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muse name/job: christopher bang chan / stray kids
muse d.o.b / age: october 3 1997 / 26
password: pink saber. inactivity is 14 days. ic drama must be plotted/agreed to.
in character
full name: CB97
age: unknown
species or android: android
android type: TC6400
allegiance: neutral
occupation: freelance mercenary
bio: When CB97 awoke in the underbelly of Canturi, he had no recollection of how he'd gotten there. He had been cast away with the garbage, his memory bank wiped and his body badly damaged. His cybernetic leg had been disconnected at the hip, likely stripped by bold scrappers who'd found him while he was in hibernation mode. He was lucky that was all they seemed inclined to dismember him for... Or all they had time to. As he got his bearings and struggled to turn his head to look around, he felt a stiffness in his neck that wasn't from a lack of motion. It was a pressure at his nape, one that he'd come to associate with the invasive feeling of being plugged in whenever his software required an update. Startling into awareness, the android pushed himself up and reached back to pull the cables free, but a gentle voice gave him pause.
"Woah there." A scruffy, elderly man came into view and tried to soothe him, holding up his wrinkled hand placatingly. "So you /are/ alive in there. I wasn't sure if you'd start back up. You've taken quite a beating... Now, for the sake of not causing any further insult, I can go through the proper steps of disconnecting you or... you can let me finish my analysis so we can figure out the extent of the damage, hm?"
That was how CB's new life began. The one the old man had given to him. Still, a part of him could never move on from the missing pieces in his memory. Why had he ended up down there? Who had thrown him away... and would they come back to finish the job?
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