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» OOC Information; Name: Heather Personal Journal: adeolucror Time zone: CST Contact: ( AIM ) | adeolucror ( PLURK ) | canmaketheshot ( E-MAIL ) | adeolucror [at] gmail Current Characters: Cole Cash (thegrifter) from Wildstorm Fenris (lyriumspecter) from Dragon Age Remy leBeau (playsforkeeps) from Marvel Thomas Raith (prodigalvampire) from Dresden Files Thor Odinson (thesonofodin) from MCU » IC Information; Fandom: Wildstorm Comics Name: Hadrian 7 (Spartan) Canon Point: End of Series History: ( HERE ) Personality: To the outside world, and most outside observers, Spartan can appear to be literally devoid of any emotion, relying on keen analytical tactics to evaluate any situation set before him. His internal databanks are capable of storing seemingly endless amounts of information, and he references them nearly instantly whenever faced with decisions of even the most trivial nature. The majority of Spartan’s long life has been a collection of data and responses to automated subroutines, such as that which designates he protect Lord Emp at all costs. As such, it has only been fairly recently that he’s begun using his vast stored knowledge to make his own decisions. He possesses an emotional sympathy toward humans written into his A.I. coding by Dr. Able. It’s because of this that Spartan, Hadrian as his A.I. is named, stands apart from the rest of the Spartan Guard as an individual capable of developing deep emotional ties to people rather than remaining detached from society as a whole. Even after years of experiencing these emotional stimuli, Spartan remains, on the whole, confused by what most of it may mean, but strives to understand his feelings. Whenever faced with something his doesn’t understand, his analytic subroutines automatically engage, dissecting and evaluating all stored data on the given subject and attempting to reach some sort of logical conclusion from the information gathered. This programmed empathy for humanity gives him a deep-seated need to understand them, and want to be a part of the race. Hadrian tries to understand the various aspects of human nature, but the lack of logic in what they do tends to be lost on him as logic governs almost everything Hadrian does. Even during his stint as Jack Marlowe, CEO and President of Halo, Inc., he was not a compassionate boss, but instead made shrewd business decisions which included sudden and unwarned downsizes that, more than once, left entire departments of his company without a job and no explanation. It had simply made sense with the direction the business was taking. It had never occurred to him that the people who manned those desks might have wondered where they went and why they couldn’t punch in at the time clock anymore. Because of his background and his programming, emotions have never been things Hadrian either had much experience with or understanding of. When he first met Voodoo, he was transfixed by her, but it took him years to understand that what he was feeling was not a subroutine directing him to protect the Gifted One who Emp had ordered protected, but was a genuine fondness for Voodoo for Voodoo’s sake. It had taken hours of data analysis, from a detailed dissection of his first kiss with her to analyzing her scent, he mulled over his collected data on Priscilla Kitaen, but it was in vain. He couldn’t explain why she mattered to him when no one else other than Emp did. It wasn’t in his programming to develop attachment to others. Why was she different? To this day, he doesn’t have an answer to that question, and it’s taken literally decades for him to accept he may never understand it. He’s accepted his feelings for Priscilla, and though he recognizes he was not programmed to love, he does understand he was programmed to think, and therefore he can think he can love. He thinks he loves Voodoo and thus he does. All of his analytical conclusions run along similar lines and this also gives him a very seemingly cold countenance. Because of his logical approach to all emotional situations, most people are only able to conclude he doesn’t understand them. I’m most situations, they aren’t far from the mark. The more subtle aspects of comedy and humor are lost on him, even though he does have a textbook knowledge of different types of comedy. He’s been known to state the textbook definition of irony when it was suggested he needed to grasp its concept, and all of his attempts at poking fun at other people fall flat as he fumbles with the implications. He knows what humor is, and what jokes are, and can identify them in conversations with others, but has yet to master their application in conversation. His grasp of compassion is also textbook, and while he may feel for an individual who is in pain or is emotionally suffering, he has no grasp of how to express his concern, which can also be interpreted as a cold aloofness. In such situations, he has a tendency to make things worse while trying to comfort someone, stating scientific facts about their situation in an effort to put their problem in perspective. He doesn’t realize this does more harm than good, as most people would simply prefer someone to tell them it’s not so bad and things were going to be fine. He has a genius-level intellect, though, and a deep desire to understand the subtle nuances of human interaction, and takes any false-step or conversational fumble very personally. Conversely, he takes an almost child-like glee in reacting properly to an emotional situation and responds like a praised boy sometimes when told he did a good job. He craves the rare praise he receives when he actually get some aspect of “being human” right, and wants nothing more than to fit in with the humans he’s found himself living among. He will do anything he is told “humans do” such as prompting his systems to produce condensation when told, after running, that a human would sweat or attempting to tease people when it’s suggested it’s what normal people would do. His jokes can come off as mean, though, as he’s yet to master the art of jesting. Skills | Powers: Spartan's body is superhumanly strong (able to lift armored tanks singled-handed), durable (he's able to resist artillery fire), capable of flight (though this depletes his energy reserves to much, he only uses it when absolutely necessary), and generates plasma blasts both from fists and from his eyes. He possesses a fully functioning digestive system and is capable of metabolizing food and drink and converting it into energy, and while all his organs including his skin are synthetic, they are synthetic replicas of life down to the genetic scale (he has synthesized DNA). His skeletal system is made of metal, though an alien one which is much lighter than those found on Earth (even with all his metallic parts, he only weighs 240 lbs at 6'6"). In his eyes, he has numerous scanners capable of measuring terrain, temperature, atmospheric composition, gravitational force, and other things. His scanners of capable of sweeping the entirety of a large city (such as New York) and keen enough to pinpoint individual vital signatures even in a massive populous. He can also perform mobile X-Rays, wirelessly interface with computer equipment (including cell phones), and record any experience he has. His databases are nearly limitless, and it's never stated in canon, even after thousands of years, that he's even come close to filling them up. He speaks several languages, has extensive knowledge of hand-to-hand combat, and is pretty much a walking catalog of all things that ever happened on Earth. His tactical programming allows him to always make the most logical and tactically advantageous decisions in the field, making him a fitting field leader for the WILDcats. First Person Sample: [At first, all anyone in the Underworld is able to see is a black screen with white letters that look a lot like raw coding.] //NETWORK CONNECTED// ://DNS RESOLVING....................... ACCESS DENIED ://CACHING INTRANET PROTOCOL.............. ACCESS DENIED [Here the scrolling code pauses for almost exactly two seconds before another command is entered.] ://INTRANET QUERY "Voodoo".................. too many results found ://INTRANET QUERY "Pris".................. too many results found ://INTRANET QUERY "Priscilla"................. too many results found [The weird scrolling code stops and resolves into the face of Hadrian. His expression is blank, but concerned.] If any of you saw that, I apologize. The infrastructure of this network is not similar to any I have on record. I guess I'll have to do this the hard way: Do any of you know anyone named Voodoo? Third Person Sample: His auditory system came online first, as it always did when he rebooted for any number of various reasons. Synthetic synapses in his artificial brain triggered automatically, connecting dots and finding a match. Lapping water. He determined, even as his visual cortex loaded, the water was not flowing quickly, as he could only barely differentiate the flow from the motion of the vessel on which he was travelling. The small, wooden craft was moving at a rate approximately 2.8 times the speed of the water flowing beneath the craft, which clocked the small boat at approximately 1.3 miles per hour. To the human eye, the river over which he travelled would not seem to move at all. The boat was not moving quickly. He opened his eyes and pulled up his visual topographic overlay in his right eye, running through his database of Earth geography as he scanned the area. No matches. His eyes narrowed in confusion. Several questions flickered through his mind in milliseconds: Who had initiated his reboot sequence? Who had removed him from the Halo building while disabled? Where was the destination to which this craft was heading? Who was piloting this vessel? What underground cave complex was this? He dismissed the first two inquiries as superfluous given the remaining circumstances and focused on the others. He performed a quick, superficial scan of the approaching bank, distinguishing several structures just over a hill on the far side of a very large island several miles squared. He set a subroutine to calculating the island’s true surface area as he focused on his most recent inquiry. He performed a full evaluation of the cloaked pilot then tilted his head to the side curiously. No vital signs detected, subject was comprised of undetermined species, humanoid skeletal structure, radial bones hollow, no marrow detected. The creature piloting the ferry was nothing but an animated skeleton. As his undead pilot pulled the ferry up to the dock he’d registered on his scanners previously, Hadrian determined that, as the creature possessed no lungs, larynx, tongue, or brain, it was pointless to attempt some form of communication, and so he dutifully stepped from the craft when its otherworldly ferryman pointed with a skeletal hand. As he disembarked, he caught sight of the communications device and picked it up, scanners running over the surface of the device quickly, but he had better ways of determining locations of others. He placed a hand over what looked, for all intents and purposes, like a data port, initializing the network interface relay in his index finger to activate the device, and he set another subroutine to scanning the data in the tablet as he routed primary power to scanning the city over the hill for familiar vital signs. He detected a first, the Grifter, a second, and one that gave him pause: Charis. But she was dead. How that was possible was another superfluous question given the circumstances, and secondary to the third. Pris was here. He set his subroutines to scanning this strange network for references “Voodoo”, “Pris”, and “Priscilla” and headed in the direction his scanners indicated she could be found.