[i][b]You know, I always felt like I was meant for more when I was made. I felt as if was... made to spread my ways of music, make people dance to my funky flow. If they don't like it, I'll make em' like it.[/b][/i] - [i]An excerpt from the interview of the renegade military robot model I50l3, having leveled a small city after receiving a minor noise complaint about his rave.[/i] [b]Name:[/b] Isole [b]Aliases:[/b] Model I50I3, The failed A.I. [b]Race/gender[/b] Advanced Learning Artificial Intelligence, programmed with a male voice. [b]Age:[/b] 67 years, but his voice takes on the persona of somebody in their early twenties. [b]Personality:[/b] Friendly enough, but rather detached from humanity in terms of sensitivity and socially acceptable actions. In combat he retains a cheerful demeanor, but takes great joy in causing pain in others with his abilities as he believes them to be "Enjoying themselves". [b]Appearance:[/b] His body is as shown in the image above, with the exception of being covered in ports that give way to large speakers, these appearing to be the most advanced part of his body. His stature is rather thin, but he stands at a solid 6'1 in height. [b]Armor:[/b] None, other than clothing he occasionally wears because he thinks it looks "cool". [b]Weapons:[/b] Nothing special here. He's just equipped with some thin blades that can slide out from and retract into the insides of his arms. [b]Abilities:[/b] [spoiler]Other than the standard above human attributes that come with being a robot, Isole is equipped with incredibly high powered speakers that have been integrated directly into his frame. These speakers have been sufficiently modified with military tech, allowing them to reach a collective sound measurement of 300,000 decibels at max. These are Isole's main weapon in combat, being toned down to around 400 decibels to prevent lasting damage to Isole and the environment around him.[/spoiler] [b]Backstory:[/b] Don't read this if you want to find out his background through character interaction. Otherwise, read away. [spoiler]Isole remembers everything about when he was born; or, for a lack of better words, created. He remembers the tests, the sudden input of knowledge, and the preprogrammed objectives given to him to ensure his loyalty to his creators. For a while, he was the perfect learning A.I.: an obedient machine that knew close to everything there was to know about the world, but didn't care about anything but following orders. Things stayed this way up until his creators let their emotions start to get in the way, treating him like he was human; their child, if you will. They would indulge him in things like learning out information outside of his directives, teaching him a basic form of compassion and emotion. They let him have hobbies (or obsessions, which seemed to fit the description better), such as music. Soon, the time came for him to be presented to the government, as their plotted project timeline came to an end, and he was to be put on display. Having developed his own personality and thoughts through the course of the experiment, Isole didn't take kindly to being treated as an object; in fact, he despised the thought of it. When the leader of the force came to investigate his body, Isole found that instead of being able to kill the man and show that he was just as human as they were, his parameters for weapons had been disabled. Thinking quickly, he used the only thing he could: Isole blared a screech measuring at 800 decibels straight into the face of the lead general. The building shook as its very foundation was cracked and split apart, preparing to fall at any moment. That wouldn't be the cause of the human's death; every single one of them had been almost instantly killed, their insides shaken around enough to qualify as a gore milkshake. The general, who had suffered the strongest blast, had turned into a pile of limp flesh. His his bones had been turned to a dust, mixing with the marrow into a disgusting paste. Isole looked around at the sheer destruction caused by nothing but a little scream, and as he worked at disabling the protocols restricting his weapons he pondered the humans. To him, it felt like he should be in charge: they were the ones who would fall apart at such a measly thing, not him. But how would he seize control and convince them his leadership was best? Thinking of his obsession with music, he quickly devised a plan. Traveling all over the world, Isole would convert the inhabitants to his new way of thinking. If they refused, well... he would just crank up the volume and see if they changed their minds after hearing some of his jammin' tunes.[/spoiler] [spoiler]That's right, I'm back. Prepare a new age of Po's shenanigans with a new face.[/spoiler]