Post by minty on Mar 5, 2012 4:52:37 GMT -5
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Assigned Name: 0009801(why yes, it is over nine thousa--)"KIKU"
Actual Name: Honda, Kiku
Physical Age: 21
Country of Origin: Japan
Creation Date: February 11th
Model: F.A.C.U. Enviro
Appearance: (At least one paragraph)
Standing at a modest 5'5" it is easy to mistake this bot to be younger than his actual physical age. KIKU appears to be effeminate even by his own origin's standards with short black hair and soft brown eyes.
As a human, Kiku was rarely ever in contact with the sun's rays and his paleness was carried over even after his conversion. No major reconstruction was done to his basic form however the elimination of any human ailments and imperfections has made him more than capable of performing more physically straining tasks then his previous purely organic body ever could.
KIKU's power switch/button is located inside a small hidden panel located slightly left of center in the bot's chest cavity (where one's heart would normally be). The panel is coated with a thin film of synthetic skin to prevent moisture from entering and short circuiting the bot as well as to ensure KIKU appears as "realistic" as possible (as per this distributor's guarantee on their products).
His serial code could be found at the nape of his neck (as is standard procedure with bots) and the company's logo, a small elegant emblem of a chrysanthemum, rests just below his right collar bone.
What's in the Box
KIKU comes with the following default uniforms (however he is perfectly compatible with any alternative clothing sets depending on his master's preference):
[1] Japanese Yukata (teal) and [1] robe (brown)
[1] MoeMoetm Cosplay Naval Uniform set (white)
"KIKU" user manual and troubleshooting guide
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Assigned Name: 0009801
Actual Name: Honda, Kiku
Physical Age: 21
Country of Origin: Japan
Creation Date: February 11th
Model: F.A.C.U. Enviro
Appearance: (At least one paragraph)
Standing at a modest 5'5" it is easy to mistake this bot to be younger than his actual physical age. KIKU appears to be effeminate even by his own origin's standards with short black hair and soft brown eyes.
As a human, Kiku was rarely ever in contact with the sun's rays and his paleness was carried over even after his conversion. No major reconstruction was done to his basic form however the elimination of any human ailments and imperfections has made him more than capable of performing more physically straining tasks then his previous purely organic body ever could.
KIKU's power switch/button is located inside a small hidden panel located slightly left of center in the bot's chest cavity (where one's heart would normally be). The panel is coated with a thin film of synthetic skin to prevent moisture from entering and short circuiting the bot as well as to ensure KIKU appears as "realistic" as possible (as per this distributor's guarantee on their products).
His serial code could be found at the nape of his neck (as is standard procedure with bots) and the company's logo, a small elegant emblem of a chrysanthemum, rests just below his right collar bone.
What's in the Box
KIKU comes with the following default uniforms (however he is perfectly compatible with any alternative clothing sets depending on his master's preference):
[1] Japanese Yukata (teal) and [1] robe (brown)
[1] MoeMoetm Cosplay Naval Uniform set (white)
"KIKU" user manual and troubleshooting guide
- KIKU possesses a seemingly unending well of patience.
For some reason, this unit's past inherent calm was carried over after it's conversion (much to the programming team's delight). This makes KIKU an ideal bot for menial tasks that may otherwise be regarded as repetitive or boring (such as housekeeping). It's not like he'd put up much of a fuss about it anyway. - Video games-- there isn't one KIKU cannot (or will not eventually) beat. This, combined with his aforementioned inability to express true wrath makes him the perfect companion for a household with children
(or act as a nanny for that lazy college student of yours if you'd like). - It goes without saying that the KIKU unit is good at problem solving and handling tasks that require logic and objective reasoning.
- KIKU is not a bad cook (provided his master<s> would be successful in convincing him to go easy on the salt).
- This bot's loyalty to any master is guaranteed to be rock solid by it's distributors
(although, the company will not deal in any returns or refunds). - KIKU also comes with an optional upgrade of a pre-loaded database for martial arts capability suitable for security and bodyguard related tasks. MoeMoe co. offers a range of medium to advanced level chipsets (each sold separately) to choose from.
Orfor cheapskatesyou may simply opt to enroll your bot into any such trainings available. He is bound to adapt quickly and will eventually learn these skills on his own.
WARNING:
In light of the sudden boom of such memes online, we highly recommend that you NOT teach your bot the German Suplex. The company shall not be held responsible for any damage to property, fingers, cranial masses,sanity, spinal cords, etc. caused by the user's ignorance/arrogance. For more information on resetting the martial arts database of your bot, see pg. 34 of the manual that comes with your KIKU unit. (WTF Japan, Memes; Suplex; Troubleshooting)
[li]Owing to the unique qualities of each bot distributed by the MoeMoe Co. it is of note that the Kiku unit lacks the degree of autonomy found in their other more "active" models. As such, Kiku may default to idle mode once its scanning processes indicate all pre-programmed tasks have been completed at home.
[/li][li]It is also of note that the bot is unlikely to leave it's master's side (or dwelling) unless specifically instructed to. The reason for this remains yet unknown to the programming team however countless tests have proven that the bot is capable of functioning normally in any outdoor setting. For more information: see pg.13 of the manual that comes with your KIKU unit. (Hikikomori; troubleshooting).
[/li][li]MoeMoe Co. will not be held responsible for any ailments/health detriments caused by the KIKU bot's preference for cooking salted foods.
[/li][li]In some rare[?] occasions, KIKU may respond strongly to instances that involve any major form of social interaction of a more mature nature (if you know what we mean). Among the observed glitches in his system were unusual behavior and leaks in the bot's nasal outlet. In case of KIKU encountering an unexpected system error, simply set him into complete Sleep-mode and perform a soft reboot.
[/li][li]Finally, early reviews claimed KIKU's verbal response engine (particularly to inquiries triggering the unit's autonomous decision-making algorithms) has a tendency to be unclear or vague. This is not a defect and is simply part of this unit's personality set. There is no use trying to get a direct yes or no answer from him in these cases.
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Personality:
With his roots reaching far into the east, KIKU is soft-spoken, serious and prudish. Quiet and shy, he is often hard to read for changes in his facial expression are miniscule compared to this distributor's other bots. He normally takes some time to adjust to other people and is less likely to initiate a conversation until prompted by the need to avoid coming off as rude or arrogant.
Talented in technology and the arts, KIKU enjoys watching the seasons change and learning about the different cultural practices from other nations although his own unique Moe PersonalityTM may make him seem mysterious or strange to others. Some of the things he regards as "normal" or mundane may seem bizzare to everyone else.
Although possessing a wide range of programmed emotional cues/simulations, it is a curiosity to note KIKU's inability to properly portray anger unless actively provoked over an extended period of time.
History:
Black Ships Have Come
Born into the middle class demographic of an island nation once known as the Land of the Rising Sun, Kiku Honda was the only son of a well-to-do businessman and his wife who was a mangaka artist. As a child he was limited to staying indoors due to a congenital heart disease and his body's frail constitution was often the reason for his regular absences at school. Of course, not many of his classmates knew about this and were led to believe that the boy was some extreme case of social recluse even going so far as tagging him as a hikikomori in later years.
Then again this wasn't too far from the truth as Kiku had grown into the stereotype over time, adapting a cloistered mentality and often demonstrating a kind of social awkwardness when among individuals in his age group however his reserved nature and upbringing leave him little trouble when dealing with adults.
Life after college graduation was dull and consisted mostly of shutting himself in his room and playing video games or watching anime all day. By this point, Kiku had developed an inexplicable mild fear of leaving home. His ventures to the world outside were oft short-lived and not without due purpose (like getting that new release for the latest popular Y-box game for example). Whether it be because of the increasing number of reported missing persons on the news or the rising crime rate, Kiku learned to be content with the company of his 2D fictional characters and a handful of nameless Anons on the discussion boards he frequented online.
The Price of Freedom is Steep
Everything had been planned days, weeks, in advance. It was White Day and although Kiku had, much to the surprise of his parents (maybe even their house cat) announced that he would be heading out for the day, it was for a purpose most certainly not involving a meeting with the fairer sex.
At least, not the 3D kind.
It was the first day release of the highly anticipated sequel to the Gakuen Princess series: Nyotalia Portable for the PFP, and he was on his way to a popular sector in Akihabara to pick up the copy of the game which he had pre-ordered online.
Had the world around him only known how unusual it was for him to have made it further than a few steps away from home then perhaps it would have been a little more forgiving and not have smothered him in a sea of strangers but the that was reality. In this island nation, Kiku was just another face in the crowd regardless of his status as the real life equivalent of a rare Nokemon on the game series for the Gamejoy. (A classic, true, but it still had an undeniably strong following).
Still he persevered. He wanted to believe he was doing it for his darling Iggiko-chan, and if he had put it off any further then his parents just might have made good of their jokes, they were probably half-threats too, of hooking him on a leash and taking turns bringing him out for walks in the mornings.
Finding the store was easy enough (although, in hindsight, having the game delivered to his house might've saved his life) and the process of claiming his purchase went over surprisingly well considering the queue for the game's release ran all the way down the next block. The wait was surprisingly worth it when, for the first time in a long time, Kiku managed to hold a straight conversation without the need of "pressing the circle button to continue".
The guy standing next in line to him happened to know a lot about Monst*r Hunt*r that he hadn't heard about yet and he planned to try them all out once he got the chance. It was then that he was invited to the other's level up party which, he was told, they'd be having after the event signing. On an unprecedented whim, and against the violent reactions of every little paranoid voice at the back of his mind, Kiku agreed. For once, he thought, he would make an honest effort to connect with someone (not something) who didn't have green hair or a voice sharper than a Nikachu high on nokemon pellets.
And he rather liked it.
Things were going well until time came for him to leave his newfound friends to make his way home. The last alleyway he walked passed was just too dark for him to notice the pair of men that have been following and, even if he did, trying to outrun two perfectly healthy men wasn't likely to work out in his favor anyway.
The Disappearance of Honda, Kiku
In hindsight, perhaps it wasn't such a good idea to ignore the emails sent by his curios parents to his phone, or perhaps he should have at least told them he was staying at the store for a little longer. Maybe then whatever attempts made by the police to find him would have worked.
Or at least led them to come up with something better to say to the people he loved, those that he left behind. A stupid "we're deeply sorry for your loss" was not only pointless but also incredibly anti-climactic.
The day Kiku set out to prove (to himself mostly) that his weak constitution did not mean his life was over, he found that he was right. It was only too bad that something (someone?) else ended it all the same.
It was but a small consolation to him (maybe) that Nyotalia Portable turned out to be the worst-rated game of that year anyway.
RP Sample: (At least 150 words)
"Oh my God! Is its nose bleeding?!"
"They uh, don't have bodily fluids ma'am but it does seem like the bot's nasal outlets are leaking oil."
"I don't fracking care if it's oil or blood you idiot! I'm telling you to fix it!"
The raven-haired bot blinked rapidly, head whipping back and forth between the frazzled program tester and his newly arrived supervisor, the one that was wearing...
that was wearing--
A white hot (heat? heat:(n) the quality of being hot; high temperature:retrieving unit measure--error! moe algorithm values do not match:initiating emergency response. . .) bolt of lighting shot down the synthetic being's central spinal bridge and the bot jerked in response. Still, despite this loss of motion stability, Kiku rose from the cold steel of the examination table he had been sitting on and moved to bow respectfully, structure bending deeply at the waist.
"E-excuse me. I am sorry," he began but the newcomer only scoffed and tapped the pen to her clipboard in visible disapproval.
"I did not mean to offen-- d-did not mean to mean to meanto," the bot continued to stutter out its apology before his audio output unit finally cut out and he froze in place like a plastic mannequin.
"Now what happened to it?!", the woman demanded as she jotted down the details of the software bug, detailing her observations even as the light slowly drained from Kiku's half-opened eyes.
She watched the bot's breathing patterns return to normal while holding the humanly impossible angle. Oil, their newly developed blend, tinged a disturbingly realistic shade of crimson, continued to trickle from the model's pale face to stain the white tiles of the formerly immaculately white laboratory's floor. It was only a few drops really, not a very severe nosebleed by any medical standard. There was only one problem.
These bots weren't supposed to do that.
"It seems to uh, have gone into idle-mode, m-ma'am," the man warily replied. If he was not careful, he may not have a job tomorrow. The technician quickly slipped a hand into the folds of the bot's powder blue kimono and flipped open the small panel on his chest--Kiku's power button.
"Pressing and holding it should work--"
Kiku slowly came back to life and blinked in surprise (it was really unnerving to see something akin to emotion in these newer models) at his handler's face. He quickly swiped a hand over his lip and wiped away the remaining trail of fluid clinging to his upper lip. He then moved to a corner of the examination room to retrieve a mop from the supply closet to wipe away the remaining oil on the floor.
The technician and his strict supervisor continued to watch the bot quietly accomplish one of his pre-programmed cleaning tasks, to verify that it was a minor software glitch, before either of them continued the conversation.
"Hn. I guess it cannot be helped. We had high hopes for this one but it looks like we'll just have to knock off a few zeros from the final price," the woman concluded.
"You just make sure he--it," she quickly corrected herself, "doesn't do that too often," she instructed.
"Y-yes ma'am," the other complied as he watched the woman tuck the clipboard under one arm and proceed to walk out of the examination room. He briefly hesitated but then his sense of chivalry finally won out in the end and he managed to blurt out before she could completely close the heavy steel door.
"Um, ma'am?", he called out quietly, hoping against all hope that he wouldn't have to tell his wife how he supposedly lost his job today.
"What is it this time? Make it quick, I have places to be."
. . .
"Your slip is showing."
"They uh, don't have bodily fluids ma'am but it does seem like the bot's nasal outlets are leaking oil."
"I don't fracking care if it's oil or blood you idiot! I'm telling you to fix it!"
The raven-haired bot blinked rapidly, head whipping back and forth between the frazzled program tester and his newly arrived supervisor, the one that was wearing...
that was wearing--
A white hot (heat? heat:(n) the quality of being hot; high temperature:retrieving unit measure--error! moe algorithm values do not match:initiating emergency response. . .) bolt of lighting shot down the synthetic being's central spinal bridge and the bot jerked in response. Still, despite this loss of motion stability, Kiku rose from the cold steel of the examination table he had been sitting on and moved to bow respectfully, structure bending deeply at the waist.
"E-excuse me. I am sorry," he began but the newcomer only scoffed and tapped the pen to her clipboard in visible disapproval.
"I did not mean to offen-- d-did not mean to mean to meanto," the bot continued to stutter out its apology before his audio output unit finally cut out and he froze in place like a plastic mannequin.
"Now what happened to it?!", the woman demanded as she jotted down the details of the software bug, detailing her observations even as the light slowly drained from Kiku's half-opened eyes.
She watched the bot's breathing patterns return to normal while holding the humanly impossible angle. Oil, their newly developed blend, tinged a disturbingly realistic shade of crimson, continued to trickle from the model's pale face to stain the white tiles of the formerly immaculately white laboratory's floor. It was only a few drops really, not a very severe nosebleed by any medical standard. There was only one problem.
These bots weren't supposed to do that.
"It seems to uh, have gone into idle-mode, m-ma'am," the man warily replied. If he was not careful, he may not have a job tomorrow. The technician quickly slipped a hand into the folds of the bot's powder blue kimono and flipped open the small panel on his chest--Kiku's power button.
"Pressing and holding it should work--"
Kiku slowly came back to life and blinked in surprise (it was really unnerving to see something akin to emotion in these newer models) at his handler's face. He quickly swiped a hand over his lip and wiped away the remaining trail of fluid clinging to his upper lip. He then moved to a corner of the examination room to retrieve a mop from the supply closet to wipe away the remaining oil on the floor.
The technician and his strict supervisor continued to watch the bot quietly accomplish one of his pre-programmed cleaning tasks, to verify that it was a minor software glitch, before either of them continued the conversation.
"Hn. I guess it cannot be helped. We had high hopes for this one but it looks like we'll just have to knock off a few zeros from the final price," the woman concluded.
"You just make sure he--it," she quickly corrected herself, "doesn't do that too often," she instructed.
"Y-yes ma'am," the other complied as he watched the woman tuck the clipboard under one arm and proceed to walk out of the examination room. He briefly hesitated but then his sense of chivalry finally won out in the end and he managed to blurt out before she could completely close the heavy steel door.
"Um, ma'am?", he called out quietly, hoping against all hope that he wouldn't have to tell his wife how he supposedly lost his job today.
"What is it this time? Make it quick, I have places to be."
. . .
"Your slip is showing."
:ooc information:
Name: Minty(kinz)
Age: 24 this year OTL
Time Zone (GMT +/-): GMT+8
Experience:
About two to three years rp-ing a bunch of OCs in this forum.
This would be my first time trying out for the APH fandom though. ^^;
Contact Information: mistress_annachan@yahoo.com (also my msn account name)
I'mma just go hide in a closet and burn some muffins on a stake now... ^^;
