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ViralBeat [2014-04-07 19:10:54 +0000 UTC]

Hey, is this comic ever gonna be made?

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Mint-Princess [2014-03-30 15:53:17 +0000 UTC]

are they still available?
or am I too late?

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KuudereSenpai [2013-09-10 00:18:57 +0000 UTC]

*rolls all over this since idk* owo

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AquaAdopts [2013-08-20 04:08:53 +0000 UTC]

Looks like I'm not going to get four, just because I can't type. in case you didn't know I'm using an ipad mini with a touch screen keyboard to type because my laptop is broken, and writing a lot is quite hard to do and takes absolutely forever. Its like typing on an iphone if you cant relate. I'm not going to complain anymore. Thank you for the chance KP, have fun with the adopt Kaine.

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CompassRoses [2013-08-18 19:27:17 +0000 UTC]

I hope mine didn't come in too late. I would have added a bit more, but from what it seems, even a drawing would be too much!

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Kaine69 [2013-08-18 13:34:25 +0000 UTC]

has the write to adopt ended? I havent heard anything back about these lil guys <3

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CompassRoses [2013-08-17 03:40:11 +0000 UTC]

Number : 6

Name : Wilbur C-3cilin Lorren (goes by Cecil)

Type (and number) : TM-374-28-06.  

Background : (Note on Pathe: I happened upon the idea that each android is programmed with an innate mission or destiny, as to satisfy their humanlike sides. One could think of it like a coded religion. The Pathe is the one clue an android has to its purpose other than its code number. It may be as simple as a déjà vu feeling (simulated, of course.) when seeing an object, but it helps keep the androids in line. One could compare it to human nostalgia. It's difficult to explain, despite the fact that we as humans created the droids, but we will not know for sure what it feels like exactly to follow or cross the Pathe. For example, a hacker android may have such a remembering of a programmed latent memory when they come across a code, so they mot only know it is the right one, and feel that it is the right thing to do to hack it. A fighter may see something about an individual that causes them to realise the person may be up to no good, and must be attacked. Of course, the Pathe does not directly relate to type, as each android chooses to follow (or not follow, for that matter.) the Pathe in a different manner.  The Pathe also helps each android access it's programmed morals and ideals, so it functions not so much as a religion, but as a replacement for the human moral compass. Among androids, there is a certain terminology associated with the Pathe. To, "follow" or, "cross" the Pathe are to obey and disobey instinct and gut feelings, respectively. "Pathe's end" is the fulfillment of a large mission or accomplishment. Death is not a concept androids find easy to comprehend. They liken it to being broken down to, "Scrap state" in which they are so divided into pieces that they no longer are able to think. (For example, one can take away the plastic on top of the keys of a laptop, but it will still type. However, if one takes away the circuit board beneath, the typing function will be at scrap state.) They also do not comprehend reproduction or romance other than in a factual and biological manner, unless taught. They're like a report without a paragraph explaining the significance. They know, but they don't know why.

(If you don't like this idea, I have not problem in eliminating it.)

 Cecil was not the product of a factory, harried to produce those of his kind in the time alotted. Truthfully, such an creation would have been a boon unto itself, as humble origins can take one on a set Pathe of fulfillment without having to strive for it. Each part was meant to belong, to mesh with its counterpart in an intricate system. Each droid mirrored the hominid stance of their creator, yet the inside brought its true congruency into a new light. The inner workings of an android could easily be compared to a human cell, each metallic scrap imbued with an innate purpose. Each piece was coded to fit with one another. Thus, it was accepted by the populace that in humans, and even in their robotic hopes to achieve perfection, one must be content in receiving the good with the bad. Nevertheless, there are those whose views of the world are skewed so that perfection becomes plausible, and once it is deemed attainable they shall not settle for any less. One such individual was his master, a nobleman burdened with the duties which come with war. The elderly bachelor, despite his strategical prowess had an addled mind.  You see, he had been having an affair with a peasant woman since before the war began. The relationship would not be labeled as such under normal circumstances, however during such troubled times it was considered a social taboo to court outside one's own class. He truly loved the woman, who feared for the livelihood of her family, since the elder had recently sired a son, Wilbur. He adored his child. He had the most exquisite chestnut brown eyes, which he in part inherited from his mother's hazel. Brown irises were uncommon in the noble's family, and for that he treasured his son. All took a turn for the worse when the war came. Lentian officials grew suspicious of one another, and proceeded to have unwarranted searches of their fellow men. Aware of this and the recent segregation of the social classes, the man was forced to see to it that his beloved and son were moved to Veheper free of harm. He knew there was little chance he would see them again. Nevertheless, his conscience pestered him through the questionings. Unable to withstand the mental exhaustion, he began to lose his sanity. Upon the end of the war, he felt a desperate need to connect with his family again, despite knowing he'd always be under surveillance. The anxiety pushed him to the brink, and he pulled all the strings he could to obtain a customized android. You see, his son adored tinkering with androids, and treated them like equals unlike the typical Lentian folk. By knowing their inner workings from an early age, he understood them on multiple levels. Thus, the noble wished to dedicate an android after his son.  He knew the next generation was only in the prototyping stage, but his lunacy propelled him to snatch at parts helter - skelter to not only be made in the image of his son, but to satisfy his loneliness as soon as possible. Though the majority of the android was done efficiently and the cogs all meshed, so to speak, one part caused him the most trouble. Since all of his past androids were made to resemble him, he needed nothing more than standard-issue tinted stainless steel for the optical discs. (The android equivalent of an iris.) The only metal which could come close to mimicking the long sought after eye pigmentation was copper. Consequently, such a metal was never used in that portion of an android, due to its conductive properties. The constructed of androids had no idea how a superconductor would function in a normally controlled area so close to the nervous center of the android. The mentally unstable noble persisted, and got his wish. As was predicted, the android was perfect, but the man lacked the knowledge his son posessed of the inner workings of an android. The aptly named Wilbur was nearly functional, save his crucial part. Although the copper optical discs turned out to enhance his vision, excessive exertion could cause his vision to blur from power surges. Because of this, and how much the man treasured his son, the droid was nothing short of spoiled in spite of his flaws. For a few months or so, life had become nearly normal for the both of them. Cecil found it extremely difficult to interact with his fellow androids around the manor, as they were programmed as servants, rather than replacement family members. The only way he knew them was through their construction, as Cecil was programmed a technical/ mechanical to fit with Wilbur's love for building and fixing androids. Cecil took pride in his work, knowing he was made special, but burdened by the fact that he wasn't unique. Despite the little to no appreciation his fellow androids showed him for his work, Cecil found satisfaction in making his master happy. Being a duplicate had its downsides, though.  To differentiate himself and to feel like an individual (as was another habit of Wilbur's to stand out.) the android preferred going by his middle name, Cecil. This would frustrate the old man to no end, but he tried to keep it bottled up for his precious android.  The anniversary of Cecil's creation was almost upon them. While Cecil anticipated the event much like a ten year old would a birthday, his creator grew reclusive. He muttered to himself, constantly referencing the sole picture he had of his wife and son. He would mutter to himself and glare viciously at Cecil. He had snapped. "You..." His whole body was shaking, he could fall apart at any minute. "You...are not my SON!" He lashed out at his creation, while Cecil stood there, shocked. "I want the real Wilbur back. You WILL find him. You must...YOU MUST! FIND MY REAL SON! YOU ARE NOTHING TO ME ANYMORE." A deranged gleam danced in the man's retinas, there was no sanity behind either of them.  He forced the android out of the house, but not until he reverted to his old self long enough to program directions to Veheper and to look into his droid's eyes one last time.  Worried sick, Cecil knew he had to come back immediately. There was no way he could save his master's mind, but he could pacify it by bringing him what he needed. Cecil set out on his journey. Unfortunately for him, the senile noble didn't quite have his bearings upon programming his directions. Yes, he was on his way to Veheper, not only a place he'd never been, but how would he find this man's son? Cecil was never permitted to look in a mirror, or see the photo of his duplicate. I'm fact, he didn't know the meaning of the color brown. His master was extremely careful to hide these things from him, as many owners of cloned creatures expect the new animal to have memories of the same experiences.  After much wandering through the streets and strange looks from those around him (as one would expect an android to always know its destination.) he realized through such a long trip, he overexerted himself. His prized eyes began to fail him, and through his blurred vision and hazy thoughts, the clouds ominously rolled in. The morose atmosphere gave the sky a domed look as the sun set, confusing Cecil into thinking he was indoors. His programming glitched, in a manner not unlike a human hallucination. Dillusioned into thinking he was at hime, he began climbing, searching for his master. The first droplets of rain beaded off his face, and he paid no heed to his soaked exterior as he internally believed he was scaling the many steps to his master's office. In a moment, reality was a brick in his face. The world was so cold and clear, the crispness of the air that of one foreign to him. With the drizzling rain came a sense of solitude and serene bliss. He mused, taking in the view of the diminutive buildings in the distance, illuminated by a light brighter than the heavens.

INTERNAL POWER GRID_100%

PROCESSING

........................................

INITIAL INTERNAL DIAGNOSTICS = COMPLETED

STATUS_

CIRCUITS REBOOTED _70%

OPTICAL PROCESSORS_*OFFLINE*

_ INITIATING OPTICAL REBOOT_

OPTICAL PROGRESS

_10% / MIN. 

STATUS_ RECOVERING

AUDITORY PROCESSORS_ 100%

SIMULATED SENSES FULLY OPERATIONAL

MOBILITY DIAGNOSIS_62.79%

!_ERROR

!_STIMPROCESS="UNCONSCIOUS"

!_PERSCRIBE^FULLSYST-SCAN

!_COMPLETED^FULLSYST-SCAN

! _BUGS = "BREACHED EXTERIOR W/ EXTERNAL POWER SURGE"

!_PROBSOL^INITIATED

!_PROBSOL^CIRCUITREG

!_PROBSOL= "SUCCESSFUL"

!_PROBSOL = "TERMINATED"

!_STIMPROCESS="TRANSITION"

TRANSITION INITIATED--

TERM1^UNCON

TERM2^CON

INTERMED: ENERGREG

...

"Who are you, and what did you do with my master?"

Cecil awoke to find himself face to face with a boy not 13 years of age. The same happened for the boy, and he saw the same thing. Shocked, the youth stumbled backward.

*story break*

Cecil finds himself face to face with his creator's son, who lives on his own in Veheper, making a living off fixing androids and selling parts. Wilbur found his duplicate on the roof of an in at which he was staying, and dragged the android's lifeless body into his room, where he kept it until he could return to his work tent again. Since then, he has run a successful autopsy of Cecil, to find that not only was he missing several parts, but ones he'd had custom ordered were wearing down. From then on, the two of them sold parts and repaired other androids in the poor city, in hopes of bartering successfully for the parts Cecil needs. Time is running out as Wilbur not only tries to help Cecil find his own identity, but to keep him running. Both of them race to find out more about their mysterious father as the government closes in on the issue. Will Cecil find his parts in such a poor city, or will he find himself turned into scrap metal? Can he help change the lives of others with his TM knowledge? Will he find other droids that are unique? What happened to the old master, and what is the government doing to Veheper and Lentia? 

Will Cecil ever know the true meaning of the color brown?

Why did you choose this android? 

I loved his eyes, actually. Since he's a robot, I could imagine them being little copper disks. They'd give him a cute shine in his face. They matched the decorations on his coat, and he looked as if he was an important android, but suddenly became more easygoing. It made me also think that such metallic eyes would be excellent at hiding true intentions.  I then noticed his long hair, and thought, "Cool! Now, why would he have long hair of he was fighting, despite his combat ready outfit?" Then I realised, " Maybe he USED to fight, but not any more..." And that's how I tie in the lightning strike. He's missing a few bolts from that lightening strike, so that's why he's reduced to selling parts now! But if he was such a valuable combat 'droid, why would such a thing happen? Maybe, his master was overbearing and put too much of a workload on him, or he was totally negligent. If he was overbearing, he could be a nit picky aristocrat from Lentia. He could have had his own feelings of guilt by destroying an expensive droid, or one sentimental to him. He could have loved the droid for having been custom made for him, (the aristocrat.) and used it willy nilly. Maybe he was valuable in his field, and his missions were really tough! He was a weapon equipped spy, then! His services and accuracy were needed, but his master assumed that because of his skill, he must have been so well programmed that he could just keep going. He slowed down in a lightening storm (that his owner was actually forced to put him through.) and was struck by lightning. The boss found out what happened through his locator, and felt horrible, so he decided the best way to get over it was to put the droid out of his sight. He was picked up by some Veheper traders, who were going to use him as scrap metal. He awoke to find himself robbed of all his weapons, and practically with a different mindset. So, let me think. If he had a different mindset from before, and he lost a bit of his parts, he doesn't have his weapons and feels a bit empty for not being able to fulfill his purpose and please his master (though he doesn't know that the master doesn't want him anymore. Being rich, he'll get another just as easily.) haha, you can see this really got my thoughts going, eh?That's what I like about this fella. He's got that versatility about him that I can bounce so many ideas around.  Sorry for the rambling, but this is actually how I drafted it out. I wrote it here. So, why was he out that night, when he was struck by lightning, and why was he found where he was? Hmm, well the aristocrat was a bit immature, in the sense that he was a man embittered by the race to the top. He very demanding of his androids, and 

Will you help me if I need help on the comic? Absolutely! Anything you need. I've been trying to storyboard my own comics for a bit, but I'll most certainly set aside some of that to help you out here. ^^ Besides, I love this idea, and it reminds me of this robot thing a friend of mine and I used to play. This would actually be a great group to start, you know? We could all work together and develop this.  Also, I've done a lot in the past, although it's not posted, studying how to make an effective panel placement, along with what backgrounds and action sequences would be best, so I'd love to help storyboard! Anything you need, I can pretty much get done.

(You have no idea how many revisions I took on this, especially his type... I was also going to name him Sander Telmo originally, but I changed it after much debate. I also apologize for any strange looking sentences, I cordially invite autocorrect to go to he'll.). 

...

Yes, it actually did that.

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CompassRoses [2013-08-16 03:16:38 +0000 UTC]

Just so you know, I'm going to be away all of tomorrow until late, so I cannot post my bio until then.

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Kaine69 [2013-08-15 14:50:07 +0000 UTC]

#4
Name: Hatsu
model/make AI028
type: personal, normal standard issued android. (can be upgraded to be better)
Backstory:
“I don't want him anymore! He’s useless and broken!” The young boy yelled at the top of his lungs before craning back his arm his hand held a rather large book, chucking it at the un-expecting young boy with flawless skin, hair and eyes. The hit was a connect right in the face shattering the flawless face as the sound of broken class hit the floor.
“Haku! Your out of hand! Look what you’ve done! I thought you said you would take care of Hatsu and watch over him if I bought him for you!” The father was straining himself not to use any type of force to harm either of the two as he knelt down helping the disfigured figure before him as the still somewhat clueless being held their eye as if it had hurt them, slowly removing their hand from their hand from their eye to reveal an empty eye socket though blinking away pieces of green glass that had at one time been his eye. He innocently looked up at the father though unsure of what had happened he asked why it hurt so much causing the father’s heartstrings to pull. He reminded him to much of his son and he needed to go.
“Your right Haku, I’ll take him first thing just….Just unwind watch your cartoons and I’ll be back” He beamed one of the most fakest of smiles but his son in law always bought it. It didn’t matter what the father had wanted in the end he was a people please through an through and Hatsu was not cutting it for the boy so what else could he do?
“It hurts….I feel this pain…papa I don't understand….” His voice was sincere and filled with innocence as the father drug him down the hall by the wrist, before the young android knew it he was in the car heading down the driveway. He knew this driveway, it lead to home and away from home. He blinked unfazed by his damaged face, suddenly smiling like usual the car drives made him happy….Just like his son. “Where are we going? Somewhere fun right Papa?” He beamed his innocent smile and now his broken face at his father figure more less a care taker.
Looking over, the father’s heart became sore with the feeling he was losing his son once again like he’d before…this time it was not his son but a mere android. To humans  Hatsu was considered an AI artificial intelligence, something that was not alive nor dead but could comprehend the world around him, he was manmade and in that respect was the father’s responsibility. His lips parted, the age around his eyes had stories to tell bitter endings and beginnings that he himself woundnt share with anyone. “Hatsu I’m going to have you stay with my brother, he’s a mechanic and he can help you get better…maybe even upgrade your software that way you can get better, how does that sound?” He tried with all his heart to sound convincing but his voice wavered. The young android looked up blinking with one eye almost like he couldn’t understand but his father’s voice tipped him off. “Papa…why do you lie..I’ll get better I promise, I’ll grow up and become smarter, faster and stronger. I’ll be independent so you don't have to worry over me…I’m okay” His voice was small but it never changed his dad’s opinion, the drive was long and silent while the father drove the android boy folded paper cranes with the newspaper that had been sitting on the car floor for days.
Finally breaking the silent with a heavy burdened sigh the father came to a slow as he pulled into a narrow driveway hidden by trees similar to Hatsu’s home but more…empty. “How long do I have to stay here….did I do something wrong?....I don't understand…” that same look the boy gave the father is what sold in at the beginning and enticed him to buy the android, he didn’t care if his son in law wanted him that was an excuse to get him. It was the fact that the summer before his son Jack died on a rafting trip he fell out of the boat and though his uncle, the fathers brother jumped in after him the boy got sucked into an undertow knocking the air right out of his small lungs. The two brothers have a hard time holding long conversations as they both blame themselves for not being able to save Jack…and now of all things he had the android Hatsu a bit rusty with his software updates but every small tweak this young droid made resembled Jack, even down to his sniffle squeak he did after learning how to sneeze. The father didn’t want to let go of Hatsu, but he was afraid that the newer software that companies  put out, would affect Hatsu and his innocence per-say.  Those old leathery looking lips parted again. “You did nothing wrong Hatsu…honestly son—“ His body froze in his seat for a split second before yanking the seatbelt free and nearly throwing the car door open instantly greeted by his twin brother who looked identical in every way shape and form the loss of Jack had an equal toll on the other brother.
The two spoke quietly with a few glances back at Hatsu and then them both rubbing the bridges of their noses, a habit Hatsu noted when his papa had been too stressed out. Hatsu left his cute little paper cranes in his seat as he opened the door unbuckling his tiny little frame from the seat and jumps out walking over realizing they stop the moment he is in range of hearing. With sadden smiles they both walk over kneeling down smiling papa speaking first. “Hatsu, your uncle wants to fix your eye and get you working again, that's going to take a few days but I promise I’ll be back to pick you up and you and I, we’ll go far away from here okay?” His voice wavered again, he was lying and Hatsu knew it. “nooo, I don't want you to go..” His eye became sore and glossy almost like he’d started to cry watching his father stand abruptly and turn on his heels to leave without words or even a goodbye, he was crying that's for sure but he couldn’t bare to look at Hatsu any longer. With that said he was looking back and putting the car in reverse before the two could comprehend this even upset the twin brother who walked after the car a bit. “you cant just do this to him! What if it were Jack!” His voice strained with pain as he tried to chase down the car, his voice tipping off the worst fears in Hatsu’s thoughts causing him to run after his papa. “I’m sorry papa! I’ll get smarter! I’ll eat my veggies! I wont space off anymore! Please don't leave me, don't go!” Hatsu’s voice was more human that a kid his age could be, his eye glossy while the other shot sparks from its socket a reaction from his tear ducts malfunctioning. The two stood hoplessly at the end of the road before Hatsu fell to his knees scraping himself up crying for his dad. What will become of Hatsu? How will his uncle help hand him being in his life as a constant reminder  of his mistake? How will Hatsu’s father live with himself by abandoning the hopeless android?

Sorry for the massive entry i was writing and my brain just orgasmed words so Im sorry! >n< 

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Advocatus-Daemonis [2013-08-13 10:07:12 +0000 UTC]

You know who I am, dude.. Anyways, since it'll be proper; I'll make a formal note here for the android.

Number: 5

Name: Francois Mont' Blanc

Type (and number): FXe-01

Background: Born/made in a high-class laboratory, Francois was the pride and joy of his master, Professor Mont' Blanc. The professor's son was murdered a few years back and due to his death, the professor then inspired to make an android that mirrors his son's image, and thus treated him dearly like a son. 

Locked up in his manor, Francois was tasked with many things, such as laboratory assistant but mainly trained in combat due to the professor's ongoing paranoia. His knowledge of both human and android anatomy has made him very skilled in assassinations and the usage of weapons.

The professor's paranoia came from the death of his son, and that one day, according to him, someone will come after him and finish the job.

So, Francois was never released from his cage, making him very curious about the outside world. The little things he knew came about the outside world came from books, images, and the only window that isn't boarded by the paranoid professor, which was in his "bedroom". (Or the professor's late son.)

The professor has also gave him a special necklace which serves as a universal key that can de-activate any android if stuck into the power socket, just in case, he says.

Then, one of the professor's experimental robot (main character) escaped from the laboratory, thus causing him to send Francois on a mission to eliminate the android. Rip him to pieces, if he must.

Why did you choose this android?... Because I can.

Will you help me if I need help on the comic? .. I got time.

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CompassRoses [2013-08-13 01:35:41 +0000 UTC]

By the way, when will you decide? (Not be nosy, I just don't want to start going all out on his bio to find that you've already decided.)

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