Edwards Character Portrait: H.A.V.E.N. Character Portrait: Ozric Slade Character Portrait: Essie (SE-5984) Character Portrait: Yuri Capra Character Portrait: Kylar Worthington Character Portrait: Ezekiel Cartwright

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Astrid knew she needed to get out of the way, people were still bumping into her left and right; some were leaving, others were trying to get a better look at one thing or another. It was overwhelming, trying to pinpoint an opening so she could just get out of everyone’s way. She was always causing problems, wasn’t she? Maybe that’s why everyone sends me away.

She had just found a way, and just needed a moment to get through, when it happened. There was a loud boom, and a lot of screaming. Suddenly, all she seemed to be able to process was the fear of everyone around her. She quickly looked around: people were running away, now. Maybe back home. Maybe just as far away as they could get. There was another explosion. It wasn’t safe here, was it? She needed to go, but the fear everyone felt… It was just her programming, but she felt the intense need to protect the humans around. They were frightened, and it was only getting worse with every passing moment.

She didn’t know if it was being broadcast over the speakers, or just in her mind, but she heard an overwhelming chorus of, “Stay calm. We have everything under control.” It didn’t look like everything was under control, but Astrid knew that was what they always said. If the powers that be couldn’t control a situation, they’d lose control of everything. Still, in control or not, there wasn’t anything Astrid could do. She wasn’t well-suited to crisis situations; she was a domestic droid.

Astrid caught sight of a little girl, presumably separated from her family, and all thoughts of retreating to the relative safety of the seedy underbelly of the city left her mind. Suddenly the only thing that felt right was helping the child. Caring for children was what she was programmed for, after all.

Then there were more people, who Astrid only recognised as being associates of the Alpire Corporation. What did they manufacturer? Weapons? They had arrived very quickly, Astrid thought, and immediately started cordoning off areas, ushering people away and to different places of the city. “Don’t worry,” They said, “We’re here to help you.” Maybe they’d been hired as private security.

There was some sort of weapon fire from somewhere above. Astrid couldn’t place it, but the Alpire Corp representatives certainly used the moment to keep corralling people along. Keeping order, it seemed, was the top priority.

Astrid was getting swept along with the crowd, weapons were still firing from, what sounded like, all directions. “Where are we going?”

“Don’t worry, ma’am,” Astrid could hardly tell if the person in question was a human under all of their armor. “There's a warehouse nearby where-” Then the person in question seemed to realize that Astrid was an android, “We don’t have the space for androids.”

A gesture was all it took to seal her fate, it seemed. Astrid was grabbed from behind, and deposited back into the middle of the square, to fend for herself. Something strong that she didn’t quite understand filled her, and she felt quite resigned to whatever was in store for her. She didn’t have anywhere to go, not really, so she figured that she would probably be shot down and then tossed on a scrap heap somewhere. She wasn’t just going to stand around, though. Maybe she could get lucky, find some place to hide… At least until this blew over. It couldn’t last forever.







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Even as Miles went to switch off the broadcast, it cut to a shot of the crowd on the ground. The city’s government loved to show off how well everyone got along when it suited them. Sometimes the news organizations played along, and some played nicer than others. Normally he wouldn’t care, if not for the fact that the crowd seemed to be pretty worked up. Surely that wasn’t the image Infinity City officials wanted to broadcast. The first explosion went off right before they cut the footage to some pre-recorded message of peace and prosperity, though that was quickly cut to make way for the coverage of the terrorist attack on the upper levels of the city. On the day they were meant to celebrate one hundred years of peace, no less.

Miles switched off the broadcast; he could hear the screaming and subsequent detonations over the gentle hum of the lights. Even so far beneath it all. It was quiet, and Miles couldn’t fully be sure if he was really hearing the commotion, or if someone nearby just had their television up too loud.. Subtle green lights raced along his veins, visible from just below his skin: the lights flashed yellow. He was distressed. It was strange, if he hadn’t known better, he may have said he didn’t recognise what he was feeling until then. But what was he meant to do in a situation like this? He supposed most people would be shutting themselves in their homes, which seemed like a reasonable response.

He elected to swing open his front door. There was chaos everywhere, people were running out and away from the center of the city. Did Miles know any of the people running past? Did it matter? Of course it mattered. He would let a friend take up shelter inside if they needed it.

Did he have any friends left?

He did. He knew he did. He had to.