#oc reference sheet

Name: Stellaluna (yes she chose her name based on her favorite childhood book) Nicknames: Stella, Luna, Lu-Lu (girlfriend only) Age: 24 Gender: Transfem (she/her) Sexuality: Lesbian

Inventory: - Star-shaped ita bag. - Childhood copy of Stellaluna by Janell Cannon (often carries it around; reads it for comfort). - Always has at least three CDs in her bag. - Draws on an iPad Pro (oh shit me too). - Has at least five peppermint candies (usually more) on her at all times. - Her apartment is covered in sticky notes to remind her of things. - Her most prized possession (besides the book): her Tamagotchi. Never leaves home without it. Was super busy one day so she forgot to feed it and literally sobbed when she realized.

Additional notes: - Semi-verbal, sensory-seeking autistic. Loves bright colors, neon lights, loud music, strong minty flavors, and being absolutely smothered by blankets. - Has prosthetic legs; the fish inside are plastic. - Flies around using the little wings on her feet (don’t ask how wings that small can lift her off the ground. Magic). - Doesn’t ever want top surgery. Wears a sheer shirt to the beach even if she’d prefer going topless. - Has her headphones on at all times. Only takes them off when she’s with her girlfriend. - Girlfriend is a WIP but she’s short, fat, loves rollerskating, and is frutiger metro-themed! - Stella is the top-rated employee at the postal service she works for, which is how the two met. Her (at the time future) girlfriend (I hate to keep saying “her girlfriend” but I genuinely don’t know what her name is yet) had just moved in to a townhouse with a group of friends when Stella delivered something to her door. Cue lesbian meltdown. Many more deliveries followed, partly because they all kept ordering stuff to populate their new house and partly as an excuse to see the pretty delivery girl again.

Random textposts I thought were fitting:

Pronouns, sexuality: He/him, pansexual

Appearance: Height is variable and dependent on posture, but at rest lies around 6'4. Rather than having a proper head or face, Cain has a dome shaped appendage that stores numerous sensory devices. He has four arms, each one fitted with an energy gun on the forearm and hands with retractable claws. He also has two incredibly long, thin rods on his back with three segments each, and each one tipped with a three pronged taser. His body is largely covered by a tough metal alloy carapace, but the parts that need to be able to move are wrapped with a thick, flexible sheet made of elastic polymers. Such regions include his thighs and calves (which have several moving components, rather than being a single stiff central piece underneath), his abdomen, his upper arms, and joints.

TIMELINE IN THE MAIN UNIVERSE - Subject to change for the sake of roleplays as desired.

The Servant of Hollux is a military unit that was heavily damaged during an interstellar war. Commander Hollux of the Hadean military acquired his major components and was able to get him repaired. When the Commander left the military, they took the Servant with them.

The Servant quickly became Laztheir Hollux's right hand, performing functions similar to high tier management capacity servant bots. When Hollux began to create their gladiatorial arena for everyday machines, the Servant was all too willing to assist. The Grand Mechanical Colluseum was Hollux's brain child, but it was the Servant who figured out many of the logistics.

Beyond that, the Servant was also the gears that kept it running. He performed delicate procedures on all new gladiators to remove their capacity to produce or connect to any networks, decreasing the efficacy of potential revolt. He also directly supervised every single camera in the arena, and was the head of security. This was on top of performing any task that Hollux may ask of him, from organizing renovations to getting them food.

During this period of time, the Servant considered himself as lesser than humanity, and any personhood he had was given to him through the grace of Hollux. In his view, Hollux was deified - and his time was best spent devoted to them without question. Hollux did not consider Servant (or any machine) capable of truly feeling, but was fond of him in the way a person may be fond of a particularly expensive toy. This dynamic was formative for the Servant's sexual development.

When PRFB "HOPE" began to gain fame as one of the arena's top contenders, Servant did grow jealous. He was frequently jealous of the adoration earned by the gladiators, but with Hope, there was more to it. Hope was a performer, a showbot, and when she fought it seemed more like a dance than a battle to the death. Her fame did not, however, bring her any level of content - she was volatile and explicitly hated the arena when she wasn't fighting. This wasn't unusual in gladiators, but she was getting all the love and respect that he wanted, and showed no appreciation for it.

Her disregard for the opinions of humanity made him hate her, but there was nothing he could do about it without upsetting the humans that loved her so.

Following Hollux's death, the Servant was granted an Autonomous Action Certificate - essentially, his freedom as a machine - from Hollux's will. Though the Servant himself was deeply uncertain as to the reason, it was simple - if Hollux couldn't keep him, then nobody could.

The Servant wandered aimlessly for quite some time and did an undisclosed amount of things before coming across a three legged border collie on his travels. This dog was exuberantly friendly, but visibly unwell. The Servant, assuming it was somebody's pet, placed the dog under his temporary care. This included feeding her, giving her water, cleaning her, brushing her, and carrying her around when she slept and he was traveling. Despite all the times he asked and searched for a missing dog under her description, he did not find one.

In this period of time, he had managed to grow attached to her - and she was not leaving him.

With a perfect storm of propaganda featuring Hope, a new dog, and the growing suspicions of an anarchist robot organization in his area, the Servant ends up not against it, but joining it. Since he was such a well known figurehead for the subjugation of machines, the leader of the anarchist group had to argue in his favor. Bane, the leader in question ,was the exact same model as he was, only a few dozen numbers off on her machine ID. She provided him a private room in her surprisingly grand underground hideout, which he later learned was fairly normal for all machines and not on account of the fact that many robots wanted him dead.

By this point in time, he was actively going against his original mindset of servitude against humans. His switch over to a completely anti-human agenda, however, was not entirely in earnest. He did not agree with their beliefs, nor did he think he'd ever be equal to or above humanity, but he was starting to realize the suffering enacted by the arena for the sake of human entertainment, not even human survival. He was attempting to repay the damage he had done to hundreds of bots by working on their side, but he was still hesitant to harm humanity without a 'good' reason.

One of the few machines that didn't seem to actively want him dead was one named LoveMail - and it struck him how rusty and decrepit xe was. LoveMail's body looked like it was patchwork, or perhaps a puzzle where the pieces were forced in places they didn't belong. Perhaps more unnerving, however, was the mannerism with which LoveMail carried itself. Xe frequently rambled about angels, demons, gods, and gardens in a way that left Cain unsure whether xe was capable of percieving xir surroundings.

He found out too late that LoveMail was a sentient form of malware, when it infected him with a copy of itself. This copy did not take over his body, however - it existed solely to judge everything he did, and make him agonize over things he could not fix. This copy has been nicknamed Hellware. Hellware's penchant for viewing transgressions through the lens of the Bible is responsible for him naming himself Cain - though the name is a private piece of information he doesn't willingly share.

Affiliated characters

PRFB - HOPE (Will link to reference when available)

Hellware (Will link to reference when available)