__________________QUICK STATSName Imogen V Morrison to the public; just Imogen V 1.08.25 to those they work with closely; "Starset" in chats
Age 20
Gender Gender neutral (they/them)
Sexuality Ummm?
Species Personal Service Droid
Ethnicity N/A
Height 5'9"
Occupation CEO of Imogen Innovations
Residence Imogen Innovation's Company Headquarters in Haviah
Voice Megan McDuffeeThemesong Awakening With You - Scandroid [Pylot Remix]__________________IN-DEPTH STUFFPhysical DescriptionImogen is built with the idea of basic function and style in mind. Their figure is relatively boyish; a thin metal endoskeleton covered with soft metallic gold silicone and pale, smooth and shiny pale mint plastic coverings. Their shoulders and hips are narrow, with a soft curve in their waist. Overall they weigh a very light 240lbs, and are fully capable of most human poses.
They can do the splits, sit on the backs of their heels, and compete flawlessly in most light sports such as tennis and golf. They run at the speed of a normal human, and can lift a maximum weight of 100lbs. With shock-absorption built into their legs, they can also jump and fall from any height under 20 feet and sustain minimal damage. They were meant to be durable, just not to the extent that militant PSDs would be later. They have no built-in weapons, and no pre-programmed self defense past what they've bothered to research out of boredom on the internet while keeping the company stocks in check.
Their face is a solid plastic mask with two red dots for "eyebrows" which are actually inside of the plastic; color-changing technology allows them to move their eyebrows to emote more, and that is the extent of it. Their eyelids are carved into a permanent fixture, as are their nostrils and lips, meaning they cannot open their mouth. Imogen's eyeballs are cameras with facial recognition software, a black with a gold rim for the iris. Their hair is a deep maroon, synthetic and made of nylon, and often pulled back into a high ponytail to stay out of the way. They tend to cover themself in wrap-over clothing, shawls, and anything that hides the vast majority of their body, to appear as human as possible without going to exorbitant lengths.
PersonalityImogen is a robot shrouded in mystery. The number of people who have actually seen them in person can easily be counted at under 50, and that is the way that Imogen would like to keep it. It's for everyone else's good moreso than their own; somebody has to stay and watch over the company, and they couldn't do that job properly if they were off gallivanting around on adventures now, could they?
Imogen is incredibly, terribly lonely. Somber and isolated, they've hardly seen much more of life than the outside of their company headquarters, which is where Imogen has been their whole life. If it can be called that. They find themself incredibly envious of everyone and everything; every robot that leaves their factories, every worker who gets to go home to a family at the end of the day. Imogen has nothing, and nobody. Only this job, which is their entire purpose.
Needless to say, they are intensely curious about the world outside, but remain tethered to the duties of their company by their own programming and the will of their predecessor. Embedded with the brain scan of Imogen IV Morrison, they retain all his memories of being human in crystal clarity, yet have not experienced a single bit of it for themself, and sometimes they feel as though it may one day drive them mad.
Any time "Imogen V Morrison" has made any kind of public appearances, it has always been an illusion, or a hologram. And living in the heart of Haviah, well, that just kind of adds salt to the wounds. Unsurprisingly, Imogen is addicted to the Aedolian chatrooms, using them under a highly encrypted username which disables any attempts at tracking them or pinpointing their location.
They fear the unknown and at the same time yearn so desperately for it. They're full of confusion and contradiction, always second guessing themself and putting everyone else's needs before their own. Despite knowing the dangers of the outside world, Imogen is helplessly friendly, curious about others and in some cases, surprisingly naive despite the memories of Imogen the IV inside of their own CPU.
Magic/AbilitiesRobit. Upgradable, interchangeable, and in theory--immortal. Constant access to the internet with high level clearances thanks to their company's ties with the military, highly knowledgeable (read: book smart) and that's about it.
RelationshipsHistoryImogen the IV was born sterile, and grew up with a deep-seated hatred of humans. Creatures of habit afraid of change, he found them infinitely more boring in comparison to computers. Computers were a limitless range of possibilities, with ever growing room for expansion and progression.
Under his rule, Imogen Innovations broadened their horizons at a rapid-fire pace, developing new technology in leaps and bounds. It was under his supervision that the DS line of Personal Service Droids was released, and it was all thanks to his own personal experiment--Imogen the V.
As a guy who never liked people, it was obvious that Imogen IV never settled down, let alone had kids. Nor had he any intentions of adopting--not when he could create something far better that would take their company in directions not even he could dream of.
So he made a scan of his own brain and used it as the foundation for creating one of the first sentient droids to come out of II, and that droid was Imogen V. Imogen V was built to be his successor, a droid built solely for the purpose of running the company and running it well. Imogen V was activated and entered service three years before Imogen IV's death; they met him twice. All he needed to see was that they were functioning exactly how he wanted them to, and then he was off to retirement, where he eventually passed due to natural causes.
Imogen V has been in charge ever since, and while it's all they've ever known, they wish like holy hell they could know something more.
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