Application for Re/Alignment
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thankyou4myheartPlayer Information
*Name/Alias: Dragon
*Your Journal: dragondancer5150
*Age: My "old enough to vote" is old enough to drink. XD (aka 39)
*Contact Information: PM this account, or PM asking for my AIM or email address =3
*Characters already in the game: Thundercracker (notyourblueangel)
Character Information
*Character Name: BP-001, goes by Deckard
*Character Canon: Brave Police J-Decker
*Age: A little over a year (about 15 months) since being brought online for the first time, nine months of active service . . . functionally an adult
*Race: Human-built robot with a "Super A.I." – an AI unit advanced enough to exhibit human-level intelligence, self-awareness, and capacity for imperfection and emotions
*Timeline/Pull Point: Post Ep 35 "Brave Police Power-Up Project"
*History:
Dragon knows the meaning of "brevity" but can't seem to practice it. The history got long enough that it with the rest of the app is just a BIT too long for a single post. 9,9 Therefore, it can be found here. orz I know the rules say that everything has to be in one post, but regardless of how I did it, this whole thing was going to have to go up in two parts, so... 9,9
*Personality:
Deckard was essentially programmed by an upbeat, outgoing, generally very happy and well-adjusted child. This is a very important thing to remember. Had he been designed and built and then given to an adult handler to work with him on the rest of his development (as had been the plan?), he would not be anywhere near the same person that he is even if his developing team had tried. In many ways, he has an almost child-like worldview. Deckard throws himself into everything he does, believing he'll succeed somehow – there is no doubt or "accepting reality" that he might fail despite his best attempts. He's not blind to the workings of the world, but neither is he jaded by them, even after everything he's been through since being first inducted into service. Though tempered by the ever-present call of duty and the responsibilities of his position as team head, he has almost an exuberance and wonder sometimes in dealing with the world and people around him.
Yuuta comes first and foremost in Deckard's priority. What Yuuta says, he does – not because he has to, but because he wants to. He doesn't see himself as a servant in any way, but a partner. Yuuta is his boss, his handler, his best friend. He owes everything that he is to Yuuta, and he feels deeply indebted to him. He'd follow the boy to the ends of the earth and back, and he will protect Yuuta no matter what, up to and including sacrificing his own life to save the boy without a second thought, if need be.
Deckard is a model police officer. He's a capable leader, but also humble. He gets the job done, directs his team with authority . . . but when he's at a loss, he's not afraid or too proud to ask for ideas or opinions. He considers the wishes of his team and will have them sound in especially before he leads them into a situation they probably won't make it back out of. He loves and respects them dearly and there's almost no separation between team and team lead. He'll defend a teammate without hesitation, even with his life. He tends to play peacekeeper (if McCrane or Duke don't beat him to it) if the others get a little too rowdy with each other or start arguing, but he's right there with them with the teasing and having a good time when it's appropriate. And it speaks well for the rapport he has with all of them that they can tease him – mercilessly, sometimes. He can be pretty easy to fluster and embarrass. And he's good-natured about it, taking it in stride.
Gunmax once accused him of being "such a boy scout." Honestly? It's true. He takes his position and his purpose very seriously and would never consider doing anything illegal or immoral (unless, I suppose, a situation really drove him to it, with no other real options). When once forced to, as Gunmax put it, "borrow" gasoline from a shipping yard because they were both starting to run on empty and couldn't go back to base yet, Deckard needed the fuel just as much, maybe more, and still got on his teammate about behavior unbecoming of a Brave Police member. When the owner of the yard caught them out, it was Deckard who initially thought fast and came up with a cover story (less to protect himself than to protect Gunmax, who was already in enough trouble and slated for destruction, at least if Vice Commissioner Azuma had his way). Once safely away, however, he wilted, hands braced on his knees as he "caught his breath" so to speak, sheepishly admitting that the encounter had seriously jangled his nerves. Gunmax just shook his head at him.
He's also only ever disobeyed once, and even that was only because, try as he might, he couldn't make himself follow through with the command he'd been given. First of all, he'd been ordered to fire on the first opponent he'd ever encountered that was another Super-A.I.-powered robot, another sentient being like him. And secondly, the robot (Kagerou) had only been doing what he was doing out of fear and trying to get attention, because his designers had intended to reformat him now that his successor's development had been completed. Deckard had faced a reformat once. In a sense, the process was a form of execution, because it completely wiped their very selves – their memories, their personality, their sense of being. Deckard couldn't fault Kagerou from lashing out and acting out because he still clearly remembered just how terrified he himself had been in facing the same.
The rare times Deckard's dealt with something like despair or depression, he's found that he has no real coping mechanism – he was never taught what they are, let alone how to deal with them, and has shown self-destructive tendencies. He has to know, at least, that he's wanted. He needs to be needed. When he doesn't know what to do with himself, he falls back on his one constant staple – his job, his purpose in life…or anyway, his purpose for existing, since he's the first to admit he's not really "alive".
Deckard is a genuinely GOOD guy, with a heart of love, courage, and integrity. No matter the odds, no matter how scared he might actually be or how unlikely he'll be to survive . . . he buries it and does what needs to be done to the very best of his capabilities. He knows his place, he knows his purpose, and he'll fulfill it the best that he can.
*Powers/Abilities:
He'll likely be mistaken at first for a Cybertronian by anyone but his fellow Brave Police . . . he is able to transform and take a vehicle mode. His is that of a police patrol car. Even in robot mode, he has emergency lights and sirens that he can sound. He has an S.O.S./tracking signal he can send. He has various scanners and sensors – metal, heat, sound, motion, etc. One sensor is able to sample the air in the room and analyze it, and even track the movement and source of particular content if there is enough volume (isolate and track a gaseous drug being pumped into a hall from a ventilation duct, for example). He can play back both his memories (video/audio input) and his scanner readings on the monitor in his dashboard in vehicle mode (or have them fed to an external monitor by hooking an output cable to his CPU). While he's not "the" sniper of the team – that would be McCrane – his accuracy with his revolver is just shy of 99% on a firing range. He's fast and agile for a human-built machine and able to push himself and perform far beyond the limits of his original design specs. He can go hand-to-hand with opponents with martial-arts-like moves if need be, though he lacks programming for any one particular fighting form (he's not a kung-fu master like Power Joe, for example).
He is also able to join with a massive, specially-built S.W.A.T. van, called J-Roader, to form a super-robot called J-Decker. However, it's not something he can do completely on his own. As a failsafe built into him by his engineers, he requires a special, coded unification signal to be able to initiate that transformation and link-up. There is only one person who possesses that code and can give him permission to take his combiner form, and that is his (handler) partner, Tomonaga Yuuta.
(Headcanon: He also knows human first aid – see Inventory below.)
*Inventory:
He has a revolver he carries in a holster compartment on his right hip, and a collection of ammo for it ("plenty" in terms of going out on a mission or three before needing to restock, though obviously limited in overall count). He normally carries a gas can for emergency fuel if he's not at base or by a gas station when he needs a fill-up (though if things get really busy, he might forget to fill it before going out). His badge that he keeps in a compartment behind his lapel serves not only as identification as a law enforcement officer and a member of the Brave Police but is also a communication device and simple tracker. Also? While no such thing is ever shown in the series, it makes sense to me that he'd have a medical kit on him. His primary function is law enforcement, but the Brave Police are also meant to be a disaster response team. Where there is a disaster – or where giant robots are fighting it out in the middle of downtown – people are going to get hurt, and I can see the Brave Police having been programmed with at least basic first aid in the event that they have to take action before paramedics can get to the scene.
*Starting Polarity: Whomever he seems to fit with best. =)
Writing Samples
*First Person Sample:
McCrane? McCrane, do you copy? Power Joe? Drill Boy? ..........Kagerou?
[Deckard frowns at his badge, hoping that what he's sending is clearer than what he's getting. Because what he's getting is a whole lot of nothing. Well, he'll go ahead and record and hope whatever may be jamming signals right now lifts or breaks or weakens or something, and his message will get through to the network. Sooner or later. Better late than never, right?]
This is Deckard, of the Brave Police. [As if people couldn't already tell that. Or...well...maybe not, if the signal's too garbled. Right, plowing on...] I'm outside of Haven due north by northwest about twenty kilometers. I followed a signal that I thought might have been someone from Haven. Seemed like a known signature. I think I've seen it on the network before, though I haven't been able to determine whose. I'm almost hoping this is an abandoned comm-link that been getting dragging around. This is not a place someone wants to just be wandering in. It looks like . . . hunting grounds. [He turns his badge out, letting the built-in camera sweep his surroundings.] I think this may be an active area for some of the monsters the First-Forged talk ab-
[He'd been keeping his voice low, but then he cuts off suddenly, shifting the badge to his left hand as he pulls his revolver in his right at the sound of a growl somewhere close. Then a gasp of surprise as a shadow crosses the camera, too close to focus on, the body seeming to slam into Deckard. The badge is dropped as cracks of gunfire are heard amid snarls. A black, metal hand closes over the badge again from an awkward angle. A tracking signal snaps on from the device, as well as Deckard's own S.O.S., and his voice can be heard from just off camera, a fighting growl stressed with effort from whatever he's wrestling with.]
Uh . . . c-could use some help here. Now, please!? Damn! I hope someone gets this...
[The transmission cuts.]
*Third Person Sample:
((ooc: For this, I kinda stuck Deckard in Alpha Trion's temple, only because it's the one I'm currently most familiar with, since it's Thundercracker's home. Mods, feel free to assign him anywhere if he's accepted. I honestly have no preferences. <3 I also used TC as the one who's talked to Deckard just so I'm not messing with anyone else's character, even if just for an app sample.))
Deckard stood on a balcony overlooking a lot of what he'd been told was called "Haven". The lake below him sparkled with the lights of the stars above, dimmed somewhat by the ever-present brilliance to the north, from what he'd been told was Prima's temple. He looked at the beacon, then up at the canopy of stars . . . also ever-present. He'd only been here a few days, but he'd already been affected by the lack of a sun. It was beyond strange.
Actually, he couldn't have said what he thought was the strangest thing about this alien planet. Right now, in the running for first place were the lack of a day/night cycle, readily finding things that were a size useful to him without having had to be specially built . . . and finding out that there was an entire race of people who were just like him!
No . . . not "just" like him. He was, by comparison, a mere construct. He had been engineered by humans, built to serve them. He was "just" a robot. Granted, one with sentience and emotions, a heart, but even that had not been part of his original design. These beings, on the other hand, these . . . Cybertronians . . . what amazing people they were! He and his had wanted so much to be considered "living", at least in a sense, to be taken as more than "just machines". Now that he'd met a true "living machine", he wasn't so sure anymore that he could hope to equate, not any more so than he could be likened to a human. "Yes...but no," basically.
They were ancient. They had their own history and culture. They'd had cities. Deckard had listened in fascination as Thundercracker had described his home city of Vos, had heard the old, old grief when the robot - no, not a robot, I'm not sure what to call him, but not a 'robot' - had told him of its destruction, and how he'd entered fully into the civil war that had ravaged the planet. A whole race of these beings, with enough diversity that they'd had whole societies once upon a time, and there'd been enough of them to cover this planet and even engage in a civil war among themselves. Beings that had never been touched by human hands...
Deckard did not begrudge his own origins, that he'd been designed and built by humans. Not in the least! But an entire race of beings so very like him and yet even more sophisticated, able to govern and even propagate themselves. It boggled his mind. He remembered his own early days and how lonely he'd been, how excited he'd been to find that three more like him had been built . . . how disappointed he'd been to find they'd been disallowed Super A.I.'s like his . . . after that decision had been reversed and data from his own Super A.I. had been copied into the three new robots, how thrilled he was to meet his new team in earnest. He'd not been alone anymore.
Now, here, in this place . . .
His heart ached for his partner, Yuuta. He missed him terribly. But . . . he didn't wish Yuuta were here. He was glad. As wonderful as this place was for mechanicals like him, it was really no place for what Thundercracker had called "organics" – humans and similar, "fleshy", carbon-based life-forms. Deckard didn't want Yuuta here. The environment was too hostile, food and supplies too scarce. Deckard was glad Yuuta wasn't here, as desperately as he missed his friend. But . . . there were plenty of organics who were here, humans and others. And thus, his mission, his purpose, had not changed. As strange and beautiful as this alien planet was, it was dangerous even for the mechanoids here, let alone the organics. Deckard was still a member of the Brave Police, regardless of his location. It was his duty to do everything in his power to keep those under his care safe. For the mechanoids and organics alike, Deckard intended to do just that.
Final Notes: None that I can think of. ^__^
*Name/Alias: Dragon
*Your Journal: dragondancer5150
*Age: My "old enough to vote" is old enough to drink. XD (aka 39)
*Contact Information: PM this account, or PM asking for my AIM or email address =3
*Characters already in the game: Thundercracker (
notyourblueangel)Character Information
*Character Name: BP-001, goes by Deckard
*Character Canon: Brave Police J-Decker
*Age: A little over a year (about 15 months) since being brought online for the first time, nine months of active service . . . functionally an adult
*Race: Human-built robot with a "Super A.I." – an AI unit advanced enough to exhibit human-level intelligence, self-awareness, and capacity for imperfection and emotions
*Timeline/Pull Point: Post Ep 35 "Brave Police Power-Up Project"
*History:
Dragon knows the meaning of "brevity" but can't seem to practice it. The history got long enough that it with the rest of the app is just a BIT too long for a single post. 9,9 Therefore, it can be found here. orz I know the rules say that everything has to be in one post, but regardless of how I did it, this whole thing was going to have to go up in two parts, so... 9,9
*Personality:
Deckard was essentially programmed by an upbeat, outgoing, generally very happy and well-adjusted child. This is a very important thing to remember. Had he been designed and built and then given to an adult handler to work with him on the rest of his development (as had been the plan?), he would not be anywhere near the same person that he is even if his developing team had tried. In many ways, he has an almost child-like worldview. Deckard throws himself into everything he does, believing he'll succeed somehow – there is no doubt or "accepting reality" that he might fail despite his best attempts. He's not blind to the workings of the world, but neither is he jaded by them, even after everything he's been through since being first inducted into service. Though tempered by the ever-present call of duty and the responsibilities of his position as team head, he has almost an exuberance and wonder sometimes in dealing with the world and people around him.
Yuuta comes first and foremost in Deckard's priority. What Yuuta says, he does – not because he has to, but because he wants to. He doesn't see himself as a servant in any way, but a partner. Yuuta is his boss, his handler, his best friend. He owes everything that he is to Yuuta, and he feels deeply indebted to him. He'd follow the boy to the ends of the earth and back, and he will protect Yuuta no matter what, up to and including sacrificing his own life to save the boy without a second thought, if need be.
Deckard is a model police officer. He's a capable leader, but also humble. He gets the job done, directs his team with authority . . . but when he's at a loss, he's not afraid or too proud to ask for ideas or opinions. He considers the wishes of his team and will have them sound in especially before he leads them into a situation they probably won't make it back out of. He loves and respects them dearly and there's almost no separation between team and team lead. He'll defend a teammate without hesitation, even with his life. He tends to play peacekeeper (if McCrane or Duke don't beat him to it) if the others get a little too rowdy with each other or start arguing, but he's right there with them with the teasing and having a good time when it's appropriate. And it speaks well for the rapport he has with all of them that they can tease him – mercilessly, sometimes. He can be pretty easy to fluster and embarrass. And he's good-natured about it, taking it in stride.
Gunmax once accused him of being "such a boy scout." Honestly? It's true. He takes his position and his purpose very seriously and would never consider doing anything illegal or immoral (unless, I suppose, a situation really drove him to it, with no other real options). When once forced to, as Gunmax put it, "borrow" gasoline from a shipping yard because they were both starting to run on empty and couldn't go back to base yet, Deckard needed the fuel just as much, maybe more, and still got on his teammate about behavior unbecoming of a Brave Police member. When the owner of the yard caught them out, it was Deckard who initially thought fast and came up with a cover story (less to protect himself than to protect Gunmax, who was already in enough trouble and slated for destruction, at least if Vice Commissioner Azuma had his way). Once safely away, however, he wilted, hands braced on his knees as he "caught his breath" so to speak, sheepishly admitting that the encounter had seriously jangled his nerves. Gunmax just shook his head at him.
He's also only ever disobeyed once, and even that was only because, try as he might, he couldn't make himself follow through with the command he'd been given. First of all, he'd been ordered to fire on the first opponent he'd ever encountered that was another Super-A.I.-powered robot, another sentient being like him. And secondly, the robot (Kagerou) had only been doing what he was doing out of fear and trying to get attention, because his designers had intended to reformat him now that his successor's development had been completed. Deckard had faced a reformat once. In a sense, the process was a form of execution, because it completely wiped their very selves – their memories, their personality, their sense of being. Deckard couldn't fault Kagerou from lashing out and acting out because he still clearly remembered just how terrified he himself had been in facing the same.
The rare times Deckard's dealt with something like despair or depression, he's found that he has no real coping mechanism – he was never taught what they are, let alone how to deal with them, and has shown self-destructive tendencies. He has to know, at least, that he's wanted. He needs to be needed. When he doesn't know what to do with himself, he falls back on his one constant staple – his job, his purpose in life…or anyway, his purpose for existing, since he's the first to admit he's not really "alive".
Deckard is a genuinely GOOD guy, with a heart of love, courage, and integrity. No matter the odds, no matter how scared he might actually be or how unlikely he'll be to survive . . . he buries it and does what needs to be done to the very best of his capabilities. He knows his place, he knows his purpose, and he'll fulfill it the best that he can.
*Powers/Abilities:
He'll likely be mistaken at first for a Cybertronian by anyone but his fellow Brave Police . . . he is able to transform and take a vehicle mode. His is that of a police patrol car. Even in robot mode, he has emergency lights and sirens that he can sound. He has an S.O.S./tracking signal he can send. He has various scanners and sensors – metal, heat, sound, motion, etc. One sensor is able to sample the air in the room and analyze it, and even track the movement and source of particular content if there is enough volume (isolate and track a gaseous drug being pumped into a hall from a ventilation duct, for example). He can play back both his memories (video/audio input) and his scanner readings on the monitor in his dashboard in vehicle mode (or have them fed to an external monitor by hooking an output cable to his CPU). While he's not "the" sniper of the team – that would be McCrane – his accuracy with his revolver is just shy of 99% on a firing range. He's fast and agile for a human-built machine and able to push himself and perform far beyond the limits of his original design specs. He can go hand-to-hand with opponents with martial-arts-like moves if need be, though he lacks programming for any one particular fighting form (he's not a kung-fu master like Power Joe, for example).
He is also able to join with a massive, specially-built S.W.A.T. van, called J-Roader, to form a super-robot called J-Decker. However, it's not something he can do completely on his own. As a failsafe built into him by his engineers, he requires a special, coded unification signal to be able to initiate that transformation and link-up. There is only one person who possesses that code and can give him permission to take his combiner form, and that is his (handler) partner, Tomonaga Yuuta.
(Headcanon: He also knows human first aid – see Inventory below.)
*Inventory:
He has a revolver he carries in a holster compartment on his right hip, and a collection of ammo for it ("plenty" in terms of going out on a mission or three before needing to restock, though obviously limited in overall count). He normally carries a gas can for emergency fuel if he's not at base or by a gas station when he needs a fill-up (though if things get really busy, he might forget to fill it before going out). His badge that he keeps in a compartment behind his lapel serves not only as identification as a law enforcement officer and a member of the Brave Police but is also a communication device and simple tracker. Also? While no such thing is ever shown in the series, it makes sense to me that he'd have a medical kit on him. His primary function is law enforcement, but the Brave Police are also meant to be a disaster response team. Where there is a disaster – or where giant robots are fighting it out in the middle of downtown – people are going to get hurt, and I can see the Brave Police having been programmed with at least basic first aid in the event that they have to take action before paramedics can get to the scene.
*Starting Polarity: Whomever he seems to fit with best. =)
Writing Samples
*First Person Sample:
McCrane? McCrane, do you copy? Power Joe? Drill Boy? ..........Kagerou?
[Deckard frowns at his badge, hoping that what he's sending is clearer than what he's getting. Because what he's getting is a whole lot of nothing. Well, he'll go ahead and record and hope whatever may be jamming signals right now lifts or breaks or weakens or something, and his message will get through to the network. Sooner or later. Better late than never, right?]
This is Deckard, of the Brave Police. [As if people couldn't already tell that. Or...well...maybe not, if the signal's too garbled. Right, plowing on...] I'm outside of Haven due north by northwest about twenty kilometers. I followed a signal that I thought might have been someone from Haven. Seemed like a known signature. I think I've seen it on the network before, though I haven't been able to determine whose. I'm almost hoping this is an abandoned comm-link that been getting dragging around. This is not a place someone wants to just be wandering in. It looks like . . . hunting grounds. [He turns his badge out, letting the built-in camera sweep his surroundings.] I think this may be an active area for some of the monsters the First-Forged talk ab-
[He'd been keeping his voice low, but then he cuts off suddenly, shifting the badge to his left hand as he pulls his revolver in his right at the sound of a growl somewhere close. Then a gasp of surprise as a shadow crosses the camera, too close to focus on, the body seeming to slam into Deckard. The badge is dropped as cracks of gunfire are heard amid snarls. A black, metal hand closes over the badge again from an awkward angle. A tracking signal snaps on from the device, as well as Deckard's own S.O.S., and his voice can be heard from just off camera, a fighting growl stressed with effort from whatever he's wrestling with.]
Uh . . . c-could use some help here. Now, please!? Damn! I hope someone gets this...
[The transmission cuts.]
*Third Person Sample:
((ooc: For this, I kinda stuck Deckard in Alpha Trion's temple, only because it's the one I'm currently most familiar with, since it's Thundercracker's home. Mods, feel free to assign him anywhere if he's accepted. I honestly have no preferences. <3 I also used TC as the one who's talked to Deckard just so I'm not messing with anyone else's character, even if just for an app sample.))
Deckard stood on a balcony overlooking a lot of what he'd been told was called "Haven". The lake below him sparkled with the lights of the stars above, dimmed somewhat by the ever-present brilliance to the north, from what he'd been told was Prima's temple. He looked at the beacon, then up at the canopy of stars . . . also ever-present. He'd only been here a few days, but he'd already been affected by the lack of a sun. It was beyond strange.
Actually, he couldn't have said what he thought was the strangest thing about this alien planet. Right now, in the running for first place were the lack of a day/night cycle, readily finding things that were a size useful to him without having had to be specially built . . . and finding out that there was an entire race of people who were just like him!
No . . . not "just" like him. He was, by comparison, a mere construct. He had been engineered by humans, built to serve them. He was "just" a robot. Granted, one with sentience and emotions, a heart, but even that had not been part of his original design. These beings, on the other hand, these . . . Cybertronians . . . what amazing people they were! He and his had wanted so much to be considered "living", at least in a sense, to be taken as more than "just machines". Now that he'd met a true "living machine", he wasn't so sure anymore that he could hope to equate, not any more so than he could be likened to a human. "Yes...but no," basically.
They were ancient. They had their own history and culture. They'd had cities. Deckard had listened in fascination as Thundercracker had described his home city of Vos, had heard the old, old grief when the robot - no, not a robot, I'm not sure what to call him, but not a 'robot' - had told him of its destruction, and how he'd entered fully into the civil war that had ravaged the planet. A whole race of these beings, with enough diversity that they'd had whole societies once upon a time, and there'd been enough of them to cover this planet and even engage in a civil war among themselves. Beings that had never been touched by human hands...
Deckard did not begrudge his own origins, that he'd been designed and built by humans. Not in the least! But an entire race of beings so very like him and yet even more sophisticated, able to govern and even propagate themselves. It boggled his mind. He remembered his own early days and how lonely he'd been, how excited he'd been to find that three more like him had been built . . . how disappointed he'd been to find they'd been disallowed Super A.I.'s like his . . . after that decision had been reversed and data from his own Super A.I. had been copied into the three new robots, how thrilled he was to meet his new team in earnest. He'd not been alone anymore.
Now, here, in this place . . .
His heart ached for his partner, Yuuta. He missed him terribly. But . . . he didn't wish Yuuta were here. He was glad. As wonderful as this place was for mechanicals like him, it was really no place for what Thundercracker had called "organics" – humans and similar, "fleshy", carbon-based life-forms. Deckard didn't want Yuuta here. The environment was too hostile, food and supplies too scarce. Deckard was glad Yuuta wasn't here, as desperately as he missed his friend. But . . . there were plenty of organics who were here, humans and others. And thus, his mission, his purpose, had not changed. As strange and beautiful as this alien planet was, it was dangerous even for the mechanoids here, let alone the organics. Deckard was still a member of the Brave Police, regardless of his location. It was his duty to do everything in his power to keep those under his care safe. For the mechanoids and organics alike, Deckard intended to do just that.
Final Notes: None that I can think of. ^__^
