Sheen Patell's Examination.

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Simple Missteps [Adrian Verinos]

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Patell. Sheen.

Name: Sheen. Although she was created without a surname, she adopted the surname of her late creator, Lawrence Patell.

Gender: Female.

Birthday and Age: If by birthday, you mean Date of Activation, it would be July 12th. While in human years she's only six or so, she was created as eternally nineteen.

Occupation: Runs her own tech support business. 'Sheen's Machine Support'.

Personality:
STRENGTHS;; Stubborn, Intelligent, Intimidating, Shameless, Sharp-Tongued
FLAWS;; Stubborn, Pompous, Cynical, Naive, Disobedient, Defiant, Childish, Hydrophobic
QUIRKS;; Sheen is blunt. Painfully blunt. And with the lacking of a morality gauge, she'll often say or do the worst thing at the worst time. She also sees nothing wrong with physically harming someone, or just taking something she wants. She has a painfully dry sense of humor, and usually doesn't get much of anybody else's sarcasm or the like. While she will almost always help people, she enjoys making them work for it. What fun would it be if she just gave it to them?

She isn't shy in the slightest. She'll often talk to strangers as if they were old friends. As if she had any, though. Even in the rare case that people try to get close to her, she keeps them distant. And more than likely, everything she tells you is a lie. If you get her name, you'll be lucky.

But then again, she does have those moodswings. It really is a grab bag with her.

Appearance: Nothing about Sheen would give off the fact that she's not human. She looks just like an average girl... well, save for the hair. And they eyes. But that could be chalked up to dye and contacts.

Standing at a *very* threatening 4'11, Sheen obviously makes everybody she passes quiver in their boots. Alright, so not really. She carries a taser in case somebody does threaten her, though. You'd never know.

Her hair began a shade of platinum blond, with a tinge of red in it. Quickly, it began turning green. That would be due to the copper base of her artificial hair-- which is also why it doesn't grow. And why it's nearly impossible to brush.

Her eyes are bright yellow. That was error or Lawrence's part-- a typo in the hexidecimal.

Sheen walks lightly on her toes. Most people think it's to make her seem taller, but actually... well, they're right. She has slightly higher-than-average endurance, speed, strength... nothing too unusual, and nothing too unbelievable.

Story: Lasheena Patell managed to kill herself with her power. She was young, though... only about ten or eleven. She was trying to fiddle with a security system, disable the, as she called it, 'shocky fence'. She didn't know how, but she thought she'd be able to figure it out.

She couldn't, and instead activated it on herself, which mixed with her power, killed her.

Her grandfather (who had always been like a father to her) was struck with grief. An inventor, he set to work. The next four years of his life were dedicated to trying to revive her. Unfortunately, he couldn't. He did find a way to build a robot replica, though, with a mix of DNA and mechanics, four years later, Lasheena 2.0 was activated.

He called her Sheen, short for Machine.

While the looks were there, the personality was not. Instead of the sweet and bubbly girl, Sheen was seemingly emotionless. Sure, he made her nineteen so she wouldn't make such foolish mistakes-- but he still missed his little girl. This made him bed-ridden with illness, and he eventually passed just three years after activating Sheen.

Sheen, now, was left without anyone to turn to, with no personality, and no clue why she couldn't remember the first nineteen years of her life, or why she wasn't aging.

Nor did she know that talking to computers wasn't normal.

It's that which led her to curiously digging around in Lawrence's old files and finding her own coding. Curious, she fiddled with it... 'what's the worst that can happen?'

She broke.

Or rather, she fixed herself.

Every emotion, came rushing in at once. Memories and future, voices and thoughts, grief and happiness. It kind of drove her mad. This is the reason for her swift and extreme mood changes-- faulty coding.

A morality gauge was one of the key things missing. Lawrence remembered to put it in, of course... but upon seeing it in the coding, Sheen wondered why she'd need it, and simply removed it.

She still lives in the dingy two-room apartment that her grandfather lived and died in, although it's gone over quite a change. With kleptomaniac hands like hers, you're bound to get a revamp.

Ability: Technopathy: Sheen has amazing control over technology. However, something even she doesn't know. Every time she infiltrates the coding of another piece of technology, her coding grows more and more faulty. It'll be years before anything drastic happens... but something small could change at any given moment. When she began her training, she had to physically by touching the piece of technology. However, after six years of training, she can now be at a proximity of about ten yards. When she's infiltrating the code, her body is in a trance, and is completely vulnerable. She can see, hear, feel, nothing. Although if she is jerked, then she's pulled from the code and back into reality, which leaves her disoriented for quite a while. She can stay in the code for almost two days, as long as nobody disturbs her physical form. She has no sense of time when she's in the code.

How to begin, kana, kana~