Risque.
Legacy Name: Risque.

“What did you do with the results from subject 36D‘s testing..?”
“It should be over in the Genetics lab by now.. Renny wanted those files on their desk as soon as possible... why?”
Liz huffed at the poor boy from behind her tiny little coke bottle frames, blowing a lock of blonde hair out of her face in exasperation as she looked at him with tired violet eyes.
“... did I do something wrong?” A playful, sheepish grin spread across his cheeks slowly as he watched her squirm under a gaze that was all too charming for most women to bear for longer than a few moments.
Her nose crinkled and her face contorted as she put up a fight that could have earned her an honorable mention among others who had tried before her... All of which had, sadly, fallen short of the heavyweight champion of charm resistence -the goddess of the modern scientific community, Renny- whom held the position with all the dignity and grace of a stone-cold Soviet General. Ahh, the Russians... there was just no competing with them- all prospects of a good time vanished when business was involved. The thought made him cringe inwardly. He’d much rather meet a Russian when he was drinking, he thought absently to himself, because at least they could keep up. He quirked his brows, and watched the result as the blood quickly rushed to the cheeks of the poor girl before she erupted. “Robert I wasn’t done reviewing those test results yet..!” she whined, stomping one foot as she tore herself away from his puppy eyes and cheeky grins that always carried such coy undertones.
Rob couldn’t help but laugh at her when she started throwing fits. It only encouraged his theory that she was really a High School genius who’d graduated early and scored an internship in Ren’s labs. The girl was fairly tiny, about five foot four, her frame petite and her face childish not only in appearance but also in mannerisms. She was very animated, this one, and she was one of his favorites; it was just too easy to provoke all kinds of amusing reactions out of her. “Well I didn’t know that, I’m just doing what I was asked to do, and I was handed the papers and told to take them over to Genetics..” His voice trailed off in a way that he would have hoped had led her to believe that he was being submissive or apologetic, though his grin grew broader all the while in the pause to follow. Oh just turn around!
Finally. Success!
The magnitude of the reaction to follow reached a new high, as she yelped and flew almost a full foot backwards after she took the hit of his gaze. "Ohhh, that never gets old..." he decided as he laughed and basked in his victory. Unfortunately, his celebration ceased the moment he spotted "wankie Frankie" heading straight for him with the scariest look on her face that he never wanted to see, and it was at this point that he had a very profound epiphany: that this was one of those moments in life in which he realized that no matter how fast, or how far he ran, he was not going to escape whatever was storming straight for him. He simply could not flee fast enough.
Rob was in mid-dash down the hall when she caught his arm up in her iron grasp with one of her manly (in his mind) hands and jerked him back to face her. He shrieked as she asked in a commanding tone, “And where do you think you’re going…?”
“Another pasture, where the grass is greener. You’re blocking my sunshine.”
“Oh shut up, will you? You’re lucky Ren hasn’t busted your ass for flirting with her cute little interns yet today... be grateful, I’m providing you with the opportunity to keep out of trouble.”
“Does it involve handcuffs and a ball gag? Because if it does, I’m really not interested. I just don’t swing that way.”
“Would you shut your stupid brain off for a few seconds and let me talk BUSINESS here!?”
“...” He stared stupidly at her for a moment before it finally occurred to him that she was actually not going to try and harm him physically or scar him emotionally... at least not right then.
“First off...” Frankie shoved a half inch black folder roughly against his chest, which he instinctively caught before it could slip away. “Here are the schematics for the three-point-0 you asked for last week, and here," she paused as she pulled out a list and flattened it against the top of the binder, "is a list of materials that I need you to find for me. This is what I'll need to put together a prototype, and I need in three days topps. Ren’s got another project she wants me to get going on as soon as I’m done helping you, so get your ass moving.”
“... Oh.”
“... Now?" she added with an annoyed look on her face. "Better go before it gets too dark outside. You don’t want to be caught lurking around the Black District after dark with that face...” She teased as she gave him a shove in the direction of the sliding doors that led into the lab. He stumbled forward, clearly taken aback as he whipped around and stared wide-eyed at her and yelled, “I OBJECT!” Though, whether he was referring to the ninja mission or the unwanted physical contact wasn’t quite clear. After adjusting his tie and cuffs, he forced a loud breath out through his nose and passed through the doors into the Decontamination Chamber between the outside world and the sterilized lab. He held the notebook over his head as he was doused by streams of gas for about five seconds, then stepped through the next set of doors when they opened into the long, gloomy corridor that led back to the Accounting and Business Management offices. He sighed, his eyes taking on a distance that was abnormal even for him, and started off towards the front door, dropping the folder in his own office and slipping the list into his jacket‘s pocket before he found himself on the streets of Neo-Manhattan, the "City in the Clouds". The last few weeks since Mercy had left him had been getting harder and harder to survive on his own. Being in the presence of other people soothed his pain, but the second they were gone, he could feel himself drowning in the emptiness again. And wandering the streets in the middle of a large crowd only intensified the lonliness hefelt. It wasn’t like before, when he’d first stepped foot into the outside world... when he had been amazed and enraptured by being in the presence of so many other people all at once. Now it was just aggravating. He’d just wanted to be loved, and to love in return.. Was that so much to ask?
His eyes scanned the district passively, faces blurring into the horizon as he paused in the crowd, which continued to plow up and down the two-way street, and focused on the names of the shops in the vicinity. He wasn’t sure what exactly he was looking for, but he was sure he kept walking he was bound to find it sooner or later... But first, he decided, a stop for a drink would be in order. Bars usually made for a good source of information if you could just buddy up to a regular, so he ducked into the first one he could find.

Time Period: Future
Genre: Science Fiction
Status: Open, though I can't guarantee monogamy in the case of romance

Name / Nick: Rob
Nationality / Language(s): Caucasian / All commonly used languages, and some obscure ones that he has learned in his spare time
Age / Birthday / Sign: appears to be in his early 30's, though has only really been alive for about 15-20 years / November 29th / Saggitarius
Height / Weight: 5'11' / 158 lbs.
Species: Artificial life form
Eyes: Cobalt blue
Hair: Brown- styled back into slicked-back spikes
Skin: Fair, peach-toned
Build: long and lean- no real muscle to speak of, just has a nice "normal" body
Scars: None
Tattoos / Piercings: None / None
Wardrobe: Dresses in suits ALWAYS, end of story

Orientation / Status: Heterosexual / Single, and loving it
Love: Laughable!
Parents: None; was "made" in a laboratory
Family: none
Friends: Renny, Lizzy, Frankie, Alex, Sarah, Malachi, Glitch, Tommy, Kat
Occupation: Lab assistant / Independent consultant / Hacker
Location: Neo-Manhattan, NYC

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Strong Points: works until he gets the job done right, loves to please others, always positive
Faults: has no real sense of right and wrong which puts other people off, will put work above anyone and anything,
Religion: N/a
Quirks: deathly afraid of lesbians, has a knack for making every woman feel wanted (flirts with EVERY girl), works too much, makes a game out of everything,
Traits: coy, fun-loving, positive, resolute, hard-working, easygoing, does not worry often, says what is on his mind no matter how inappropriate it may be, open with personal matters, unsympathetic, can drink anyone under the table, loves old movies and 50's music,
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Bands on Playlist: Benny Goodman, Bing Crosby, Dean Martin, Frank Sinatra, Judy Garland, Elvis Presley, Sammy Davis Jr., Nat King Cole, Micky Rooney, Tommy Dorsey, Bob Hope, Maroon 5, Stone Sour, The Fray

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