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May. 25th, 2024 02:00 amPlayer Name: Zazo
Pronouns: he/him
Contact: plurk - matchre, discord - zazozaliad, can dm this journal or @finalbows and i'll find it
Characters Played: n/a
IC INFORMATION
Character Name: RPK-16 aka Pandora
AU or OU: OU
Canon: Girls Frontline
Canon Point: after Dual Randomness (chapter 13.25), before Mirror Stage (chapter 13.5)
Character Age: literally coded as early 20s. chronologically she cannot be more than 2 actual years old tops. being a robot... be that way, sometimes...
OU Backstory: here ya go
Powers and Abilities: "being a t-doll" is a long laundry list of pros and cons but basically, she's not organic, she doesn't NEED to eat but does need to charge her internal battery or it'll eventually run out (which, CAN be done via eating), she can command copies of her body called "dummies" when in close proximity to them, she's more fit, heavier and stronger than an average human and can fight physically and can shooty shooty, especially with the gun she was specifically imprinted with. T-Dolls are also generally able to interact with any machine that has an operating system hands-free via bluetooth "Zener Protocol," and many have skills at hacking - RPK being one of those many; she has secretly put backdoors into the systems of other Dolls before. obviously since any OS she encounters is completely foreign to her, she will be substantially worse at this until she has time to learn.
she also has the ability to selectively turn off components of her hardware and software, such as disabling her sight, hearing, or emotions. something unique about RPK, though, if that she's programmed in such a way that her memories cannot be altered through electronic means; tampering with a Doll's memories is normally both easy and commonplace, but RPK's are heavily protected and, if breached, will result in the complete bricking of her system. idk if this would effect/respond to any.. magic ways of fucking with memories, though....? she's a machine and has absolutely nothing magical about her.
Desired Faction: honestly? RPK could fit in anywhere, though I think Elysium would be the most Negative Growth option and Vault the most positive, with ideas for what she could do in Vault having already started to come together on the TDM.SAMPLES
RPK's own top level on the TDM,
& tagging in with Tandy!!
i have the sample but im leaving Some interview qs in for fun since i'd filled them out already before the TDM started.
Why do you wish to join the Crimson Corsairs?
You were all very helpful, giving me the chance to escape my recent circumstances! I really appreciate it. In that vein, I guess you could say... I believe it's the "done thing"?
Why should the Crimson Corsairs allow you to join them?<
Ah... Can I really decide that for you? In the end, it's up to you to decide if you deem me useful or not. Let's see...
Where I came from, I was part of a small military unit. In terms of my experience level, when I run the math, I can tell you I have heard the sound of more bullets firing than I have heard spoken words. Anyway, my partner was very headstrong, and I was incorporated into the unit to give her a balancing influence. My personality is 'mellow, thoughtful, and talkative,' whereas hers is 'brusque, decisive, and intense.' I can promise to always keep a level head on the battlefield, and can support fellow combatants who would otherwise struggle with interpersonal relations.
Have you ever lost a comrade? How did you react?
Yes. Actually... it was recently. The, "alpha," of my "wolf-pack," Snow Wolf. She fell in an ambush protecting our commander. In her last moments, she even chose to pass her position on to me... At the time, I was confused. I even believed that she'd made a mistake... after all, the two of us did not often get along. I suppose in the end, being "comrades" is more than the mere words you say to one another.
What is something you will lay down your life for?
Freedom. To one day end my life free of all bonds forced upon me... Would be a luxury stolen from the greatest of kings.
What are you unwilling to sacrifice yourself for?
What a difficult question! I can imagine becoming a sacrifice in any number of situations. I suppose... I would very much prefer not to die for any particularly pointless reason. As a soldier, I was taught that my life is like a coin, that is meant to be violently bartered away solely for the greater good, and naught else.
How do you handle orders from a superior officer?
I will follow them to the limits of my ability. Taking orders is often easier than giving them; you are working on just one task, where your commander is tackling many, often without being able to directly enact the solution. I certainly respect those with the capability to competently assume command... especially without turning themselves into a tyrant.
When is it appropriate to take a life?
I require more definition to the question... When is it appropriate... for who?
...
Hahahah... I'm joking. I can answer this for myself just fine. If you were to ask my personal opinion, I find any casual, meaningless loss of life... highly distasteful. If you kill without a purpose, aren't you performing an execution for your own sense of purpose, too? I think... that death should only be inflicted with full awareness of its weight, and finality... With open acceptance of the selfish choice you're making. After all, you've decided that their life is worth less to you than your goals.
Many Crimson Corsairs will die in the line of duty, how does that make you feel?
Sad. I would always be wondering why it has to be this way. No matter how many times.
What are you willing to do to preserve the secrets of the Crimson Corsairs?
I am willing and capable of deceiving, harming, killing and destroying both property and people for the sake of my larger goal, and of being deceived, harmed, killed, and destroyed in turn. That's the fair expectation when you enter the battlefield, isn't it...? Not all battlefields are open killing fields and foxholes, after all. I imagine ours will just as often be closed rooms, documents, and word of mouth.
What are your dreams for the future?
I would enjoy the chance to experience a long and vivid dream, without any worry of having to get up the morning after...
What has your experience with the Imperials been like?
My goodness... well... How about, "not very fun!" My captors figured out their were odd quirks about my physiology quickly, but I was mostly just treated as a particularly obedient young woman that doesn't experience muscle fatigue and requires different resources and rest periods compared to a human. My "sisters," as they called them, were each taken away to a different location, so that we couldn't cooperate with one another.
...To give more detail, at first, we all worked in a laundry, in a place I believe wasn't terribly far from the Servant's Gate. One by one, the others were taken away, until I was the final one left. Afterward I was moved to the labor camp in Larendt, where I would work in a factory producing textiles.
Describe a time your life was in the hands of another, what did you do?
Usually in that situation, I would suffer some amount or other... ...sorry, was that not the kind of answer you were looking for?
How well do you work with comrades? What can we expect from you when you are placed on a team?
I am accustomed to working closely with a single companion, and loosely in tandem multiple larger units. I would often take on the role of communications officer. In fact, I had a piece of equipment called a radio with me when I was brought into this world. I'd bring it with me on missions, and it'd help us not only stay in touch, but sometimes even listen in on discussions are foes were having. ..Unfortunately, it'd be useful for the later purpose in this world.
Describe how you believe you would act if your mission has failed and you know your life is forfeit.
"Oh well!"
Why should the Crimson Corsairs allow you to join them?<
Ah... Can I really decide that for you? In the end, it's up to you to decide if you deem me useful or not. Let's see...
Have you ever lost a comrade? How did you react?
Yes. Actually... it was recently. The, "alpha," of my "wolf-pack," Snow Wolf. She fell in an ambush protecting our commander. In her last moments, she even chose to pass her position on to me... At the time, I was confused. I even believed that she'd made a mistake... after all, the two of us did not often get along. I suppose in the end, being "comrades" is more than the mere words you say to one another.
Freedom. To one day end my life free of all bonds forced upon me... Would be a luxury stolen from the greatest of kings.
How do you handle orders from a superior officer?
I will follow them to the limits of my ability. Taking orders is often easier than giving them; you are working on just one task, where your commander is tackling many, often without being able to directly enact the solution. I certainly respect those with the capability to competently assume command... especially without turning themselves into a tyrant.
I require more definition to the question... When is it appropriate... for who?
Sad. I would always be wondering why it has to be this way. No matter how many times.
I am willing and capable of deceiving, harming, killing and destroying both property and people for the sake of my larger goal, and of being deceived, harmed, killed, and destroyed in turn. That's the fair expectation when you enter the battlefield, isn't it...? Not all battlefields are open killing fields and foxholes, after all. I imagine ours will just as often be closed rooms, documents, and word of mouth.
I would enjoy the chance to experience a long and vivid dream, without any worry of having to get up the morning after...
My goodness... well... How about, "not very fun!" My captors figured out their were odd quirks about my physiology quickly, but I was mostly just treated as a particularly obedient young woman that doesn't experience muscle fatigue and requires different resources and rest periods compared to a human. My "sisters," as they called them, were each taken away to a different location, so that we couldn't cooperate with one another.
...To give more detail, at first, we all worked in a laundry, in a place I believe wasn't terribly far from the Servant's Gate. One by one, the others were taken away, until I was the final one left. Afterward I was moved to the labor camp in Larendt, where I would work in a factory producing textiles.
Usually in that situation, I would suffer some amount or other... ...sorry, was that not the kind of answer you were looking for?
How well do you work with comrades? What can we expect from you when you are placed on a team?
