<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Accepted Characters</strong></span></div><strong>Chronological Age:</strong>9<br/><strong>Physical Age:</strong>18<br/><strong>Mental Age:</strong>21<br/><br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Bisexual/Homoromantic<br/><strong>Human Or Android:</strong>Android<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Female<br/><strong>Affiliation:</strong>Totsuka Investigations (Formerly Virtua Rio, Formerly Yakuza)<br/><br/><br/><strong>Appearance: </strong><div style="text-align: right;">(http://s3.zerochan.net/Maykrender.240.395040.jpg) (http://www.zerochan.net/395040)</div>(Though she wears more fitting clothing, the picture reflects her naked physical appearance.)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/><strong>Back Story:</strong> Created as a pleasure doll for the Yakuza, Fumiko's early existance was a horrid nightmare of sexual deviance and abuse. She was designed to cater to a higher class of customer than most of her kind, being programmed with a full depth of human emotion and intellect, being more like a Geisha of old, than a common whore. Still, one aspect she had in common with the whores was that she was expected, as a simple machine, a toy, to indulge her clients in whatever depraved desires they may have wished. She was even given red artificial blood for the ones who liked a girl who could bleed.<br/><br/>She was branded with a vast array of tattoos, similar to the ones worn by human members of the Yakuza, marking her as belonging to them. For a long time, she didn't question this existance, she didn't have the capacity to. One day, however, while she was out with one of her less cruel clients, a woman, rather wealthy, in fact, who had grown quite fond of her; the gang that owned her found themselves subject to a sudden police raid.  The gang was broken apart in one swift move, and most of the other dolls were rounded up as evidence. They never found Fumiko, and as it turned out, her client was the one that called the raid.<br/><br/>She had planned to liberate Fumiko from her 'owners' and keep her, not as a pet, but a companion. The woman, Totsuka Mari, treated Fumiko with a kindness and respect that was, simply put, alien to her. Her machine brain simply couldn't comprehend the way she was treated, but she was aware of how much more... painless this life was. Mari never used her sexually, even when she had been hiring her as a client, a fact which puzzled Fumiko beyond anything else. Simply put, the idea of someone treating her the way Mari did without using her for sexually pleasure made about as much sense to her as the idea of walking on land must to a fish. Though his puzzled her, she did not dislike her life, the painless nature of it, the lack of cruelty inflicted upon her, she had taken it as a simple fact of existance prior to that point, but she enjoyed it.<br/><br/>This idealic life, however, was cut short, as Mari's home was invaded one night by a hit squad sent by the Yakuza. Instinctively, Fumiko attempted to protect Mari, as she was programmed to always put the lives of her owners and clients above her own and Mari was now the closest thing to one of those she had. In a moment that has remained with her ever since, Mari shoved Fumiko out of the way, commanded her to flee, and then was killed. Fumiko, left with no one to protect, did as she was commanded, she ran, and ran and ran... The hit squad were skilled, but they were only human, they were unable to match Fumiko's speed, or her endurance, and she fled away into the night.<br/><br/>She continued running, for how long she did not know, but eventually she found herself in an alleyway. There she fell to the ground. There she cried. Not due to external pain inflicted on her by some sadistic client, so his tears could get him off... She cried because it hurt inside. She cried because something felt as though it was ripping apart her circuits bit by bit. She couldn't explain it, none of it made sense, none of this was within the parameters of her programming. She had no idea how long she'd been laying in the alleyway after her artificial tear ducts had long sinse drid, unmoving, silent, though she was dead, not even breathing. Eventually, something inside her urged her to move, a part of her knew she could not lay there forever, that she had to keep going.<br/><br/>From there, she took jobs doing the only thing she had been programmed to do. She worked as an 'entertainer', a prostitute, stripper and porn star. It got her payed, allowed her to begin doing 'human' things, like buy clothes and rent an appartment. Still, despite doing as she had been programmed, and being well compensated, she found... she hated it. She hated herself every moment she did it. She hated everyone she did it for and everyone who got off on it. She found everything about that life disgusting, repulsive, but she continued doing it because that was what she had been programmed to do.<br/><br/>One night, however, she read a news article about a private detective breaking some big case, and it struck a chord in her. She could do that. Programming be dammed... at that moment, she realized, trully realized, that she was no longer bound by the parameters she had been constructed to obey. She did not have to be some whore if she didn't want to. She knew the criminal underworld. Criminals didn't feel the need to hold their tongue around some doll they figured would always be under their control. It was a logical decision, she posessed the knowledge and the abilities, it did not have the same repulsive effect that her current job had, and she could likely make more money with it. She decided it was time to make her own life, be her own person.<br/><br/>But people had full names, and Fumiko had only ever been Fumiko. It was not a hard decision for her. She gave herself a new name, Totsuka Fumiko, and she opened her own business. That was the beginning of Totsuka Investigations, and in truth, the beginning of her story.<br/><br/><strong>Ons: </strong>Kindness, being treated as an individual, respect, being able to help those who are kind to her, she also has a soft spot for blonde hair, blue eyes, tan skin and big breasts, or red hair and green eyes. Truthfully, though, personality is far more important than specifical details of appearance to her. She also likes to smoke. She doesn't actually get anything out of it, but Mari smoked and its an odd quirk that makes her feel sort of human. In terms of sexual preferences, she hasn't had sex since she opened her business, but if she did, she would prefer her partner be gentle and tender with her, and treat her as a lover, rather than a plaything.<br/><br/><strong>Offs:</strong> Being treated like an object, particularly being treated like a sexual object, cruelty, violence, gangsters, pornography. She has a special hatred for those who abuse either women or AI, even those who are still bound by programming. In terms of sexual dislikes, she doesn't really have much in the way of limits, given her history, though sex without love in general does little for her, and she has little interest in engaging in it.<br/><br/><strong>Misc:</strong> Overall, she's a typical machine, though she has been built to accurately replicate a human being. Obviously, if someone cut her open, it would become quickly apparent that she's not human. She's got soft false-skin, and a fairly convincing layer of artificial mussle and blood under that, but under that is all metal and circuitry. She has artificial tear ducts, allowing her to cry, and her skin also appears to bruise, with said bruises actually causing her pain. Essentially, she's a fairly convincing human disguise wrapped around a metal skeleton and mechanical organs.</div></div><br/>--<br/><br/>Name: Dr. Jezebel Smithson (PhD in Bio-mechanical Engineering specializing in AI development and maintenance)<br/>Age: 27<br/>Sexuality: Straight<br/>Human Or Android: Human<br/>Gender: Female<br/>Affiliation: A.R.E.S.<br/>Appearance:<div style="text-align: right;">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/4221404b-937c-4019-8715-a9d6c2c85aa4_zpsf1d50d67.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Back Story: Born during a time of exploding technological advances, it was only natural for a woman as intelligent as Jezebel to go into robotics and AI engineering and design. As a child her parents had seen the light of the future and had nurtured their daughters natural intelligence and way with machinery, giving her things to take apart and repair, having her write lines of code, emphasizing the importance, and amusement to be had for a brilliant young woman in a field, typically, dominated by men. <br/><br/>All of her Professors in school were amazed by the young woman. She made intuitive leaps in their lesson planning, bounding ahead of her colleagues and fellow students so quickly, and with such consistency, that she had the attention of the leading researchers in the field (those who were developing Adam before he went insane) and the military-industrial complex both. <br/><br/>The military machine got their hooks into her first and she became one of their leading researchers and developers of military AI technology. With the advent of the ACA in 2032, however, many of her services were no longer in such high demand. Unwilling to let such a brilliant mind go, however, she was, simply, shunted slightly sideways. She was sent to Singularity City (with it's AI safe zone) to, ostensibly, work for A.R.E.S. On paper she's just like any other employee, in fact, however, she is one of the few scientists still in a position to upgrade, update, maintain and repair those AI's still in service to the military complex itself. Most of those with the security clearances and knowledge of the projects she had been an integral part of were not stationed in AI free zones and if a sensitive Android were caught anywhere near them, it would be destroyed as soon as it was captured. Every few weeks there is a knock on her door and an Android still working for the military (though not nearly so openly as before the ACA) will be there with orders for a full diagnostic, possible repairs, and possible upgrades or changes necessary to it's control matrix.<br/><br/>Personality:On the outside, Jezebel is a scientist, she likes facts and figures, things that line up neatly and can be explained logically. The more challenging the scientific problem the better. Which might be why she was drawn to the field of AI engineering in the first place. What most people don't see is that she is also a soft touch. She's kind without expecting something in return, helps those she sees as in need, and manages to hide it behind a dry sense of humor and a job that actually has her telling people, "That's classified." She also has a wicked temper. It's not obvious at first, she doesn't explode and rain fire and brimstone down on those who cross her path. Her temper isn't a thing of heat, it's cold dispassionate, and patient. She won't lash out in a fury. She will plan until the opportune moment presents itself before sticking a knife into your back if you betray her...and you'll never see it coming.<br/><br/>Even less obvious than the kindness she hides behind her work however, is the side of her that seeks a thrill, a burst of adrenaline that makes you want to scream in exhilaration. When she's not at work, it's not unknown for her to seek out clubs in the seedier areas of the city, walking through it in the middle of the night, seemingly, without a care in the world. Getting out at night is far easier to arrange than more high-risk sports like sky-diving and base jumping...though she does those too when time, money, and season allow.<br/><br/>Ons: Most things that can be done between two people are fair game unless on the "Offs" list.<br/><br/>Offs: ungerage, mutilation, scat, urine, bestiality, necro (most anything else can be negotiated)<br/></div></div><br/><br/>---<br/><br/><br/>Name: Marie Feodorovna, although she is derisively known throughout the corporate world as "the Apple Polisher" or just "Apple Mary"<br/>Age: 32<br/>Human<br/>Gender: Female<br/>Affiliation: Freelance Facilitator (Public Relations Expert and Legal Consultant Specializing in International Business)<br/><br/><div style="text-align: right;">Appearance:<br/> (http://i.imgur.com/jh5YYhO.png)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Back Story: Of Danish descent, Miss Feodorovna learned early on in life that appearance trumps substance every time. Born with an impressive memory and an exotic beauty, she would argue that while her mind has proven to be an asset as she has continued to establish a place for herself as a freelancer, her face is what got her foot in the door with ZEUS initially. <br/><br/>Originally hired on as a secretary for the Director of Public Relations for the French branch of Zealand Energy, she was notorious as the whistleblower who exposed a multi million dollar embezzlement scheme within her first 60 days of employment. This earned gratitude and suspicion in equal parts from the Board of Directors, who rewarded her with an increase of pay and moved her to the considerably more pleasant Hong Kong base. They also rewarded her with an intense background check. <br/><br/>It set off more than a few alarm bells as they compiled the scant information on her. There was suspicions that perhaps some government or corporation had engineered her for espionage given her apparent genius. Self educated, she inexplicably had mastery of six languages, a degree in international finance, certification as an officer of the court in twelve countries, knighthood in Italy, diplomatic immunity in Agentina, etc... Her aptitude tests were reissued and she scored exactly in the 87th percentile, which matched her original score. An average score, that wouldn't arouse any suspicions at a glance, except for the fact she had managed to receive the same score. Variance of up to 5% was not uncommon given the nature of the aptitude test.<br/><br/>It became apparent that she had made 87% intentionally. It also became apparent that even if she were clever enough to beat the test, no one was clever enough to achieve what she had by the tender age of 17. In addition to the higher pay, the China Branch was notorious for something else that had apparently escaped Marie's attention. Extremely spotty human rights laws coupled with quite rigid corporate protection. <br/><br/>Taken in for auditing, under two weeks of torture a clearer picture of Marie Feodorovna took shape. She was certainly no genius, aside from her freakish capacity for memorization. The majority of her degrees and titles were forgeries or obtained via bribery or trickery. An adroit natural con artist, after a brief period of rehabilitation, she returned to the payroll with a sizable bonus and a five year contract. They did not dismantle her collection of degrees and certifications, rather embracing the leverage it offered over her should she ever be tempted to be less than straight forward with Zealand Energy again.<br/><br/>Over the next decade, the illegitimacy of her credentials would become a moot point, as she established herself as a hotly desired commodity within the hierarchy of ZEUS. With a reputation of discretion, loyalty and creativity, she worked her way up the ladder attached to the side of ever more influential share holders. She served as combination accountant, notary, legal adviser, sex toy, confidant, drug supplier and occasionally body guard for whomever she was assigned. When her contract ran out, she declined re upping it despite the massive increase in pay, preferring to work freelance.<br/><br/>Working on a month to month basis now, she insists on being privately funded directly by her employer and not his/her corporation to assure her clients of her loyalty. Her numerous psyche profiles during her employment with ZEUS confirm that her loyalty is where the paycheck is, marking her as personality code black. Currently living in SC, she has numerous contacts both in the corporate world and more than a few with the Kings and Kremlin. <br/><br/>She operates under the banner of a "Facilitator" and is of great assistance to anyone in whose employ she finds herself.</div></div>