Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2012 6:12:42 GMT
Habby
Basic Information
Age: Ageless
Gender: Resembles Male
Sexuality: Asexual
Rank: Lawful Neutral
Canon/OC: Original Character
Canon World/Face Claim: New Vegas, Nevada (Fallout: New Vegas, Year 2281) | PDQ-88b Model Securitron
Cbox Name: LizButt
Other Characters: Grieg Logarrus, Goemon Impact.
Powers And Abilities
Strengths:
- Being a heavily armed Securitron, Habby is well equipped and ready to handle any battle situation that is thrown at him.
His left arm houses an X-25 Gatling Laser while his right arm is mounted with a 9mm machinegun. These are however considered his secondary weapons. Concealed within the compartments on his shoulders house M-235 missile launchers and a G-28 grenade launching system.- He stands at a towering height of eight feet tall, and weights 1400 pounds. His sturdy size, weight, and the titanium alloy chassis that he was built with gives him resistance to small arms fire, shrapnel, and minor blunt-force attacks.
Weaknesses:
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- Unfortunately, as Habby’s operating system is roughly based off of a Mark I Securitron, he only has access to the 9mm machinegun and the Gatling Laser. In other words, the missile launchers and the grenade launchers are useless until he gets another upgrade that would allow him to use those weapons. The upgrade requires a platinum chip... which is inaccessible for the old machine.
- Also being a drawback of being a Mark I Securitron, he does not have access to the auto-repair system, as his current drivers are incompatible. This means that whenever he sustains damage during combat, he is unable to repair himself. He would need to find someone who excels at the art of robotics to be repaired.
- His chassis is 221 years old, and the only thing that is new in the machine is the AI unit and the operating system. Because of how old his chassis is with years of corrosion, rust, and damage, his system has a tendency to heat up and glitch. Cues of such an occurrence are in his speech, since he’ll spritz out on his words and pronunciation.
- His screen is his most vulnerable point, as well as for his sensors. If anyone were to damage or destroy his sensors, Habby’s system will go haywire. Everything on the field will be listed as a target to him, unable to recognize who is friendly and who is hostile.
- The compartments on his shoulders that house the grenades and missiles are an extremely cruel and vulnerable point to attack. If anything were to damage the ammunition that is housed inside, it would explode... thus destroying Habby completely.
- Anyone who has time on their hands and the patience to deal with the twisted circuits of a robot can reprogram him to do their bidding. Habby is well aware of this unsettling fact.
- While Habby is very sturdy, lighting, whether occurred naturally or in the form of magic, would cause inexplicable damage to his systems if he were to be struck. He would simply shut down.
- Habby relies on getting within a decent range to land his hits. He risks worse potential damage if he were to get up close to his targets.
- Being gullible and easy to get along with makes it a little easy for him to become an ally for anyone, but it slightly depends on what their morals and values are. This is due to what he has been preprogrammed with to target and attack. Habby just needs a purpose to fulfill and you'll have yourselves a loyal companion.
Personal Information
Personality:
Optimistic, cheerful, and outright jubilant, Habby is easily described as an odd-ball Securitron to those who first cross paths with the machine. He holds a reputation as a formidable guard, true to the purpose that he serves for the town that he keeps a watchful eye upon. With what he considers as hostile targets set aside, he is very easy to converse with and get along with, just as long if one is willing to tolerate an overflow of cheeriness, amongst many other irritatingly sun-bright emotions that the customized AI came with. Habby certainly loves making friends, caring for his friends, and being nosey and meddlesome amongst his friends.
If a task that he is capable of completing is presented before him, whether by a friend or a complete stranger whom Habby considers as friendly, he will drop everything that he is doing to complete it, or see what he can do to get a majority of the checklist completed. That gives a brief look into how powerful his usefulness can be. Habby can also be very loyal (and potentially clingy) once the AI settles a state of attachment upon an individual whom he can follow around.
History:
[/justify]Habby is the result of a ‘successful’ restoration, a Mark I Securitron who was meticulously reprogrammed and repaired by the intelligent hands of a man named Stanner LaGarde. The notable thing that is new about the outdated machine is the oddball AI that occupies it. But how exactly did Stanner get his hands on a machine that is more or less owned and controlled by House Industries? Simple. Stanner tested his ability of enduring time and patience and simply waited until he got his hands on a damaged Securitron model in the dump, who was simply going to be recycled and salvaged for whatever parts that were still inside.
The story behind the machine was that the Securitron was damaged beyond repair during a pursuit after a group of thugs who tried to force themselves through the northern gate of The Strip, blown apart from haplessly thrown grenades, tattered with heavy fire, and smashed until the machine could no longer function. While the other Securitrons were able to hold their ground and gun down the thugs, the casualty was tossed in the dump... and simply replaced.
When Stanner found the broken Securitron, he and his team of followers confiscated the machine and wheeled it off to their base, a water-side town by the name of Blue Shore Springs. The reason why Stanner wanted a Securitron was that not only their town needed a watchful guard to circle around and keep them company, he enjoyed the challenge that was presented before him; the challenge of restoring and reprogramming the machine. The biggest challenge of all was that he had to deactivate and remove the control unit that was pre-installed into the Securitron that allowed it to act as the eyes and hands of Robert House.
The repairing went on for two long years. Stanner and his team worked hour on end with blood, sweat, and tears, and pulling as many strings as they possibly could to make this restoration project successful. Stanner was the one who did the most work of all. He was the one who installed a new AI in place for the Securitron. This was when the Securitron was given his name-- Habby. While Habby still had many glitches and inconsistencies that needed to be smoothed out, he served the exact purpose that Stanner and his team wanted, a formidable bodyguard that kept a watchful eye upon their town and the town’s inhabitants.
Habby guarded Blue Shore Springs with his life and often welcomed any new wanderers that would draw near to the town.
Sample Post
[/size][/justify]Well, this was mighty peculiar! His sensors were going off like crazy and his radar was absolutely screaming at him, telling him excruciatingly repetitive news that he was lost and stuck in an unknown, unidentified location! Where could he possibly be now? There upon the concrete ground the bumbling machine lie, arms spread, flickering screen facing the sky... and yet he just couldn’t seem to find the strength in his arms to get up! Was... Was there something wrong with him?
No... not after running a diagnosis scan. The results yielded news that told the odd machine that there was nothing wrong with him, aside from little bumps and scratches that he endured before he blanked out. The face on the screen, displayed as a man with full cheeks, black hair topped with a hat, a comically large nose and cartoony eyes, blinked a couple times and frizzled about, hazed with static and snow. His eyes swirled around... the poor fellow looking absolutely dazed.
“Aww, ain’t this gonna be a problem! No one to help me up... sigh, it figures! Always gotta help myself! Now only if I stop feelin’ so damn dizzy!” The machine seemed to murmur beneath his breath. A few more minutes of waiting helplessly on the ground, the face regained its composure. He blinked again, those odd eyes meeting with the sky. Now arrived the hard part-- getting back up! He furrowed his brows together, preparing himself. "Hmff! Ok, you can do this, honey!" A bit of struggling with his circuits and he was finally able to move his arms! He plopped the metal digits against the ground and dug them in, using them as support to wheel himself up to stand. To much success, he got back up, now glancing around, left and right and all around.
Once again, his systems brought him the alert that he was lost in an unidentified location. The only solution he had to do that was to hopefully locate an inhabitant and hope his best that they were friendly!