#rk600

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Backstory/Lore:

He was released before Connor as a sort of "trial run" type of deal. Cyberlife wanted to dispose of the whole deviancy thing as quickly and quietly as possible, so they created the (at the time) latest addition to the RK line. They wanted him to be able to think and behave like a deviant to better catch them and didn't want humans catching on to CyberLife's involvement with this.

They programmed a beta version of a manufactured deviancy program into him, as well as a bit of a failsafe measure: he could not ever know that he is an android. That would destroy his program and CyberLife's control over him would be gone. He would be a loose cannon, just like every other deviant.

They gave him a personality, detailed backstory, fabricated documents and alibis for him. As far as CyberLife was concerned, he was a real, human person who has always existed, and they’ve never heard of him.

He realized he was an android the first time he saw his own blood (after getting his ass handed to him by a deviant lmao), and from there he pieced it together: he's a detective, after all.

He's one hell of an anti-android prick for being plastic himself. Every other word out of his mouth is a derogatory term for androids (plastic, tin can, toaster, etc etc etc). Even after realizing himself he has a bit of lingering disdain for androids. He desperately wishes he were human.

Being an android does not exclude him from being a dumbass lmaooo. He has the stupid and we love him for it

He is sooo so eepy all of the time. Get this man a thirium coffee stat

He is going to ruin his biocomponents bcs of his smoking habit, but he dgaf. He knows he looks cool doing it and he's right

He works very closely with the DPD! He's a good cop, and a better detective. He wants to do good by the people of Detroit, especially the androids.

He and Connor are good buddies! When he first learned about Connor, he couldn't help but be a little bit jealous-- what do you mean they replaced me??? Twice??? Huh???? -- but he's long past gotten over that. I think he and Connor would get along very well :)

He really likes notebooks/paper/stationary. It's a holdover from his Cyberlife days - the way they preferred he take notes and such. Anymore, he just likes it because oooo pretty shiny thing! Crow behavior

He LOVES music! He taught himself guitar almost immediately after becoming fully deviant. He really likes classic rock I think :))

Ahahahaha...not me making an OC for DBH, just when its three-year anniversary had finally passed—

Well, regardless, here’s my entry for a Detroit: Become Human OC, the RK600.

Another RK series prototype designed to oversee the progress of its successor; the RK800. There is only one (1) RK600 model in circulation for it has no immediate, nor urgent directives to fulfill aside from its primary function. It has been implemented into the Detroit Police Department (DPD) in the year 2037, and has been granted access to further investigate and observe the protocols and practices instilled upon those who work there.

The RK600 was created in order to ensure that there would be no unreported instances made by the RK800 in its report back to Cyberlife, as this information could be detrimental to its current case, and that is does not busy itself in the affair of humans that are unnecessary to its mission.

If you couldn’t tell, not much thought has been into this as I had only the intention of designing a character. The same could not be said about its purpose, as seen here. Therefore, I shall edit this post accordingly once I am in the proper state of mind to correct and improve upon it.

Ah yes, and before I forget, since I had no sincere intention of bringing this character into fruition, I did not conduct any research beforehand in order to see if there has already been an RK600 oc. I apologize in advance if there already is one. That being said, when I have decided that I would like this android’s story to take on a more solid form, I shall change its model number (or at least add a serial number to differentiate it from those who have already made such a character.) If I don’t happen to find an RK600 oc, I will not be changing its model number until an artist with an already existing model has contacted me regarding this. Until then, it shall remain as such.

And Connor is an RK800,

Gavin Reed’s mental health was never the best but recently, it was on a sharp decline. It had been a few months since the revolution… a few months since his life had come crashing in all around him when he discovered that he was actually one of the things he had hated for so long… A fucking android…

Since that dreaded day, everything seemed like it was mocking him on how… inhuman he truly was. He now had to worry about getting hurt in the field for an entirely different reason than before. Before he was worried about actually getting hurt but now… it was about being exposed, to show how much of a hypocrite he was.

However recently, Gavin thought he was getting used to this revelation. Sure, he hadn’t completely embraced his true self yet and honestly still tried to ignore it, but at least he wasn’t actively going out of his way to harm himself or obsess over it now. He had been good at hiding it from everyone around him. He was finally feeling like things were going back to normal. Until life just had to ruin everything.

It was a usual day, Gavin was at his desk filling out paperwork as he usually did if there were no big leads in cases when a woman walked into the precinct asking to speak with Captain Fowler. She immediately caught most of the bullpen’s attention due to her obvious Cyberlife aesthetic she had going on. She didn’t even wait for Fowler to leave his office to greet her before she started to speak.

“I’m a representative from Cyberlife. It has come to the company’s attention that the DPD is in posession of Cyberlife property and we ask for it to be returned.” Her voice was calm and sickly sweet to the point it made Gavin want to gag. She then turned to look Gavin dead in the eyes, gesturing to him before continuing.

“Given that the RK600 model is obviously a failure and not technically an android released to the public, it is still Cyberlife property and not concidered alive. We will be taking it back now.”

Gavin went pale.

@unstable-androids

In the months post revolution, Sixty had gone through a more accelerated version of the police academy and was now working as a beat cop for the DPD, working in his own way to help promote android-human harmony and to help make sure their people were fairly treated by the now greatly overworked police department. He still avoided Lieutenant Anderson, but oddly found it much easier to interact with Detective Reed.

Finding himself working on older cases on slow days, Sixty often ended up analyzing old evidence unless something very pressing came up that needed his specific programming. He was just returning from a break when the Cyberlife representative came in, and the sight of them made him freeze up. Her words initially had him confused, but she then made it abundantly clear whom she was talking about.

Snarl covering his face, Sixty was moving before he even calculated the risks and possibilities. Striding up to her, standing tall at his full six foot height, he shed the more meek demeanor he typically wore at work. Very much stepping back to the role of a hunter, he loomed putting himself right up in her space and also shielding Detective Reed from her sight “I’m sorry. If you have any kind of complaint or accusation of theft you will need to fill out the correct paperwork. I’m sure you will find androids cannot be considered property, no matter what model they happen to be” voice cold, LED spinning violently red, he continued “Even if you have a valid claim, there is still quite a bit of paperwork to be done and I’m sure the leaders of Jericho will want to be involved in the negotiations” he wasn’t above calling in the big guns, while he had only met Markus once, a quick message passed on via Connor would have a representative at the station withing twenty minutes. Sixty was confident he could stall her for at least that long.