Information

Outrank
Legacy Name: Outrank

The

Steamwork Lain
Owner:

Murder

Age: 12 years, 3 weeks

Built: April 2nd, 2012

Adopted: 12 years, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: April 2nd, 2012

Statistics

Level: 1
Strength: 10
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 11
HP: 11/11
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

Overlay/art:
* Humanoid robot in the army
* Mainly human looking but a rip in "skin" shows his inner workings - left arm
* Also has robotic wings he usually keeps tight against his back & dislikes
* Copper coloured hair (similar to Steamworks Lain's face) and blue eyes - different style iris to humans (yet to decide what)
* Expressionless most of the time
* Either wears hat & coat in TC with black trousers (formal) or combats & short sleeved black shirts (informal)
* Always stands straight/to attention
* Takes pride in what he does
* Has a pet robotic peregrine falcon often seen on his shoulder (all robotic like Steamworks pets or robotic body and feathered wings?)
* Overlay as his falcon or no overlay at all & art of him with the falcon on his shoulder down the side of the profile

TC:
* Army style combats? Black Shirt? Black trousers? Army boots? Dog Tags? Wings?
* Gun? Tank? Other modern/futuristic weapons?
* Any bird like a peregrine falcon?
* Try to get everything to work in rows of two

I have no motivation to write...

... whatsovever

The year was 2050 and, from a distance, it seemed like nothing had changed. Wars were still being fought for pointless causes; people were still being killed in cold blood because one man considered himself above all others. All in all, the world had remained the same.

One such example of this, or so it appeared, was an army camp hidden just outside of a war zone. Troops could be seen marching around in near perfect lines.

Sound-off; 1 - 2; Sound-off; 3 - 4; Cadence count; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4.

The ground was mostly mud from the high amount of traffic over it and different groups of soldiers could be seen at different areas of the camp carrying out whatever task was required of them. Marching practice, shooting practice, cleaning one thing or another, obstacle courses... the list went on.

To the far left, a company of around 150 men stood facing a lone figure. The man stood at an extraordinary 6 foot 9, towering over the soldiers. Otherwise there was nothing noticeable about his appearance. Brown hair, brown eyes, neither muscular nor skinny. In fact, if it weren't for his height he wouldn't appear out of place in near enough any setting. For the time being, however, his military uniform proudly declared his rank: Major. All in all, not that impressive but it meant the company in front of him was his to control. And that was how he liked it.

This man, Major [some name], was one example however of how things had changed from the past. Despite looking for all intents and purposes like an ordinary human, he was truly anything but. Hidden below his military uniform and pressed firmly against his back to keep them flat was a pair of mechanical wings - gold in colour with visible cogs and other workings around the joints. As was the case with many higher ranking officers in the army, [last name] was not even human at all so much as a robot of sorts. The theory was that this led to better leadership and therefore more order.

Sound-off; 1 - 2; Sound-off; 3 - 4; Cadence count; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4.

A troop that had been marching nearby passed just by where [last name] and his men were stood, breaking the otherwise relative silence of the area as the Major looked over his men, judging them.

"You messed up." His comment was a simple statement, almost snapped at the men.

"You messed up and now I need to explain why it happened, as if it was my fault you're incompetent."

A few of the men glanced at each other in worry. Their Major took his job very seriously and didn't take well to people claiming he had messed up. He was a robot, as if it was possible for him to mess up.

The usual emotionless expression he held was broken by pure anger. Humans were, in his opinion, rather useless creatures most of the time. Only the few who made it to the top and proved their worth were worthy of his respect. Then again, they were the men and woman he served so his high opinion of them made sense. Would a man really create a robot who held no respect for him? No.