RobotoHQ
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
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| Protect and serve, citizen. | |
| RobotoHQ | |
| Player: @RobotoHQ | |
| Origin: | Technology |
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| Archetype: | Blaster |
| Security Level: | 15 |
| Personal Data | |
| Real Name: | Unknown |
| Known Aliases: | Roboto |
| Species: | Human (cyborg) |
| Age: | Unknown |
| Height: | 6'2 |
| Weight: | 260 lb (including armor) |
| Eye Color: | Unknown |
| Hair Color: | None |
| Biographical Data | |
| Nationality: | American |
| Occupation: | Philanthropist |
| Place of Birth: | Unknown |
| Base of Operations: | Paragon City, Rhode Island |
| Marital Status: | Unknown |
| Known Relatives: | Unknown |
| Known Powers | |
| Grasp of energy contained in suit | |
| Known Abilities | |
| Flight | |
| Equipment | |
| The Headquarters Combat Armor | |
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RobotoHQ was the very first character I ever made. I designed him with assistance from my brother, who had played for a little longer than me. He was made in October 2004 on the Liberty server, but transferred to Virtue on February 29, 2012 (yay, leap year!) He originally had no background, although I still go by his global.
Powers
Trapped inside the Headquarters Combat Armor, Roboto is outfitted with an astounding array of powers. Inside his suit lies several small canisters of pure plasma, allowing Roboto to incapacitate or even vaporize foes in high volumes. He has to change the canisters regularly: they become extremely fervent and can start spewing potentially toxic gases out of the suit. If the suit is not properly maintained, he could horrifyingly burn to death.
While he does use a strong steel, it is not impervium; impervium is heavy and difficult to maintain (not to mention expensive). Therefore, he uses an unidentified bullet-resistant steel that allows for relative damage control. He is rarely defeated by conventional means; doing so would mean you'd need to hit the back of his neck: a somewhat unprotected piece of mail that allows him to turn and bob his head.
A History of Violence
Darkness.
That's something the man... no, the machine... we now know as RobotoHQ saw for days. He was kidnapped, abducted, waiting desperately to be released from the strange prison he'd been concealed within.
Strapped by leather, Roboto was stuck to the wall. He couldn't see a damn thing, but it smelled very heavily of oil. He'd taken several minutes to unfasten the belts. Weight belts, perhaps? No, they were too thin. He was frantic, though, and eventually unfastened the impervious buckles.
It was like a trap out of "SAW," terrifying in every way, and you'd have no idea what to expect next.
He walked a few steps forward, stepping in a strange substance. He wasn't sure in the slightest what it may have been at the time: the experience shook him and confused him.
He'd continued walking forward despite stepping in the liquid, but then suddenly had slammed something with his head.
It'd fallen from the ceiling when he bumped it and shattered on the ground beneath him. Roboto, terrified, tripped forward as the ground behind him ignited. It'd been oil, for sure.
Staring at the flames that'd combusted so suddenly and illuminated the abysmal room, he eventually came to his senses about the experience. He turned around to see the flimsy wooden door. This was the prison he was contained in? Pathetic.
He bust the door down with his body weight only to find two men and a woman waiting eagerly for him outside.
"Ah, you're quick on your feet," beckoned the white-haired man on the right. They were sitting in luxurious chairs, dressed in a very odd fashion. The woman sat in the middle between a white, long-haired man and a teal-haired, dreadlocked short man with an eyeglass over a single eye.
Roboto, in confusion, refused to speak.
