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art coming soooon
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*Life is a test but I confess
I like this mess I've made so far
Grade on a curve and you'll observe
I'm right below the horizon*
{NAME}Dajirin
{ALIASES}Daj, Daji, probably a thousand terrible epithets, but he doesn’t respond to those very kindly.
{AGE}He’s probably about… 10 years old from point of production? But if we're talking mentality he's designed to be on par with a typical late 20-something.
{GENDER, SEXUALITY}Male, and his sexuality is being treated like a person.
{SPECIES/ETHNICITY}Android
{HEIGHT/BUILD}6’2”, shaped to have the classic lean “superhero” build.
{OCCUPATION}Hitman \o/
{RESIDENCE}A former warehouse and dock on Cancer Station
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{PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION} Dajirin is held together by duct tape and a prayer. He has a very solid endoskeleton made of a durable alloy, which makes him rather physically heavy. His outer casing is a mishmash of synthetic flesh— his was a model meant to pass as human, and has very delicate receptors and animatronics surrounding his facial region to go along with it. He’s capable of the full spectrum of displayed emotion, though his default setting seems to be “jovially not giving a fuck.”
There are a few places where repairs simply have not been feasible. He only has one pale grey eye remaining— the other was knocked out in an altercation and couldn’t be retrieved. So he wears an eyepatch over the gaping hole in his metal skull. His right arm, similarly, has lost all of his synthetic flesh, leaving only the bare bones of his metallic skeleton from shoulder to fingers. It’s still fully functional, but not at all friendly to the touch. He keeps it well oiled to prevent the metal pieces from making too much noise as they move.
There is a massive gash at the front of his throat, which he’s partially stitched and sealed as best he can. Typically, he just wraps a white gauze bandage around the wound to keep it free of dust and grime, but the damage is similarly irreversible. His vocal processor is gone, rendering him utterly voiceless.
Typically, Daji wears whatever scrap of clothing catches his eye— “hobo-dumpster-chic” as he calls his personal style, he favors the purposefully worn look, with patches and stitches and rips and tears, and he’ll even modify sleeves to be rolled up and held in place by safety pins.
His hair is a soft chestnut brown, long and luxurious and meant to be touched. He usually just yanks it back into a messy bun most days, leaving free wires hanging down for quick interfacing as necessary.
{PERSONALITY} “Jovially not giving a fuck” - Daji does not care what your opinions are, be they about his profession, his appearance, or his existence. He’ll be the first to tell you, with a thousand smiley faces attached, that you can sit and spin.
He’s fiercely independent, and shudders at the concept of being owned by anyone in any fashion. He handles everything by himself, for himself, and if anyone happens to work with him, it’s because that was his decision. No if’s and’s or but’s about it— he refuses to be beholden to anyone, and tends to treat social interactions as transactions as a result. If you do him a solid, you are getting paid back for it, whether you like it or not.
That being said, he is, at the core of his programming, made for social interaction. He’s not an introvert in any sense of the word; he likes going out, he likes being around other people, he wants to feel like he’s a part of society rather than just existing on the fringes of it.
He doesn’t take anti-droid sentiments very well (or even pro-droid sentiments if it’s fetishized), as a result, because he both craves to be seen as his own individual person, but refuses to be seen as anything but who he is at his heart. He’s an android, he’s not going to pretend to be anything but an android. And he simply will not abide anything less.
His moral compass is firmly skewed, however. He sees nothing wrong with his profession, and he’s not above breaking into someone’s business or home or what have you in order to get at supplies to staunch catastrophic coolant leakage at three in the morning.
Fun Facts!:- Because of his missing vocal processor, he uses a TTS app on his phone. Because of his less than put-together skin, his phone is old school to have a sliding keyboard. Utterly Ancient.
- Is all about that Industrial Grunge aesthetic— but will splurge to pay for some seriously cushy digs. Or a vintage motorbike to get around the station on.
- Has a fondness for third wave ska. I know.
- Smokes about a pack of cigarettes a day, even though it does nothing for him. I think he just likes the smell, which is also why he drinks Darjeeling tea.
{SPECIAL ABILITIES}He’s an android. He’s really good at processing information fast, can interface with computer systems given the right connection, and has scary fast reflexes. Also, punching him hurts.
He’s a hitman. He’s very good at making money off of shooting people.
{RELATIONSHIPS}His cat, Gremlin.
Judah, the guy who runs the local hardware store that doubles as a front for Daji’s particular services.
Sadie, the girl who runs a “locksmithing” service and makes a good chunk of her income off of Daji’s break-ins. Or scouting for him.
{HISTORY}Daji was meant to be a socialite droid. The kind of pretty thing to be dressed up and programmed for high society shindigs, with a wealthy owner and expectations as an expensive piece of property.
Now he isn’t.
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