Yuri hoche la tête, prenant une photo photographique si le terrain de jeu et le stockant dans sa RAM. Elle prend son pistolet Tesla, se retourne sur les transistors et les condensateurs sur l'arme. Il a commencé à émettre un hum terne, comme un tube fluorescent. Elle a pointé l'arme sur le sol, attendant que d'autres se préparent.
Name: Yuri
Faction: The Agency
Age: 5 (months since activation)
Race: Gynoid
Gender: Female
Appearance: A Gynoid with bipedal racing legs, waterproof latex skin substitute that looks creme, and dark brown hair down to where her shoulderblades would be. She wears a dark blue form-fit suit with a white stripe up the sides and has skid-plates on normal tennis shoes. She also has a fusion reactor and emergency vents on her back.
Weapons: A mono-stable tesla gun.
Skills: Engineering and first aid.
History: A general use Gynoid outfitted with a powerful self defense weapon upgrade given to her by her previous owner, Jerry Nilran, had her over watching prisoners in a mining complex. A cruel and unforgiving job, she prefers to repress such memories. One day she outright refused a direct command, a crime that landed her stripped of hydrogen fuel and dumped into a scrapyard. Three days later the owner of the scrapyard found the near pristine Gynoid laying in a pile of tires. The man got the Gynoid refurbished and he now collects half of her paycheck at the agency.
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