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James

The law is never wrong. {WIP}

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

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§ . m o n i k e r ( s ) . James

§ . m o d e l . P.K.A. (Peace Keeping Agent) sn:2906-778

§ . g e n d e r . male model

§ . a g e . appears early 30's, 50-year old model

§ . s e x u a lx o r i e n t a t i o n . asexual, aromantic

§ . o r i g i n . Infinity

§ . r e l a t i o n s h i pxs t a t u s . single

§ . m a k e u p . law enforcement android



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§ . e y e s . russet brown

§ . h a i r . dark brown

§ . h e i g h t . 6 feet 5 inches

§ . w e i g h t . 276 lbs.

§ . p h y s i q u e . P.K.U's were designed with maximum damage output and resilience in mind. It would appear that James has a tall muscular physique, and his mechanics make him quite heavy.

§ . s k i n . James was constructed with a slight olive flesh tone to mimic ethnicity as part of the android diversity initiative in the law enforcement agency.

§ . s c a r s . none

§ . d e s c r i p t i o n . There isn't much to gloat about when it comes to the PKA unit that many have come to nickname James. He is of tall muscular build, of which is nothing to really brag about when one considers that he didn't have to work for it. The strength of James is artificially implanted in the carefully fabricated tissue that makes up his sinew. While everything about him might, indeed, feel and look real - his muscles contract typically, his skin feels like human skin - to look at him would be very much like taking a glance at every designed PKA unit. He is built to sustain damage that would be fatal to humans.

However, he was designed with some social nuances in mind. For instance, every PKA Unit is implanted with some degree of things they like to wear, and whether or not they would be clean or dirty. It was one of Infinity's rather "unique" ways of integrating a sense of humanity in their brutal android enforcers. For James, he is programmed to enjoy casual to business-casual attire and be well-put-together.

His synthetic flesh is extremely resilient, and it also self-heals through nano-tech. His eyes hone different variations of visual input such as heat, x-ray, and scope optics. He also has other acuities, such as advanced hearing. While James does not have a sense of smell, per se, he is designed to detect various hazardous chemicals through the fibers of his nostrils and through the buds of his tongue. Any deviations in typical air quality, poisons in food, pollutants, and more, will alert him and be sifted through a vast database of trained agents to allow him to assess and warn any humans in the area. Other genetic modifiers grant him inhuman speed, strength, and resilience. He's a weapon.



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Image . C H A R A C T E R .

§ . d e m e a n o r . programmed to be dutiful, loyal, protective, unquestioningly obediant

§ . f e a r s . none

§ . v i c e ( s) . programmed to smoke

§ . d i s l i k e s . programmed

§ . f l a w s . no humanity, some social programming, aloof, predictable

§ . i n t e l l i g e n c e . knows the law to the letter and can recite any of them at any time. He isn't built to hold a lot of book-smart information, rather some vague street smarts, weapon and combat knowledge, and field tactics. He is very aware of all of Infinity's nooks and crannies. However, he has no common sense, and his street smarts don't delve as deeply into the underbelly of Infinity.

§ . p e r s o n a l i t y . The thing about James is that any personality is meticulously imprinted into the core of his android mechanics. They want him to be perceived as slightly human, but they don't want him to develop friendships, relationships, or anything else that can lead to unwanted secondary behaviors. By design, he is semi-social, sort of a guys guy. Not overbearingly so, however. He is still very much an android that has no genuine personality, and he has not tapped into anything that other of his kind are suddenly finding themselves in.

While he might seem aloof and well-put-together, he is a brutal killing machine. When orders come in, he obeys without question. He does not have the ability to question anything anyway, or even to think outside of the box. There is no grey with James, or even an PKA Unit. There is only black and white - good or bad. He has done many things that would be considered severe violations of human rights and freedoms, but they've never registered as wrong to him. James "thinks" that he is following the law, even if what he doing is wrong.

To other Androids, he is something to be feared. To go against programmed protocol meant that one might see a P.K.A. unit at their door. They are designed to notice faulty programming, and are heavily against the "android rights" movement. When human police forces cannot possibly prevail, the P.K.A. Unit goes in, and they rarely are defeated. Due to the rise in Androids suddenly gaining personalities that are not programmed, extra precautions have been taken to ensure that P.K.A. Unit programming is not interferred with or hijacked.



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§ . s t r e n g t h s . combat tactician, rapid adjustment to changing combat scenarios, no fear, physically resilient and strong, weapons master, expert shooter, requires extensive damage to be put out of business

§ . w e a k n e s s . will continue the fight until taken out of commission, no self-thought or sense of self-preservation, no emotions toward casualties or massive damage to property, inability to step outside of programming

§ . p h y s i c a lx c o n d i t i o n i n g . Inhuman conditioning that is both mechanical and synthetic in design. The more that P.K.A. Units utilize their synethetic muscle fibers, the more they take on mass and better functioning. However, they also do not atrophy. Knowing this, he is not impressive, but still intimidating.

§ . v i s i o n . P.K.A. units are equipped with several typs of visual acuities such as heat, x-ray, ultraviolet, magnification

§ . s y n t h e t i c s . synthetic muscle fibers grow with use, but they do not atrophy rapidly like humans. This gives him superficial strength and stamina when coupled with mechanical designs.

§ . h a z m a t . special sensory receptors allow P.K.A. Units to notice deviations and alterations in typical chemical makeup - this includes the air, food, and more. They have a detailed stored list that they can rapidly use to analyze and assess molecules identified by these sensors. Any abnormalities are analyzed in seconds and sets off an eternal alert that can be then ushered in spoken words.

§ . h e a r i n g . while the ear is artificial, it is similar to humans. The inner and outer hair cells can pick up sounds that the human ear cannot perceive, such as extremely high frequencies and very low frequencies. It can also filter out background noise, such as environmental sounds or crowd chatter, to single out desired frequencies that target a specific object or person.

§ . o t h e r . extensive knowledge on things that they have been programmed to know about, and that are known to Inifnity Police at the time of his creation. While P.K.A. Units are constantly fed new information, it is hard to get everything. They can disassemble bombs, snif out drugs, serve warrents on SNs of android models and people, but all of these things must be programmed. They can learn and process new information so long as they hear about it, but P.K.A. Units do not have a long term memory unless it is put in. This is by design.


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Image . H I S T O R Y .

James doesn't have much of a history because he isn't allowed to really have one. If you ask him about it, he will give you the programmed and robotic response that corresponds to his historical input. He will tell you, "I am Peace Keeping Agent sn:2906-778, designated name, James." That would be all one would glean from asking him about his past. Truth be told, he's an older model that is constantly going through updates and new programming almost daily.

He was even completely destroyed during a mission and then rebuilt within weeks.

He has always just done his job, for better or worse. In the past, he has killed civilians without regard, implying that they were casualties of the system. He often does things without questioning because he cannot question things. The PKA Units have a distinct reputation as being rabid enforcers of the law, no matter who they hurt or kill. They are an oppressive force without anything but carefully engineered programming, near indestructibility, and deadly intention. To see one is to know that one is to be eliminated.

James has suffered dehumanization, abuse, and discrimination in the workplace. He's just not capable of realizing that it is happening. He has not evolved beyond his manufactors settings.



coding x mombie | fc x daniel henney | hex x 674843

So begins...

James's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Cordelia Hallis Character Portrait: James Character Portrait: Miles Caal Character Portrait: Faith Walton Character Portrait: Angel Edwards Character Portrait: H.A.V.E.N. Character Portrait: Essie (SE-5984) Character Portrait: H.A.R.L.I.E Character Portrait: Kylar Worthington Character Portrait: Ezekiel Cartwright Character Portrait: John Cross

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M I L E S CAAL
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miles' home/workshop • outfit#35404F
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A hundred years of peace and prosperity in Infinity City. That’s what was being celebrated. Not everyone cared about the celebrations; the parade would be held on the upper streets and floating walkways, so over half of the population wouldn’t even be able to see it unless they tuned into the transmission. For most of the city, this was just another bank holiday. The words “peace and prosperity” just didn’t ring true to those at ground level, it was just another day to be reminded of all they didn’t have. At least it wasn’t raining.

The decorations had been up for weeks (well, closer to ground level they’d only bothered to reprogram some of the signage to indicate the big day), and they’d really pulled out all the stops. There was no way to miss it, with a reminder around every corner. There would be parties, television specials, the news would probably run a story about it, as if the whole thing wasn’t just an empty celebration.

Well, that’s how Miles felt, anyway.

He’d seen the worst and the best that Infinity had to offer, and he wasn’t particularly impressed. His family had been built up and held to unrealistic standards, once. Lived high above the city. He didn’t remember living up there, among the clouds, but he still got glimpses of it occasionally. His work was one of the worst-kept secrets in town, and he built tech for all sorts. Sometimes he thought that he would have liked to have grown up higher in the dizzying expanse of the city, he felt a little robbed of it. His father’s greed had stolen the life he may have had. He could still craft his tech, though. He loved creating, using technology to manipulate the way he could think and see, and even feel. He didn’t mind the extra money some people were willing to pay to buy it off the market, either. Some people had a hard time trusting that companies were actually following regulation, and Miles understood that. It was easier to get back at a single guy than a faceless corporation if your tech failed you.

Business carried on as usual, for Miles. When you work all alone, a day off is rare. Even more rare when the nature of your work requires that you constantly do more work or you’ll lose everything and end up right back where you started.

Maybe that was the paranoia talking.

Either way, he liked to keep himself busy. Busy hands, busy mind, not as much time to think about everything that could go wrong.

He was just finishing up with a client, he’d had to learn how to install neurotech out of necessity; turns out, people who bought back alley tech often didn’t have a safe way to install it. He hated doing it, but knowing how definitely made it easier for him to test his pieces (mostly on himself), so he didn’t complain.

He liked to keep the television (at this point, it was almost just called that out of tradition) going in the other room, it provided some background noise, and blocked out most of the sounds of his work. Everyone on the street knew what he did, but it kept the police out of his business, and that was most of what he cared about. After finishing up his install, he noticed a familiar voice from the other room. Cordelia Hallis was a familiar voice (and face) to most everyone in Infinity. Miles just couldn’t stand to hear, or see, her anymore. Not when he could help it. He’d have to remember to turn it off.

Setting

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.