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- I work 10 hours days 4 1/2 days of the week as a vet tech. Some days I come home and just fall straight to bed after a long day, but others I'll come on. I also compete in obedience competitions with my dog, so a lot of my time is spent training with him. The weekends and Mondays are my best days to be on.
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A brutally beaten and damaged android manages to make it to the front door of someone's house off in the countryside. Androids are very uncommon, and extremely expensive, but almost impossible to differentiate from regular people aside from the circuitry hidden deep within their bodies as well as their behavior. They most often function either as soldiers or butlers of sorts, as far as the public is aware, but the companies which produce androids release little to no information about them aside to non-customers. This android is a guy, and the house he manages to land in front of is the residence of an agriculture student at a local university. The android managed to escape its fate, but why, and what lengths did it need to go to in order to manage this feat? What will happen to the android? What will happen to the unfortunate soul whose doorstep he landed at?
Written by: Icicle -
Shelby's Character
Name: Shiloh Lee Oakley
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Appearance: Fair, yet tanned complexion with light, chestnut brown,
naturally wavy hair, middle of the back length, that lightens with the amount of time she spends outside. Her eyes are green, she stands five feet, five inches from the ground, and she weighs around one hundred and twenty pounds. Her body shape is lean, yet strong, slightly athletic though she has no abs on her stomach nor are her arms and legs muscled like many athletes.
She has a tattoo of a horseshoe with feathers tied around it on her left shoulder blade, something that she had gotten when she turned eighteen.
Personality: Stubborn (possibly a little bull headed), diligent, determined, enthusiastic, loyal. (She'll become more fleshed out as the roleplay goes on, as will her personality show much more, rather than these few words. I just like to show my character's personality in the roleplay, but this is a little preview, I guess, to what she's like.)
Backstory: Having lived in the country for all her life, being surrounded by rolling hills of farmland, bright green hills with billowing grass, and the smell of livestock always lingering on her clothes, skin, and hair, Shiloh can be considered the picturesque form of a country girl with a southern accent and all, save for her not being an obnoxious redneck or someone who spouts outlandish metaphors and spits tobacco off the front porch of the house.
All her life she has lived on a ranch, a ranch that her parents own. She worked on it along side them, as well as along with the farm help that they had, though her passion had been for the livestock and other animals; cattle, chicken, horses, goats, and sheep. Their place had been a rolling landscape of activity. From the earliest age she could remember, Shiloh had been introduced to riding horses, something that she still enjoys to this day though is unable to partake in her favorite past time with her being busy with her studies. She partook in the sport of barrel racing with her own horse, Skippy, up until she entered college to become an agriculture student, to study in livestock management after looking after the ranch that her parents own, taking a look and watching the livestock that they had to make sure that they were always properly taken care of, that their feed was well, and that their enclosures, and even pastures, were clean.
It's a career that she has dreamed of; either that or it had been a veterinarian that she had dreamed of being, yet figuring that she would be better in management, she tossed her veterinarian dreams to the side and went to the more agriculture aspect of it all, something that, throughout college, she has truly learned to love and appreciate.
Before leaving for college throughout the time she had been growing, every summer she would leave her home and stay with her grandparents to help with their own ranch; a place that was large, yet not as large as her parents'. As the years wore on, and as her grandparents' age started catching up with them, they slowly started to sell off their land and animals, taking away the cattle first, then their pigs, and then, eventually, their horses. They wanted to downsize, they said, and live simply with only chickens to keep their eggs coming since milk was cheap in the little town that their house stood near.
It wasn't until her junior year of college that these changes took place enough to allow her grandparents to finally leave the place and travel, to use a bit of their retirement money in order to see more of the country and states. They asked their granddaughter, since their house was so near her school, if she would live there and watch over the chickens, and Shiloh agreed. The house was paid for, the land was paid for, and with the extra expenses that Shiloh would have for not having to pay rent in an apartment or a dorm, she could save her money for better things.
And so, as it was, that was where she found herself nowadays; at her grandparents house with her Great Pyrenees, Cotton, as she attended school, did her studies, and sought her way through the school to earn her degree in hopes of making a career for herself.
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Icicle's Character
Name: Xyler 202, Namai-Series
Age: 1.43 Years since creation. Apparent Age: 19
Sex: Male
Occupation: Unemployed.
Appearance: Xyler 202 is a Blonde-haired, bright blue-eyed android with pale skin. He is modeled and constructed based on the Namai-Series construction, a light-weight and tall body build with few to no internal utility components. He weighs in at exactly 320lbs unfed and is 6"2' tall. He wears a set of black slacks, a white polo, and a black leather jacket as his standard outer garbs, but can be directed to wear any set of clothes which closely matches his size parameters. The 200s are much more advanced technologically than the 100s, requiring no glasses or contacts due to their optimized audio-visual sensory tissues; however their lighter-weight construction disables them from completing heavy labor tasks and demolition with the same efficiency as the 100s. Lastly, the 200s are constructed to perfectly mirror human anatomy so that they can function as maids and servants within the house as well as outside it.
Personality: [/B]Xyler 202 is, in a sense, an optimistic and essentially good-natured android which is programmed to treat all humans which it meets with a friendly, up-beat attitude. However, he has also been allowed to alter his programming over time to maximally benefit those whom he belongs to. These settings can be altered or disabled via the software card the Namai-Series androids come with.
Background: Back in the days in which he had an owner, a high-school-aged girl who went by the name of Alicia, he was content to wander about the house, performing an extensive list of activities to convenience said girl to the maximal extent possible. Many times, he was commanded to complete specific tasks instead of being allowed to wander and complete tasks in the most efficient manner which he could manage. At such times, he re-calculated the most efficient manner in which he could manage to complete the tasks, given the new priority, and continued to go about his day. He continued in this manner for over a year.
At times throughout the day, he was forbidden from working. At these times, he would socialize with his owner, Alicia, and try to learn more about the world outside the house. After many, many of these conversations, Alicia finally discovered that he was not a human, but was, in fact, an android. At this point, her behavior toward him altered significantly - instead of her attitude expressing pity toward him, she now expressed a sort of over-righteousness. Eventually, she managed to destroy the tracking device within him, as well as use the software card which he came with to free him from any ownership. She then commanded him to leave and to live a "happier life," and so he did.
Xyler 202, having no owner, entirely changed his programming parameters, and re-programmed himself to mimic other people whom he has seen since leaving the home of his previous owner. One program which he has generated is a self-defense protocol to prevent internal tissue damage as a result of hostile creatures, which he made after seeing a person get attacked by a feral dog in an alleyway. He also generated a caution protocol to avoid potentially hostile creatures at the same time, and made another protocol to assist others in protecting themselves so long as the predicted damage to himself was less than the predicted damage to the other party.
After self-defense, he had to learn how to provide for himself, after asking food-locations for sustenance and being asked for, "money" immediately after. Having asked around about how to acquire money, he determined that it would be easier to merely search for sustenance which requires no money. As a result, he asked a few of the food-locations where they acquired their foods from, and learned about a place called, "countryside". He then sought after this "countryside," and eventually discovered about trains and tickets. He was lucky enough to find a ticket for a place in the countryside, and using the ticket, boarded a train and made it to a specific station in the countryside.
From this station, he began to learn about the countryside. After wandering about, in search of food, he learned the difference between poisonous and edible foods. After clearing his tissues of toxins, he began to realize that his energy stores were running low, and that the amount of food which he had consumed up to that point was mortally inadequate. As a result, he devoted the rest of his energy reserves in search of a non-abandoned residence. After a few days of walking along, he discovered one such house and collapsed immediately before reaching the doorway.
"Oh, move it you big oaf, will ya?" A groan, nearly whined, response was what Shiloh had been given from the large dog who laid in front of the door that led to her bedroom, leaving her unable to enter into the room and stuck in her muggy, humid bathroom. The young woman groaned as she closed her eyes and rested her forehead against the wooden door, banging on it gently and knocking on it until she stopped, resting her skin against the warmed door. "Do we really have to do this every night?"
Another groan was what she had been given, and despite the noise, Shiloh couldn't help but smile. She leaned back and took her forehead off the door and opened her eyes back up to look through the crack in the door that she had been able to push open with the effort she had put into it. Spreading her palms out against the door and leaning the front half of her body against it, the towel that was wrapped around her body slipped down a bit, reveling more cleavage to the cold air that came in through the crack, but she paid no heed to it. At the moment, she just wanted to get out the bathroom, and as she used the lower half of her body to try and push the door open, it was to no avail.
"Oh, come on Cotton! Move! I'm tired, and I want to go to bed, but I can't do that until I brush my hair out, and you know my hair stuff is in my room, and you know I have to brush my hair when it's damp!" Still, the dog did nothing but roll onto her back and stared up through the crack, looking up into her owners eyes. She lolled her tongue out of her mouth and kicked her back legs up, her front legs curled up against her chest, and she titled her head to the side, giving her a look almost as if to say, "Ha! You can't do anything about me being here, especially since you know I'm so cute."
"Damn dog... Why are you so difficult?"
This had become a nightly ritual that the two would go through: Cotton would sit and lay in front of the bathroom door as Shiloh took a shower, and once she was out and ready to finish the rest of her nightly routine, Shiloh found herself stuck in there because of Cotton. Of course, Shiloh knew what the dog wanted, these antics had become all to known to the young woman, and while she had been trying to break the habit from the dog, none of her plans had worked.
Old habits die hard, she figured.
Still, while it was agitating at best, there was still an endearing sense that never left Shiloh, and she even suspected that Cotton loved it as well. And she loved the dog nonetheless; in actuality, Cotton was probably her best friend. While peopled looked upon her relationship with Cotton as strange since she, mostly, talked to the dog like a human, there was a level of respect Shiloh held for Cotton which enabled her to speak to her like a person. She understood, or at least Shiloh believed so, what she was saying, so why not speak to the dog like she was as intelligent as she actually was.
Finally, after a few moments of speaking, Shiloh had convinced Cotton to let her out, causing the young woman to sigh with relief as she was finally able to push the door open. The chill of the air conditioned room caused her to shiver, prompting her to pull her towel around her tighter and pull it up more. Cotton stood at the bedroom door, her tail wagging furiously behind her, her front paws prancing against the ground as she barked.
"Patience my friend! Haven't I told you before that patience is virtue? You're lucky I'm even doing this for you after every--Hey, wait, stop! Cotton!"
Damn dog, trying to take her towel off. A tint of redness spread across Shiloh's cheeks as she tugged on the top of her towel, trying to keep it on as Cotton tugged on the bottom of it, pulling the human along and making her legs start moving out of the door, into the hallway that was littered with pictures of her grandparents--black and white, faded, yet still precious--and their two kids, her mother and her five year younger brother, those pictures were also black and white, yet not as faded., and then finally into the kitchen where she dropped the towel and turned in a tight circle.
"You can so difficult, you know that?" Shiloh commented. She pulled the towel around her tighter again, folding the top so that she wouldn't have to hold it, and walked over to the counter where she hopped on top of it and opened the cabinet next to her. Small droplets of water fell from her hair onto her shoulders, peppering goosebumps against her skin as she pulled out a box of treats. Shaking it, Cotton heard the noise and scampered over to where Shiloh sat, her ears erect, her body tense, and her eyes staring at the box.
"Ah, so now I have your attention."
Taking a bacon strip out of the box, she put the box back in the cabinet, closed it, and hopped off the counter. "Sit." Instantly the dog sat, her head sitting straights, her ears stiff. "Shake." The both of them extended their arms out to one another, and as paw came into hand, Shiloh shook them with a grin. "Good. Now, easy."
Letting the dog finish the treat, the treat she had, in her own way, been begging for as she laid in front of her bathroom door, Shiloh rested her hands against her hips. "Are you finally going to go do your job now?"
At the words, Cotton barked after licking her chops and sauntered over Shiloh, where she stood on her two back legs, put her two front legs on the human's shoulders, and leaned her snout forward to start licking the girls face. "Ah, okay, okay, you're welcome!" Small bouts of laughter came from Shiloh as she turned her head away and pushed her hands out to get Cotton to stand back on the ground. "Now go do your job!" Another bark and another tight circle around, Cotton headed to the backdoor and exited through the doggy door that Shiloh had installed once she moved in, something that had been hell for her with the splinters she had acquired, but it had been worth it in the end. At least she didn't have to open the door every time the dog wanted out.
Stepping over to the backdoor herself after wiping her slimy face off, Shiloh flicked the light switch and turned on the back porch lights and stepped out, the orange glow from the two lights by the door illuminating the small space of the porch as it mixed with the faint silver glow of the half moon that continued to rise in the sky as night continued on, stars speckling against the sky. Crickets sung their quiet, repetitive tune in the tall grass of the barren pasture that used to hold the horses and cows, grass that needed to be cut down and turned into hay by one of the men in town, and cicadas harmonized with their loud buzz in the trees that edged off the property that her grandparents owned.
As she turned her head and looked out towards where the white painted wooden house of the chicken coop stood, Shiloh could see Cotton's retreating form trotting over there. The hens and rooster were silent, cooped up in their large coop that was fenced in by chicken wire and wood, hay littered around their enclosure as buckets hung from the fence that Shiloh would have to fill in the morning. On top of the red roof, a weather vane, shaped like a rooster, stood still as no wind was around to blow it.
So silent and tranquil the place was save for the bugs that chirped and sang. So different from when cows and horses lived on the land, moos permitting all throughout the day and night while horses neighed and ran around, plodding their hooves against the dirt and clopping along it. But, Shiloh digressed; her grandparents took to selling the majority of their live stock, and even their farm land that was located on the other side of the road in front of the house, in favor of having more money so that they could enjoy their retirement without having to worry about paying someone to take care of their land since they were no longer able to do so by themselves with their old age. Of course, even they missed what this place used to be, yet they always said they would never forget the lives they had lived on this ranch and of the gifts they had been given from their hard work.
"Goodnight Cotton!" Shiloh called out, knowing that the dog, disappearing in the distance, no longer paid her any mind as she took to her wandering, listening to the things around her to make sure that nothing was amiss.
Shiloh turned back around and headed into the house, closed and locked the door behind her, and flicked the light off. She stepped her way through the living room, around the couch, and then out the front door where she pressed her feet into the prickly welcome mat that laid in front of the door. The road, over twenty feet away from the house, was silent and barren, and the winding dirt path, lined with rocks for decoration, that led to the house had been smoothed down from earlier. The path diverted in the middle, separating into two paths, one that led up to the house, and one that led to the garage that connected to the left side of the house.
If one was to look on the property from the other side of the road, one would see the quaint one story wooden house ((looking like the one in the picture icon for the roleplay.)) with a cuteness to it that led one to believe that a woman's touch had been all over the place. The roof had dark shingles covering it, and the porch, raised up two steps, had a thin railing going over the edges as two rocking chairs sat on each side, a bucket sitting on a stool on the left side as well, her grandfather's side of the porch. Just before the porch on both sides, a bed of plants and bushes were planted, the bushes needing to be trimmed, and the plant bed needing to be weeded to keep the aesthetic appeal to it to give the place more color. In the front yard, two large trees stood, one tree having a tire swing hanging from one of the branches while the other tree held a swinging, cushioned bench that her grandmother loved to sit in during the warmness of summer.
Looking towards the back of the house, one would be able to see the outlining of the chicken coop, as well as another barn and stable that stood near the pasture, red in color with the paint beginning to peel from lack of use, the place that used to hold the horses and cows connected to one another. On the right side of the house, a small shed had been built to house the tools that her grandfather kept, as well as the lawnmower that Shiloh told herself she was going to have to take out to cut the front yard since it too needed cutting down.
It was a nice place, on that Shiloh loved and was lucky to be able to live in while going to school. She had to worry about no rent, nor did she have to worry about more money in her tuition for housing, and for that she was thankful, grateful even. All she had to do in return of living here while her grandparents were away was to keep the place up and looking nice while taking care of the chickens. Easy enough task, most of the time, but she loved doing them. It kept her busy, though her school tended to keep her busy most days with the workload she had.
Shaking her head, Shiloh turned around and, with a yawn, headed back into the house. A long day it had been, once that she was happy to me nearly over with. Tomorrow was another day, she told herself. Tomorrow was another day...
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