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| User: | callmemister (87364) |
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| Name: | Mister Bunny | |||||||||
| E-mail: | talljacksoe@yahoo.com | |||||||||
| AOL IM: |  tekamatonic (Add Buddy, Send Message) | |||||||||
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| Bio: | Where to begin? The beginning is probably best, but how much sense that makes, and how well it works, well, that remains to be seen. You see, sometime in the 24th century, mankind began creating what are known as “AI’s,” Artificial Intelligences, robots of a sort, that were autonomous, completely capable of thinking for themselves. They were embowered with nanites, very small machines that helped them in their endeavors. They were created for a myriad of tasks, this one to live inside molten metal as an aid to metal workers, that one to control the weather, one all powerful one known as Mother to control the world. But others were created as well, many for less then altruistic reasons. Artificial intelligences built into living weapons, into torture devices, into bombs themselves. Creatures created for the pure joy of destruction. And then there was a mistake. Oh, he could have been wonderful, true enough. Given a body capable fo both great speed and strength, enhanced senses to spot the way, a mind capable of solving even the most devious puzzles, and the capability for mass destruction, he could have been perfect, could have been a wonder to whatever side he chose. But his maker was a geek. Decided to base the mindset and personality of this wonderous being on a 20th century web comic. So, in addition to all of the above, he was given a fierce hatred for telemarketers, a driving desire to kill Santa Claus (who doesn’t even fisking exist!), a love of both baywatch and hard alcohol, the intense need to bond with a nerdboy who he can torture, then, worst of all, the overriding need to cause problems for his side, and to spread chaos whoever he went. And then they locked it all in the body of a mini-lop, with opposable thumbs. His birthplace and creator were destroyed in an ‘accidental’ nuclear explosion five days after his birth. In the AI wars that followed, he helped both sides, robot and human, who ever would honor his deal. He earned the enmity of the created race known as elves, by proving to be a true force of chaos. But he was one of only a handful of sentient AI’s to survive the war and following purge. Time passed. In the 26th century, a Great Crisis wiped out all the telemarketers. It was his best job ever, even if it did free up a lot of his spare time. And then the fall happened. Humanity had risen to the utmost, had whatever it wanted, and it was all gone, in an instant. From high tech to medieval, in the blink of an eye. And The Rabbit, as he’s known, Mister Bunny to others, found himself needed again. First on one side, then on the other, he sold his services to whoever would have him, a mercenary for hire, a force of chaos, and once more, able to do something in the world. The Rabbit is something of a chauvinist, but then, he treats everyone poorly. He considers himself top dog, but respects those with fighting skills and a backbone. He works always to spread Chaos where ever he might be. The Rabbit is property of John Ringo and his fun series that starts with "There Will be Dragons." I play him for absolutely no profit, cause who could get profit from RP | |||||||||
| Schools: | None listed | |||||||||
| Friends: | None listed. | |||||||||
| Friend of: | 5: aequitas_right, catx5_452_fever, cpt_starbuck, faithinthedark, lucas_roe | |||||||||
| Member of: | 1: the_attic | |||||||||
| Account type: | Free Patient | |||||||||
