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Kila Espindola; biomechanical brick shithouse
Topic Started: Mar 29 2009, 11:11 PM (251 Views)
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Name: Kila Espindola
Race/Specie/Ethnicity/Bloodline/Beinghood: Human (Latina, if you want to get into RACE, you...racists)
Age/DOB: 28, July 13th
Gender: Butch
Home Planet: Oradia

Height: 5'6"
Weight/Shape: 250lb. Extremely muscular, partially biomechanical
Hair: Blue hair (feathery)
Eyes: Lime green
Skin: Somewhat light brown
Other Important Features: Partially biomechanical. Right upper arm, both hands, left leg (from several inches below the hip down all the way to the foot), small section of right-side of abdomen, entirely mechanical spine.
Stats: Strength, Constitution, Dexterity: Over 9000!!!!11 everything else: D...duRRrhrrurr

Physical Description:
Kila is average in height, but extraordinarily strong. What natural parts are left of her are almost purely muscle, leaving her almost flat chested, but with washboard abs, lean limbs, and a rippled back. Her hair, both on her head and elsewhere, is short, fluffy and made of short, iridescent blue feathers. Her left foot, while biomechanical, is not shaped like a foot, but an enormous boot, thus she always wears another boot on the natural foot for some semblance of balance. The biomechanical parts of her body are blue-black, and full of as much life as the rest of her – they are connected to her central nervous system, heart, and lungs, making it just as painful if a part of biomechanics were to be removed. The material is extremely flexible and strong, however, and could hardly be injured unless there were serious, twelve-foot-tall beasts involved.

Her voice is heavy and though physically she commands respect, she isn't that wise or intelligent. She focuses more on smashing things, and is thus dressed in small cargo shorts, heavy boot(s), a slim muscle shirt, and a black vest.

Personality:
She is not mean, or even particularly cruel, but doesn't think twice before taking action. Kila will accept a joke easily, even if it takes her a while to figure out what it means. She is chaotic good, having been particularly not-virtuous but accepting that all life is worth saving. There seems to be a deeper side to her, but keeps it to herself in favor of dealing with the problems at hand – which are usually coming from other people. Is almost always smoking a cigarette, and can drink alcohol forever without getting any real problems (thanks to a mechanical liver).

Interests/Likes:
Chainsmoking, various martial arts, The Ladies, advancing her own biomechanical parts, fire breathing (booze + lighter style), digging.

Dislikes:
Being in no smoking areas, prolonged periods of inaction, cocktail shrimp, flannel, tiny horrifying beasts of death, the dark

Abilties, Powers, Skills, Weaknesses:
The creation of her biomechanical body parts and spine has made her extremely strong, flexible, and durable. Her main fighting style is more 'bar fighting', but she wears a special pair of titanium knuckles on each mechanical hand which create an imposing electric charge into anything she touches – whether it is with her hands or her (mechanical) foot.
She knows how to do a few Parlor Tricks including some fire spitting, though has not (at this point) used that in fighting techniques.
She is familiar with harnesses, particular of the lower-body kind, and proficient in makeshift-creation thereof (hey man, when you work in a mine for like 10 years and you have to be suspended, you gotta know these things).
On the other hand, Kila hates being wet. Despite the biomechanical aspects never malfunctioning because of water, her weight slows her down in water, and it reminds her of dark, evil catacombs. She also basically has no puzzle solving abilities, and has no professional training in fixing her own mechanical form, but can lube it up to make it run a bit smoother. Also all that smoking has probably predisposed her to lung cancer probably.
And yeah sometimes she is as dumb as a rock.

Home:
Oradia is an advanced, tiny planet. Hugely advanced cities are built on top of an almost hollowed out core; the main business of the world is mining for various gems and precious metals deep within. The apartments of most low-level workers (such as what Kila was, a deep-end miner) were small, mainly plastic, with fold away beds, hidden showers, and a large open window facing the city itself. Everything is particularly dismal in the outside, though fashions, homes, and people – when not covered in dirt and dust – are brightly colored and clad.

Background:
Kila was a deep-end miner, usually being suspended in lightless chasms to chip away at walls. On a particularly ordinary mission, she was sent down to the very bottom to analyze if further horizontal digging was necessary. There she was discovered by a tiny native creature, which brutally mauled her and left her for dead. Luckily she'd been using her radio, and they discovered her with a leg and arm removed, body twisted unnaturally, and a few important organs missing. They rebuilt her as much as necessary, which included reattaching what parts they could and recreating what couldn't be salvaged. After they discovered what it was (she had been informed it was a 'Grue', but had never read about them or heard of them again), she refused to go back to the mines. The company was not pleased, as they had spent a lot of time fixing her in order to keep their reputation of zero deaths clean. She agreed to do anything else as long as they would not send her to the dark, and they were in the process of training her to be a guard to the CEO of the mining corporation. She was paid little to nothing in order to pay off the extensive surgeries done to save her life.

Items:
1 pack marlboro menthols
1 orange zippo lighter
1 flashlight
Hip flask (full of a special lubricant for biomechanical parts)
Titanium knuckles (pair)
Clothes

Notes
I have said biomechanical like 30 times. Anyway, if you're familiar with H.R.Giger, that is biomechanics. if not: This is biomechanical stuff.
Edited by Kila, Mar 31 2009, 06:45 PM.
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The window was open, letting hot, dirty air mix in with the computer regulated air of the apartment. Kila sat on the ledge, her heavy leg swinging freely in the air as she puffed on a cigarette. Her new apartment was particularly higher than the last -- when she had been a miner, they wanted her (as well as her coworkers) to be as close to the elevator shafts as possible, putting her down into black, cold housing. Now her room was perhaps a square foot larger, and the walls were slightly rounded, made of off-white plastic and accented by bright orange and deep blue in small, barely noticeable ways (she didn't have any interest in designing it further). It was at least two hundred stories above where she knew the elevator shaft stood. The immense height, which would kill anyone who fell from it, made her feel safe. It was thousands of feet between her and the darkness, which she feared more than anything else, and with good reason.

Her doorbell, a quiet, pulsing beep, went off. She exhaled smoke into her room as she called, "It's open!"

The door slowly faded away and her friend stepped through, putting her hands on her hips. "You were supposed to be at training twenty minutes ago. You're lucky enough that they don't put you in prison. You know the only reason they're letting you keep a job is so you don't tell on them, right?"

Sighing, Kila swung off of the ledge back into the apartment. She pressed a button and the blue-tinted window faded back into place. "I know. It's fine, they spent too much money on me to just--you know. Take me away, or whatever."

"Yeah right!" Her friend's voice grew hushed. "They can take those parts back, you know. Put them on whoever, or whatever they want. I hear they're building a creature completely out of it. That brains form when that stuff is left on its own, and..."

Kila laughed, cigarette nearly falling out of her mouth. "You're crazy. There's no way they have clearance to build -- a thing out of this...stuff." She shook her head. "Come on, I guess I'd better get out there before they sic their stuff-thing on me."

Her friend folded her arms now, obviously upset. "Why don't you ever take me seriously?"

"Sorry, sweets." Kila passed by her, grabbing her short black vest. "They put me together again. I don't have any option but to trust them."

"They can do whatever they want to you!" came the angry, clearly concerned retort as the slender girl flipped around. "They can say that your body will never be paid off! That you'll have to live off of nothing for the rest of your life -- and with that stuff, you could be alive for--forever!"

Kila shrugged, and pressed the button next to the door. It faded back into place, and she headed down the hallway. She heard her friend stomping after her soon after. "You can't run away from this! I don't want..." The footsteps stopped, and, sighing, Kila flicked the butt of her cigarette against the sterile hallway wall as she turned around.

"Don't want what?"

"You know how I--how I feel, right?"

"What's that got to do with anything?"

"I can't deal with the terror of knowing that they could take you at any second, just because they can! That I might never see you again because they unleash some new mutant on you! That you could just live forever and." Her voice began to crack, and she put her gloved hands over her face. "That I'll die, and we won't even see each other in the afterlife!"

"Sasha!" Kila snapped, upset at seeing the other woman in this state. "Look. After training I'll take you out for those mine grubs you like, alright? Then we'll--we'll talk about this. But you're not gonna win me over."

There was a heavy bit of sniffing before the woman looked up, and nodded. "O-okay. Do you... Do you promise?"

"Sure, sweets. Don't worry. I'll be back in a couple of hours."

With that, she headed down the stairs (jumping most of the way, of course -- she had no problem landing from an immense height thanks to the new spine and new leg). When she opened the door to step out onto one of the hovering levels, still far above where the elevator shaft was, she felt light headed. It was as if the sun had pushed through the thousands of layers of dirty atmosphere, making it impossible to see. She shrugged it off, squinting, and took a step forward, and found herself falling.

Luckily she knew she would at least--land on her feet.
Edited by Kila, Mar 31 2009, 09:43 PM.
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