Byond ID: Drkln
Marine Name (so we know who you are; if you play alien mostly, state that here): Hawke 'Hotwheels' Blokkum
Name/Designation of the Synth Character you’re requesting to use (Follows common naming rules, and requires a first name with no last name): Hawkesworth
Examples of acceptable names: James, Mason, Xavier, Felix, Otto, Allan, Jessica
Examples of unacceptable names: Obama, Jesus, King, Dragon, Godly, Snyper, Circuits
Are you familiar with the Synthetic Programming and Guidelines (viewtopic.php?f=57&t=14417)? Yes
Synthetic Character Story (An ADEQUATE description and story of your Synthetics actions and involvement in a previous mission onboard the Almayer):
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"Weyland-Yutani Fruit Beer, the lawsuit changed nothing!" the vending machine beeped in the dark office. Carl Weyland sat in his plush recliner while sweat was pouring from his brow. The recent fruit beer scandal that killed trillions on colonies across the galaxy was now bankrupting the company. "Mr. Weyland, Thomson from robotics is here to see you" his asssitant relayed through an intercom. "Send him up", ordered Weyland. Weyland used a meaty finger to poke a button and open up the shutters. "Thomson, I hope you're coming into my office to tell me the last synthetic for the USCM is ready. Our lease on this building is up next month and we don't have the funds to renew it". "I am quite aware of our lack of funding and resources now sir. We did everything we could to get this last synthetic ready sir, but we simply ran out of parts. However, we made the most of it and it is functional enough" squeaked Thomson. "Ran out of parts, but still functional? How in the hell is that possible?" barked Weyland. "Well sir his CPU is functioning properly with a few hiccups here and there. There was a shipment for his lower limbs but it was lost by USPS, so we decided to place him in a wheelchair. Every other piece of his body has been jerry-rigged with parts from various vending machines in this office, and when we ran out of vending machines I had my team sneak onto the other floors at night and steal more." Weyland wore a concerned look on his face, his bushy white eyebrows, beard and red velvet suit gave him the look of Santa Claus, and Santa was ready to put some coal in Thomson's stocking. "Are you alright sir?", questioned Thomson. Weyland shifted his mass out of his chair and screamed "How can I be alright Thomson! I have a deadline to send the last synthetic to the marine corps and you say you have built one out of spare parts from vending machines in the office? Good God man, when my family finds out about this failure I will be a laughing stock!" Weyland sat back down in a huff and put his delectable meaty palm on his forehead. "I can't deal with this anymore... Just send in the synthetic...".
"Hawkesworth, you may enter now" said Thomson gently. A faint squeaking could be heard in the distance as Hawkesworth was making his way to the office. "Sweet Jesus!" gasped Weyland as the synthetic rolled in on his grand entrance. His body was a misshapen hodgepodge of parts foraged from various vending machines. Synthflesh not covering his entire body properly, you could see a brand name or twenty poking out from his upper extremities. The most popular part repurposed for him appeared to be from the various souto machines throughout the building. His torso seemed to plug into a wheelchair with two power cells attached to the base. "Hawkesworth, what is your prime directive?" questioned Weyland. "M-m-my p-prime directive is to E-Eat an E.A.T." he stuttered as sparks flew out of his robotic cerebellum. "A simple fix, someone must've fused a circuitboard from the E.A.T machine to his CPUnit" assured Thomson. "I'll have it fixed before it is sent down to the USCM." Weyland cried out, "I'm done for, this is how my legacy will be remembered from this… Failure!" In the blink of an eye Hawkesworth shifted his attention from Thomson and violently swiveled his head 45 degrees to face Mr. Weyland. "Perhaps s-s-sir would enjoy a c-cherry souto?" The synthetics arm popped open and a stored can of souto shifted into his hand, his brain overheating from the trigonometric calculations and physics being processed to land one ice cold cherry souto right on his desk. Weyland and Thomson both began to sweat a little bit as the room heated up about five degrees celsius from the synthetics intense processing. Just as Thomson was reaching for Hawkesworth's emergency shutoff switch his calculations were true and his arm swung in a trebuchet like motion, both men in awe as the perfectly spinning can landed right onto a cup holder on Mr. Weyland’s desk.
"Fuck it, ship him off the USCM I don't care anymore" moped Weyland. "Perhaps it is my failure, my mismanagement of our limited funding that led to this poor being's creation." Thomson ambulated towards the synthetic and whispered into his ear made of repurposed vending machine parts, "Hawkesworth, it is time to go now." Thomson flicked the switch and Hawkesworth went into standby mode. Weyland had noticed the two power cells on the bottom of Hawkesworth's chair were at one hundred percent charge a few minutes earlier and now it was sitting at thirty percent. "You better fix that shit Thomson, I swear to God if someone on whatever ship he is assigned to wants a cold souto and he has a thermonuclear meltdown accomplishing that task I will personally make sure your pension is eliminated." Thomson quickly wheeled his synthetic affront to God out of the hallway and into the shipping department. The U.S.S Almayer was expecting this Synthetic by the end of the week and the company was too poor now to pay for next day shipping. Thomson needed to get Hawkesworth out today, using USPS ground with an expected delivery date of up to five business days. Thomson barked at one of the men in the shipping department "You there! Give me your knife!" The handsome young man working the shipping department unsheathed his box cutter in one fluid motion not even glancing at his holster and casually tossed it to Thomson, the knife landing right in his hand. Thomson wasted no time and unplugged the synthetic from his powerchair. There seemed to be some wires still connecting him to the chair but he had to put it into two separate smaller shipments, it was cheaper that way and that's how the company operated. Thomson quickly severed the connections on Hawkesworth with the box cutter and packed him up into two separate containers, a nicely written note left in one which said some assembly required.
Roughly five business days later, the shipment arrived at the Almayer before it was ready to take off. "This isn't like Weyland-Yutani to send us a synthetic so last minute, and in two shipments? Did we get a two for one?" the commander pondered aloud. "Send it down to engineering and have them get it up and running". After the Almayer launched and was deep into space headed to the planet LV-420 to investigate a colony disturbance, the engineers began unwrapping their new synthetic. "I've never seen a synthetic like this before!" said one engineer, "Holy Jesus" screamed another. They wasted no time assembling him as they were short staffed on the ship and the medical bay would dearly be in need of a synthetic when they landed on the planet. After the last connector was attached and the power button pushed, Hawkesworth emerged from his standby slumber, "Would a-a-any of you m-men care for a s-souto?" he questioned. As the lower engineering department began to swelter from his CPUnit overheating they knew this was going to be a problem.
I intend to play my synth as a support role, supporting anyone in the Almayer who needs it. My quirk will be that I have a slight stutter from some poorly fused wires, and occasionally spout out vending machine quote such as eat an E.A.T! I will also need to be assembled by either the CE or some MT's and the power cores in my chair will need to be switched out occasionally.
How familiar are you with support roles? (ie; Medical, MT, Science, SO) Very familiar.
Why should we whitelist you?
I enjoy both roleplaying and support roles. With Hawkesworth as a synthetic, those serving aboard the Almayer would have a very unique experience each time.
Have you been banned from CM in the last month for any reason (we will check, and lies may result in immediate denial)? Yes
Are you currently banned from any other servers and if so, why? No
Do you understand that any player - donor or otherwise - can have their whitelist status revoked should they break our rules or the Synthetic Programming Guideline? Yes
