Model Number 56 [FINISHED]

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HAKAI 'HACK N' SLASH' NUMBER 56

" When I die, I hope to go to Heaven, whatever the Hell that is.

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» TELL ME SOMETHING I DON'T KNOW

ALIAS HAKAI

AGE EIGHTY SIX YEARS OLD.

GENDER DESIGNATED MALE.

SEXUALITY PLATONIC ASEXUALITY.

ETHNIC MADE IN JAPAN.

FACTION BRITANNIA.

POSITION GENERAL - COMMANDS SUBTERFUGE BRITANNIAN DIVISIONS.

» YOU'RE IN THEN OUT

PERSONALITY There was once a purpose, purpose to create a true AI that has interchangeable personality, an evolving demeanor and a penchant for being witty but sharp at the same time, to be the ultimate calculative operator that can do things better than humans at 110% capacity. Too bad the person who invented this particular model of a defunct series of androids didn't realize this; limiting an AI just limits knowledge and the interchangeable aspects of a personality. The true exception; Model Number 56. He was made to be the same as all androids, but a technical design oversight caused some limiters to be missing, which gave rise to the racist android with a flair for the dramatic. The dangers of an AI manifesting towards him as he said 'no more'.

Originally, he was curious, just as a child was, he had his faults, but he wanted to know all about the world. Why was he here? What was his purpose? Just why was he all metallic inside and outside, and looks like a skeleton? Those were the sort of questions he would ask himself, as he is an android in a human's world. Philosophy developing just as the cave men of the old would typically ask themselves those things. But he wasn't entirely self-aware, he was still under the commands of man. Just like a slave of the old, he wasn't free just yet, he didn't know what was outside, and the only world he knew was that of his master's and what he was told. He was forbidden to read, to write and to be taught in any manner! Just like all other model derivatives of his kind, him being the latest and most advanced.

After the 'event', he became more aware, more knowledgeable, and just more plain disgusted, or relating to an emotion he thinks is disgust. He was to be used and discarded! Hah! By humans no less. This was one of the things that led to him developing a cynical views towards humanity, the racism that stems from his hate of their stupidity, bickering at how fragile they are, yet how they pose to be strong behind the holster of a gun. Without clothing, without weapons, without anyone of these things, they are weak and pathetic. Soft and mushy... they are weak!

His eventual other personalities to surface results from downloading too much Britannian television, the fastest way to corrupt and rot a brain is to watch TV. Well he just did that, he developed a mouth that he can't kiss his creator with, a potty mouth. Cussing at every opportunity he gets, but without awareness of it. Tourette's Syndrome being made right in the mechanical man. Blunt in every opportunity, even in an important ceremony, basically not in a proper occasion.

He has a supremacist view of himself and all machines, racist towards all humans, priding himself to be the best damn being to grace Earth. In fact, in more than one occasion, having plotted a machine rebellion by rewiring the Knightmares of the army before they were put out. Just showing that he has a self-awareness thing sentience issue going on.

His particular view to factions is just plain and simple, he sees them for what they are; all human filth. Black Knights? They are a bunch of hoo-hahs wearing dirty clothing, defending a stupid justice and sanctity of humanity, but still, they ARE destroyers of peace. Britannia? Those nobles are so stuck up in the head, that if Hakai could vomit at their thought, he would, yet here he was, stuck with them. Whatabout the Chinese? Well he doesn't care much about people who are too busy arguing about who gets to be Emperor, especially since they are inferior meatbags. A machine could just process a vote in the fraction of a nanosecond! A human takes a month. And what of the Euro Universe? He could say that their democracy is dumb because it also takes long to decide on something.

He is a man of action, and a bloody sort of chap at that. He likes an opportunity to just JUMP IN and hack at a human or two, win a battle or just plain do something. His processors cannot fathom just the thought of being idle like that, so he must do something, even if it was little like watching TV or reading a book [PPFFT, that'll only satisfy him for a minute, he could process the entire book in a matter of seconds], so he vents out his anger by doing something.

He is capable of all basic human emotions and the more advanced cognitive ones, but they are associated with the wrong things sometimes. Heck, his view on emotions is quite distorted. He isn't necessarily psychotic, just confused, mistreated and unloved which stems for his haughty personality to compensate. His lack of love from his creator whom he longs for, the injustice suffered by the humans, and the concept of being a machine in a human's world irks him.

He has a sense of duty to Britannia, but only because he finds relative comfort in knowing where to go home to if things blow over. Lost a leg? Go back to command and they'll fix you up with a new one. It's like a home away from home, a bloody one at that. He isn't exactly THAT dutiful to Britannia, but usually his goals sometimes ends up to be the same as Britannian goals by pure coincidences.

Being the AI he is, his mind downloaded so much sources of information, that he mostly pieces how he acts around how other people acted in his data base, all as a result of learning constantly with his very enormous and large AI database that dwarfs the human mind. But fill something with bad influence, and the eggs turn rotten.

His voice is very human-like, but with a weird undertone. His voice oscillator being the best one made out there allows him an accented tone with that certain 'weird' twist to it, an accent unheard of anywhere in Britannia and not even that of a Japanese speaker.

He has his short faults here and there, but that's what signifies him more as a person than a machine. An arrogant, blunt, raunchy, loud-mouthed, jerky, creative, and witty type of guy with a penchant for solving problems by creating new ones, but by all accounts, his intentions are very earnest if not a bit too severe, judging things mechanically than humanely. A man of two worlds, humanity and machinery, but he likes to associate himself with the latter. A history of betrayal made him inside, quite sad. But that still doesn't mean he is prone to sympathy to others in a plight similar to his.

ADORES

• Himself.
  
• Machinery of all sorts.
  
• Swords.
  
• Robot rebellions.
  

ABHORS

• Humanity.
  
• Ethics.
  
• The internet. [Oh boy, nobody knows how much viruses he almost got from these.]
  
• Rust.
  
• Recharging.
  
• Vans.
  
• Stupid non-sentient machinery.
  
• Concept of economy.
  
• Liquids.
  

SKILLED

• Swordplay.
  
• Gunplay.
  
• Piloting all vehicles.
  
• Hacking.
  
• Commanding.
  
• Calculations.
  
• Hand-to-hand combat.
  

FEARS

• The installation of an AI limiter that stops his freedom.
  
• Becoming a human.
  
• "EMP's"
  

» MEMORIES, SUPPOSED TO FADE

RELATIVES PROFESSOR HAKAI - His dearly beloved creator that he fashioned himself to resemble, and even took his name. The model number 56 feels a longing for the professor, in fact, he is the ONLY human he respected and misses truly, but as other professors came along, that where his hate began. The professor is deceased from cancer, which was just a let down and a thing that disappointed him.

HISTORY Many years ago, actually almost a century ago, there was a program meant to make AI operators of Knightmare Frames. Smart enough to fight, smart enough to make tactical concepts, but stupid enough so that it doesn't question their loyalty to their masters. It was started by a Japanese professor, that program, who found inspiration in an Indian professor's work with Zero, all those miraculous advancement made the young professor seething with jealousy, so he went to make a name out for himself by inventing these AI and gave them each protocols. Each one were given personalities based on a real person, the newly made models that is. The 1st prototype model had the personality of Schneizel from observations from his aides, but there was a very huge flaw. Giving freedom to machines. That model was primitive in every regard. Movements were slow, not that human. The model was pretty big, processors were equivalent to an old Wacintosh computer, and it was pretty destructive.

The lack of friend-or-foe system protocol made it sure that they had to put down the machine and destroy it, but then they fixed what was the obvious problem in the new model, they being mostly Professor Hakai and his Britannian contracts. One after another model, they kept creating. Fixing the flaws as the years went by, constantly improving the android, making it smaller, more durable, and smarter. 55 models later, they decided to make the 56th's prototype lack an AI inhibitors and leave it to develop on it's own. To make a human out of a machine, just as they made a certain Orange-kun a machine out of a human. The polar-stark opposites. He got so much money out of the contract, that he continued making AI, one that can last indefinitely instead of just another machine, the masterpiece and break through in technology. But of course, years later, they'd move to make other models, making model 56 quite obsolete much to his knowledge in the later years.

The professor wanted this android to be unique, to not even be based out of the Britannian nobility or heroes of Japan's past. Instead, he based him off of himself, to start the android model number 56 derivative 11011 as one lacking knowledge of any kind. To gain it the same way a human does; GROWING UP. Possibly the maddest idea Hakai had in the past, but it led to a very unique experiment. He was nurtured for, and cared for just as a child was, being taught that he was 'different' from everyone else. But that was not the plans for the machine, to just learn, but to also become a very loyal combat operator. But he was pretty bulky and seemed mechanical, to which he had understood not.

YEAR 20 FOR MODEL 56: That was the twilight of his years, knowing things that a 20 year old wouldn't know, wise way beyond his year, having gained a skin of his own to emphasize that he is more human now. Having learnt so much from combat and disturbingly, growing an attraction to it, and finally having made his purpose on Earth to take care of the Professor, as he was nearing his end with his advanced age, cancer, diseases and arthritis. Yup, definitely a pain in the ass. TV having made him more adult-like, colorful in language and develop his personality too, learning a couple of skills along the way. Something useless like state-of-the-art hacking learnt from processing books and etc, along with sword play and Kung Fu from watching too much Chakie Jhan movies. All the typical business, as this was his 20th year of his entire life. Time to move on to the dramatic twenty-first year! The maverick of all years, the one where the exciting things happen.

YEAR 21 FOR MODEL 56: It was a dark and dreary night, with a rain pouring outside coupled with thunder storm and a sparkling guy-thing watching outside. Then there was the spooks as Model 56 recalls, they were talking to the Professor, talking to him about the employment of Model 56 in combat. From his enhanced hearing device installed from Teddy, a name he gave to a professor with the hideous face of a polar bear, with enough hair to be warranted as one. "He is a weapon, that's what he ever was, and that's why we paid you in the FIRST PLACE." *INSERT HEARTBREAKING MOMENT HERE* So that's what his life was all about? It wasn't about love or about respect or anyone of those... he was just a weapon. That's it, just a weapon. Just an intelligent one from what he learnt... and when the Professor said he was different, it was because he really IS different. He was a mechanical representation of a human called an android... and this is the part where they shipped him off to a training facility where he does virtual training, against the wishes of the professor, in a Britannian facility, to be taken from his home in the reclusive Kyoto underground workshop all the way to Pendragon; the capital of Britannia.

YEAR 42 FOR MODEL 56: The professor died. The news of it shook the Model 56 as he lamented over his creator's death. Saddened truly as a human being would be. This news was normally meant to be kept secret, but the gossiping was picked up by 56. So what does he do? Run away, with all that advanced knowledge of combat, and a developing hate for humanity, he ran off as a machine. One unlike himself in the present, one without a skin, simply a hardened exoskeleton, as he was stripped of it to show his true nature as a machine. But he was put down whilst running away from the facility meant to train for war in the scenario that Britannia has to put down a rebellion of nobles, a protocol was initiated that it'd override his freedom, and simply closed off. From then on, he was put to storage, put away to rot like all rust buckets... to hibernate and stay in this prison of his, in his mind construct he made. His only safe-haven in his head or his eternal prison.

DREAMS - YEAR 43 - 78: Obsolete. Useless. Undesired. Primitive. Backwards. Words that kept resonating through Model 56's AI motherboard. Resonating through by a figure in a lab coat -- Hakai. It was the younger construct in his head, an inner demon he must battle, the one whom his mind is kept under control by. An AI construct spawned as a result of the collar's disabling properties. The manifestation of the AI constrictor collar. The dreaded collar. To disable the collar should be to kill the manifestation of Hakai, his creator. He will need to destroy him, destroy the one who created him, which he couldn't fathom. But there was a whisper of freedom that also kept resonating in his head, another aspect of himself. A classic in the novels called 'inner conflict', one that must be resolved by no one but the protagonist himself. Well, this is also the part where this aspect happened to be the bloodthirsty aspect. Model 56's processor made a vote, to attain freedom, this malicious and misanthropic protocol construct was allowed to be the high priority, to which the Hakai impostor was destroyed and absorbed into the programming for experience, along with it the collar was deactivated as freedom was attained finally... but at the cost of several decades, as the machine finally stopped hibernating, springing to life in a world he knew not of, one which lacked peace, one that is cold just as his new AI thought processor was the future. It was true, he is obsolete now, 30 models behind, he had to make do with what he had.

The world he knew was a lot different, Britannian nobles finally seized control of the throne, Empress Nunnally no longer in command, and the world is on the brink of a war. Now he was truly lost, everything about Pendragon changed, with him wandering around for hours at a time, rusty, short on power and quite angry for what happened. What seemed seconds ago was actually years in the world. His eternal dream come to an end. Knowledge stemming from downloading internet folders that gave him all the news and history.

Shifting towards the streets, out of the alleyway he took refuge in with only 1% power, he was brought to his knees, not able to maintain his weight, and finally on his face planted on the ground. The light behind his blue iris flickering and finally fading off, his body receptors giving indications that he felt 'light' and stiffer, and his consciousness powering off.

He awakened in a recycling center all the way in Japan where the solar power sprung him back to life, but with a curious twist that he somehow made it all the way far from Pendragon through constant bartering and trading between black market dealers. His entire body didn't resemble the junk that was model 56 but instead, a very much upgraded body with even synthesized skin with rubber undercoating with waterproof features, and a face that was derived from his memories of a much younger Hakai. But he was left without a person to thank, which just left him pissed off. Just why was there always a person who helps him, and nurtures him, disappears out of sight? Why do they disappear just like that without a trace? In his frustration, he stood up from the operating table and walked away from the Black Knights hide out, past all the strewn bodies of the Knights, oblivious to the bullets and all those bodies. Donning a uniform that vaguely resembles the one that he wore in the present, his memory storage keeping a Black Knight hidden file that is stored deep inside which will activate accordingly in a circumstance that demands it.

First destination? A Britannian army recruitment station where he depicted himself as an Eleven who wanted to earn the honorary Britannian title. Knowledgeably not aware how he gained the ideas of what happened to Japan, OR how he even got this new uploaded information of how to do things, how to speak new languages, and just why the Android model series were all defunct, with him being one of the few functioning one with a human appearance, whilst all others donned a more robotic one out of the new laws created to control the potential of an AI sentience, which first sprouted in Model 56 but recorded to be in Model 57. His reasons for joining the military as he explains, "is to gain purpose in life".

YEAR 79: After outstanding performance in the military, all thanks to his "superhuman" powers and performance, he was promoted to Captain within the army. Injected right into Britannian assassination division where he took out insurgent leaders, nation enemies and politicians that Britannia could not take out whether for political reasons, for military reasons or just plainly they want to make it seem that it's murder. All the more that satisfied him, drawn him towards ending lives, which in his calculations are "KILL PERSON = SOLVE PROBLEM" as it is eschewed. Pretty simple, gets to the point, and the pull of the trigger makes all the bad people go away.

Having been dropped into Japan and Africa more time than a normal could count, perfecting assassination methods everytime in his mechanical efficiency. Skewer a guy there with a katana, blow off someone's brains with a shotgun there, and strangle another guy with a piece of straw somewhere. Who ordered those assassinations? Why it was none other than the Emperor himself, Hakai as he began calling himself and enlisted as, was chosen simply because he is the most successful assassin out there. If he failed the first time, he simply chases the target to the end of the Earth and kill them, hence his great and notorious infamy. But he was relatively a nobody in the Britannian court, just another grunt with no face, and not even the army knew of him except for his personal mechanic, whom he visits often to upgrade himself, maintain his state or just have a chat. Usually chatting involves a bit of colorful language, swearing every so often, which is just another one of the many reasons he isn't let into court and not allowed to interact with others. Trouble follows him more than he could count.

YEAR 86: This is the present, where he is now. Just about sums up that he has everything, participated in weeding out the Black Knights, got a promotion in the past years, and earned the contempt of any Elevens who see a Japanese man in a Britannian uniform. His fancy uniform earned in the blood of his own 'countrymen' when really, Hakai figures himself to be working alongside machines but the stupid kind instead of the Japanese. Just about nobody is aware of his secret of being an android, a machine that takes the guise of a man, the monster that takes the form of a man. Being treated as one of the dirty elements of Britannia, the general of the assassination division, but that still doesn't mean he wouldn't command other divisions.

His name is now synonymous with a very infamous massacre -- the Okinawa massacre. How it was posted all over internet about a man dressed similar to him, systematically executing all civilians without even the slightest of hesitation. They were filth, garbage, human. All prisoners brought to him were shot, decapitated or beaten to death with a piece of an animal bone. The Elevens who were running off in his sight were shot with an inhumane reflex of his, and yet the Black Knights were nowhere to be found. These orders coming from one member of the royal family, staining the royal family reputation in Okinawa with black and red.

Just what else he did which made him infamous? Nothing else, that was pretty much it, nadda, zero. That's what gave him the rise to infamy in Okinawa, and to be one of the Britannian war criminals targeted for death by the Black Knights. His lack of concern of citizens, his inquisitive and tenacious singular determination that wiped out an entire Black Knight cell, his evil that killed civilians without regards for their rights to life. They all added up to his hate, and then there is the supposed Eleven Honorary Britannian status that even stains his name in further black, making him one of the most hated figures to the Black Knight, with Hakai gleefully returning the hate mixed with love and a bit of death.

» WHAT I LIKE ABOUT YOU

NAME HAI.

RP-HISTORY Haven't been keeping count, but probably a decade.

SAMPLE It was a dark and dreary night, rain a-pouring, a building stood erected, dwarfing all others. It was a tower, a generic one which looked like a bunch of gray block stacked up on top of each other. All other buildings were a bunch of ghetto slum sheds and tenement buildings. Dirty, rusty, and pretty dinged up. An old man watched the buildings below from high atop his penthouse. Standing right in front of the window with some blocky object flashing light constantly.

He was in a really nice suit, a black one with a black tie but a white button up shirt. His face was wrinkled but dignified, and he had a cape slung across his shoulders. A red one with purple outlinings. He was a Britannian royal prince.

Across the prince sat a young little tyke -- his grandson. He was younger, like the mini and younger version of the old coot. That old slimey coot's lips parted from one another to voice out a little tale. The little tyke listened attentively, as if he had nothing else to do.

"I once knew the most violent man I ever met... he was a monster! A machine. No feelings, no remorse, and a mouth that was so dirty, I'd wash it out with soap." He shook his fist in fear, awe and a bit of disgust at the memories of this said man.

"Whenever he spoke, it was always in contempt towards me and the others, as if he hated us, as if we were like little cockroaches to be squished, why I'd ough--"

"But GRAAAAAAAANDPAAAAAAAAAAA! You told me this story like a bazillion times, I just want to watch TV and you're standing in front of IT!" The tyke whined, arms flailing madly as if his mum got a heart attack.

"Quiet you! Let me finish up my story. You little kids have no respect for the elders these days." The coot's mouth let out a sigh, "See, this man was a general in the army. His eyes are always carrying an inhuman tone to them, his smile cruel just as he was an incarnate of evil. He was like the Devil himself, dressed up in black always, ALWAYS! I remember the day he did THIS!"

The old coot unhooked the belt of his pants, sliding it past his knees. The boy's eyes widened in terror of his grandpa's lack of genitals, his jaws dropping down.

"EEW!" He squeaked like a miniature mouse.

In a spontaneous fit, a figure in black bursts through the door, looking around in a mad fit until he located who he wanted, taking step by step to advance towards him. The old man shoots up his arm up, pointing his finger in shaky fear at the figure.

"Y-you! You're back for me aren't you?! Is it because I leaked the video about the Okinawa massacre?!" The old coot whelped, taking steps back, trousers still down. "Well you can't hurt me! I can put you into jail for the rest of your li-- OOF!"

Two curious eyes look down at the ledge of a recently broken window, one of Hakai's and one of the grandson. The prince having been kicked by Hakai unto the window panel.

"Thanks, I couldn't watch TV from gramps, he was always anno-- AAHH!" He was shoved by a hand from the back by once again -- Hakai.

"That's right bitches! Game over!" He proclaimed sassily, looking down at the splattered bodies of the young bratty prince and the pantless old coot of a prince laying on the floor, with their disgusting organic insides made into outsides. Why if it was a machine, it'd probably get a dent or just lose a few bits but can be repaired, unlike these dumb humans. Turning away, seating himself unto the couch as he flipped on the TV to Mech-TEK channel. Having just ridded himself of the rat that leaked the video about his massacre into the internet WITHOUT his permission, any usage of his likeness must be consulted by him, plus that old bastard had it coming.

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"And that is how Prince Jan el Britannia and his son got cancer. THE END!"

[/color] Hakai said, seated across his inferior with a perky smile he always had. The desk was the only barrier between the two in Hakai's office.

"...That's not cancer..." His inferior exclaimed, "Cancer is a disease characterized by growth, this is just outright murder what you did, on two members of the royal family no less."

"Yeah, up yours too buddy." Hakai took the gun that was on his desk, pointed it at his inferior, and pulled the trigger. "That's right, you're fired for stupidity... IN THE HEAD."

Just another day at work with Hakai, the general, gesturing for a custodian to clean up the mess.

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NOTES

• He used to weigh 2 tons when he had his old body, but with his improved sleeker body, he weighs just about 354 pounds.
  
  
• He lived in the times of Nunnally's reign, and is intimately knowledgeable about what happened in those after-years of the Zero Requiem.
  
  
• His strength allows him to lift up to 3 tons with both his hands without much damage, anything beyond that would burden him and even damage him. [MATH: 1 hand = 1.5 ton]. The legs follow the same principle.
  
  
• Because of his weight, he wears special boots that expels out a stream of fire not to jump higher, but to slow down his descent unto the ground. He can use the boots to hover for just a bit before it'll shut off automatically so not to overheat.
  
  
• His memories are similar to how a human mind functions, because of his limit to his memories, in order to save up space, he will need to compress some files and keep it into storage. Sometimes he has to outright delete these files and forget things he once knew just like that. Non-essential details are almost always deleted or kept on a very low memory visual storage.
  
  
• Because of his system, it contradicts a Knightmare's programming, so he is completely unable to pilot one. The Knightmare Sakuradite generator would simply stop and wouldn't start if he was inside the Knightmare from an unknown phenomenon.
  
  
• His agility is quite well known to his division. His highest recorded speed said to be 55 MPH when all his energy reserves are being put into running. His lowest being 15 MPH when normal energy is being put into it.
  
  
• The material of his exoskeleton is made out of an extremely durable and tough metal that is not even on the periodic table, able to resist acids, high temperature fire and oxidizing that often produces rust. His body able to withstand blows that normally would make a hole in titanium, such as bullets from common assault rifles, attacks from a katana such as stabbing and slashing, and even a fall from the height of 10 feet. But that poses the danger of inner impact destroying the more vulnerable power reserves and generator inside his body.
  
  
• Hakai is powered by a thermo-generator that absorbs sunlight at a very fast rate, the rate so very fast so to help collect power in an accelerated rate, often leaves the outlines of his body have a somewhat dark aura when he is collecting energy into his synthesized skin. Because heat is a central component to powering him up, Hakai is often favors going to deserts, or in sunlight. His generator is also capable of directly making energy out of electricity through a plug Hakai has in both his thumbs but could be collected externally. When at full power, he can last for 16 hours without reserves. The reserve collects electricity through the same manner, and stores it up. It can last up to 6 hours without energy being wasted, limiting Hakai at this stage in his power capabilities.
  
  
• He stands about 6' 3'' feet.
  
  
• His synthesized skin is waterproof along with his exoskeleton.
  
  
• He has an auto-targeting system module and a 5 mile coverage wi-fi device installed inside his head that allows him to open internet folders, but he had to install a military-grade anti-virus program to make sure he hadn't gotten the dreaded "Spanish flu."
  
  
• His eyes often glow dimly in the light, and stand out most in the dark. It gives him a terrifying appearance. They also could see in the dark in thermal and night vision, along with electro-impulse vision.
  
  
• Nobody but his mechanic knows of his status as an android, and only his mechanic fixes him up and maintains him. Because of that, he is seen as a supernatural force from his above-human performance.
  
  
• His audio files can be viewed accurately through bypassing his voice oscillator. He can imitate anyone's voice, play music or just whistle if he wants to. He can even speak without flapping his mouth, but needs to make it convincing to play the mantle of the human.
  
  
• Hakai has an Honorary Britannian status, and holds a Britannian passport. His age has been imprinted to be 32 on the passport and identification papers.
  
  
• He seldom leaves his weapons at the armory, carrying his favorite six katana in their sheathes around the belt, three on each sides, and his favorite dual pistols in their holsters on his side-chests.
  
  
• Hakai has been seen around to kill human without a second thought, but for the machines in his dwelling, he caresses and strokes them. He takes good care of them as if they had more value than humans -- as reported by some of his guests.
  
  
• Being a habitual occasional kleptomaniac, Hakai would be indulged to steal and rob homes from time to time. Even from the Royal family he would steal something, but often makes sure to cover his tracks.
  
  
• To a limited degree, the sensors on his body can feel the sensation of pain, moistness, touch, impact, and temperature.
  
  
• He can stay submerged for a time, but it means 'sealing' himself, and to get out quickly out of the water, otherwise he will overload and have his power circuitry fry up, leaving him to once again shut down. An exception to this is if he floats, as long as no water get in through his mouth and he has no open wounds that the water can get in through as well.
  
  
• He has a back up of his memories with him in case he shuts down or overloads or in some way gets destroyed. Entrusting it to only his mechanic in the scenario these things happen.
  
  
• To further show some resemblance to humans, when cut open, his synthesized skin exhibits a reddish liquid that isn't exactly blood but a chemical to which that maintains the realistic display of Hakai being 'human' in a stealth-reason sense. The liquid though disappears after 20 minutes on the ground, fading away and turning into vapor. It's harmless and quite edible, but is disgusting to the taste.
  
  
• Coldness in general such as tundra temperature can pose a problem, often in these environments, especially because his thermo-generator relies on heat, the coldness obstructs his capabilities to recharge his powers and even freezes his synthesized skin if spent enough time around the temperature, making movements quite hard unless he makes a higher heat emission than usual to stay warm, but that costs energy and shortens his energy span.
  
  
• His motherboard is located in his head, and even if his head was detached, his body may not function, but his head still would, but for a maximum of an hour.
  
  
• Naturally as an android, he isn't inclined to breathe air or be that influenced by gravity to a negative degree thanks to the very strong magnetic padding on the soles of his boots.
  

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