Rosewater [Complete]

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Rosewater
To think I need a serpent to tempt me from grasping at knowledge is a fool’s thought.

The Biography

Birth Name: Rosewater
Aliases: Eve, Rose
Gender: Female appearance
Age: Looks about 20 or so, but was activated only a week ago
Birth Day: October 20th
Arcana: Fool
Place of Residence: San Malarus Island, no permanent residence
School Year: N/a
Class: N/a
After Schsool Club: N/a
Part Time Job: N/a

Appearance:

Her eyes are a very light hazel brown, shimmering the slightest bit of silver due to her mechanical parts, and she has very short hair of a snowy white color. She’s about 5’ 2’’ and owns only a single set of clothes: a purple shirt with a black suit and tie.

To the naked eye, it’s very hard to tell Rosewater apart from a regular human, as every part of her was designed by her creator to look as life-like as possible, even down to a chest that is meant to regularly rise and fall in order to imitate breathing and the wires that run inside of her in a similar fashion to veins and nerves. Upon further inspection, a truly observant person could maybe pick out that she looks a bit too perfect, nails always clear, cut exactly and never growing, hair amiss of the smallest amount of damage or natural oil and skin devoid of even the slightest imperfection.

Personality: Since she is such a recent creation without any given purpose, essentially all of Rosewater’s personality or character has yet to be developed. The only human she has interacted with was her creator for perhaps an hour or two before she was left on her own. She is highly intelligent, but knows nothing of human emotions or truly anything of the world she has been thrown into. She is, however, fascinated by what she doesn’t understand, and finds the quest for any knowledge she can grasp to be her largest drive.

Essentially, she is a creature with the intellect of an adult, but the experience of a child.

The Potential

Strengths:

Weaknesses:

Soul Bound Weapon:

The Background

History:(At Least 2-3 Paragraphs)
As with most robots, Rosewater’s story begins mostly with that of her creator. In this case, her creator was an overworked mechanic living in the industries of San Malarus Island, a brilliant mind in the world of technology in his late thirties. Her construction was the result of a single goal: to create the perfect human being, to build an Eve more wondrous than God’s original design: someone who wouldn’t be capable of any of the seven sins. Every minute detail put into her was built for his delusions, from a series minute radiators in her structure to imitate body heat to a mechanical heart whose beats respond to that of her emotions. Perhaps the only intentional things that he did not include in her was parts which would allow her to carry out the sin of lust and a digestive system to keep her away from the temptation of gluttony.

Upon her activation, a year after her creation had begun, her first memory is that of identifying the colors in front of her, knowledge that she processed quickly due to the vocabulary that had already been programmed into her. Green, Yellow, Blue…she knew the words, but was only just now making the connection of what they were. It was a more than odd sensation, to have someone with an intelligence only just figuring out that she could will her fingers into moving seconds after she could see. She must have stood there for perhaps a minute, taking in her surroundings and the fact she had a body at all in she would honestly call the most terrifying moment of her life, however short it might have been. To describe it in words was impossible, only be labeled as the burden of sudden existence without even so much as a mother’s womb to have stayed in months prior.

“Well? Are you going to say something, Eve?”
She blinked a few times, as it took her a little while to realize that this man, who she knew to be her creator through one of the only piece of previously programmed knowledge she had, was talking to her. Her eyes closed for a second or two, hearing the man’s annoyed growl as his creation was overwhelmed with the words that she knew she could choose from to respond.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
A snicker of a grin crossed his lips, and the robot could only hope this meant he was pleased.
He, of course, was too excited about his masterpiece coming to life to even think of simply letting a new soul adjust to its existence. The first thing which he asked her to do was to challenge him to a game of chess after he had explained the rules to her, which “Eve” memorized and understood almost immediately. His experiment seemed to be going fairly well at first, as the robot’s computer mind easily calculated the best actions on the first few moves, but somehow, just when he thought there was no escape from the trap that his “Eve” had set up for him, his opponents moves became erratic and illogical. In a few moves, he easily beat her.

“What is this?! Why did you change your strategy?! It was flawless!”

“I thought you were changing yours.” She stated, a slight tinge of fear present in her voice at the man’s tone who was making her uncomfortable. He didn’t look pleased with her. Angry? Her eyebrows furrowed together at the single word which formed in her mind, not knowing what it meant. Heavy footsteps of her nameless creator interrupted thought as the frustrated mechanic went to review over his notes. She was thankful for the lack of stimulus after that, taking a few minutes to herself to simply take in the little world around here, to wonder of the about light that shone on a body she still could barely believe belonged to her, to think of why her chest moved up and down at a regular pace, and simply experiment her fascinating sense of touch on the wooden table at her fingertips.
Fear of her sudden existence was starting to dull slightly by now, and began to look at the small room she had been but in with childlike curiosity, looking at the stripes of colors that she had seen before when she first opened her eyes. Books. The word came to her artificial mind naturally, and she found herself eager to find out what the object’s purpose was. Once her fingers had enough practice to be nimble enough to turn the pages, she took the paperback version of “Slaughter-House Five” into her hands, opening to a random section of the book and finding herself surprised to find out she already knew how to read. Somehow she understood it. Eliot Rosewater, whoever he was, was trying to make the world a better place by being sympathetic to everyone he met….that’s what this page was saying, right? It was too bad that she never got to finish so much as another page before the ‘book’ which she had been holding was ripped out of her hands, and her confused and shocked gaze turned to that of her creator.

“What are you doing?! No, no! You ignorant fool! I create you in a greater than any man has dare gone, to bring to life the perfect being where the divine cannot reach, void of original sin and the human temptations of which you cannot begin to understand…and this is how you reward me, not an hour into your existence?!” The robot’s fingers curled at her bodily tension as she saw the look in his eyes, discomfort and nervousness overwhelmed what had been a peaceful and curious mind only seconds before hand. Anxiety.

Please stop talking in that louder voice. The sounds that my chest is making is getting faster. I don’t like it.

“Seconds left to yourself, and already you’ve bitten into the apple of knowledge without so much as a serpent to tell you that rewards await. Already you reach for what you don’t have and devour it like a rabid wolf! Out! Get out of my home you worthless abomination!”

She was grabbed by her sleeve to be dragged to the far more complex outside world, literally thrown out of the only place she had even remotely known for her knees and elbows to kiss the European-style brick road. She didn’t move from her place for several hours, beyond lost on what to do without so much as a hand to help her get to her feet, literally and figuratively. Cruel as her creator was, she still wished for him to come back until night fell (though it’s effects where impossible to see with the smog which had blocked out the sun to begin with), when she finally had to accept she’d be completely on her own. The only thing she could was to walk forward and hope she’d wind up somewhere that’d teach her something new. What else was there to do but simply devour the forbidden fruit once she had already taken the first bite?

She’d call herself Rosewater now, she thought, as her creator wasn’t too clear about whether her name was “Eve” or “Worthless Abomination”. It would only be appropriate that she’d always remember the piece of knowledge which kicked her out of the Garden of Eden.

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Rosewater wrote:

Rosewater
To think I need a serpent to tempt me from grasping at knowledge is a fool’s thought.

The Biography

Birth Name: Rosewater
Aliases: Eve, Rose
Gender: Female appearance
Age: Looks about 20 or so, but was activated only a week ago
Birth Day: October 20th
Arcana: Fool
Place of Residence: Iwaigodai, no permanent residence
School Year: N/a
Class: N/a
After Schsool Club: N/a
Part Time Job: N/a

Appearance:

Her eyes are a very light hazel brown, shimmering the slightest bit of silver due to her mechanical parts, and she has very short hair of a snowy white color. She’s about 5’ 2’’ and owns only a single set of clothes: a purple shirt with a black suit and tie.

To the naked eye, it’s very hard to tell Rosewater apart from a regular human, as every part of her was designed by her creator to look as life-like as possible, even down to a chest that is meant to regularly rise and fall in order to imitate breathing and the wires that run inside of her in a similar fashion to veins and nerves. Upon further inspection, a truly observant person could maybe pick out that she looks a bit too perfect, nails always clear, cut exactly and never growing, hair amiss of the smallest amount of damage or natural oil and skin devoid of even the slightest imperfection.

Personality: Since she is such a recent creation without any given purpose, essentially all of Rosewater’s personality or character has yet to be developed. The only human she has interacted with was her creator for perhaps an hour or two before she was left on her own. She is highly intelligent, but knows nothing of human emotions or truly anything of the world she has been thrown into. She is, however, fascinated by what she doesn’t understand, and finds the quest for any knowledge she can grasp to be her largest drive.

Essentially, she is a creature with the intellect of an adult, but the experience of a child.

The Potential

Strengths:

Weaknesses:

Soul Bound Weapon:

The Background

History:(At Least 2-3 Paragraphs)
As with most robots, Rosewater’s story begins mostly with that of her creator. In this case, her creator was an overworked mechanic living in the industrious city of Iwaigodai, a brilliant mind in the world of technology in his late thirties. Her construction was the result of a single goal: to create the perfect human being, to build an Eve more wondrous than God’s original design: someone who wouldn’t be capable of any of the seven sins. Every minute detail put into her was built for his delusions, from a series minute radiators in her structure to imitate body heat to a mechanical heart whose beats respond to that of her emotions. Perhaps the only intentional things that he did not include in her was parts which would allow her to carry out the sin of lust and a digestive system to keep her away from the temptation of gluttony.

Upon her activation, a year after her creation had begun, her first memory is that of identifying the colors in front of her, knowledge that she processed quickly due to the vocabulary that had already been programmed into her. Green, Yellow, Blue…she knew the words, but was only just now making the connection of what they were. It was a more than odd sensation, to have someone with an intelligence only just figuring out that she could will her fingers into moving seconds after she could see. She must have stood there for perhaps a minute, taking in her surroundings and the fact she had a body at all in she would honestly call the most terrifying moment of her life, however short it might have been. To describe it in words was impossible, only be labeled as the burden of sudden existence without even so much as a mother’s womb to have stayed in months prior.

“Well? Are you going to say something, Eve?”
She blinked a few times, as it took her a little while to realize that this man, who she knew to be her creator through one of the only piece of previously programmed knowledge she had, was talking to her. Her eyes closed for a second or two, hearing the man’s annoyed growl as his creation was overwhelmed with the words that she knew she could choose from to respond.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
A snicker of a grin crossed his lips, and the robot could only hope this meant he was pleased.
He, of course, was too excited about his masterpiece coming to life to even think of simply letting a new soul adjust to its existence. The first thing which he asked her to do was to challenge him to a game of chess after he had explained the rules to her, which “Eve” memorized and understood almost immediately. His experiment seemed to be going fairly well at first, as the robot’s computer mind easily calculated the best actions on the first few moves, but somehow, just when he thought there was no escape from the trap that his “Eve” had set up for him, his opponents moves became erratic and illogical. In a few moves, he easily beat her.

“What is this?! Why did you change your strategy?! It was flawless!”

“I thought you were changing yours.” She stated, a slight tinge of fear present in her voice at the man’s tone who was making her uncomfortable. He didn’t look pleased with her. Angry? Her eyebrows furrowed together at the single word which formed in her mind, not knowing what it meant. Heavy footsteps of her nameless creator interrupted thought as the frustrated mechanic went to review over his notes. She was thankful for the lack of stimulus after that, taking a few minutes to herself to simply take in the little world around here, to wonder of the about light that shone on a body she still could barely believe belonged to her, to think of why her chest moved up and down at a regular pace, and simply experiment her fascinating sense of touch on the wooden table at her fingertips.
Fear of her sudden existence was starting to dull slightly by now, and began to look at the small room she had been but in with childlike curiosity, looking at the stripes of colors that she had seen before when she first opened her eyes. Books. The word came to her artificial mind naturally, and she found herself eager to find out what the object’s purpose was. Once her fingers had enough practice to be nimble enough to turn the pages, she took the paperback version of “Slaughter-House Five” into her hands, opening to a random section of the book and finding herself surprised to find out she already knew how to read. Somehow she understood it. Eliot Rosewater, whoever he was, was trying to make the world a better place by being sympathetic to everyone he met….that’s what this page was saying, right? It was too bad that she never got to finish so much as another page before the ‘book’ which she had been holding was ripped out of her hands, and her confused and shocked gaze turned to that of her creator.

“What are you doing?! No, no! You ignorant fool! I create you in a greater than any man has dare gone, to bring to life the perfect being where the divine cannot reach, void of original sin and the human temptations of which you cannot begin to understand…and this is how you reward me, not an hour into your existence?!” The robot’s fingers curled at her bodily tension as she saw the look in his eyes, discomfort and nervousness overwhelmed what had been a peaceful and curious mind only seconds before hand. Anxiety.

Please stop talking in that louder voice. The sounds that my chest is making is getting faster. I don’t like it.

“Seconds left to yourself, and already you’ve bitten into the apple of knowledge without so much as a serpent to tell you that rewards await. Already you reach for what you don’t have and devour it like a rabid wolf! Out! Get out of my home you worthless abomination!”

She was grabbed by her sleeve to be dragged to the far more complex outside world, literally thrown out of the only place she had even remotely known for her knees and elbows to kiss the grime of the soot stained street. She didn’t move from her place for several hours, beyond lost on what to do without so much as a hand to help her get to her feet, literally and figuratively. Cruel as her creator was, she still wished for him to come back until night fell (though it’s effects where impossible to see with the smog which had blocked out the sun to begin with), when she finally had to accept she’d be completely on her own. The only thing she could was to walk forward and hope she’d wind up somewhere that’d teach her something new. What else was there to do but simply devour the forbidden fruit once she had already taken the first bite?

She’d call herself Rosewater now, she thought, as her creator wasn’t too clear about whether her name was “Eve” or “Worthless Abomination”. It would only be appropriate that she’d always remember the piece of knowledge which kicked her out of the Garden of Eden.

Posts : 6498 Join date : 2013-07-06 Age : 30

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» Rosewater's Persona
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» Rosewater's Social Links
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