Rogue Simulant with Mysterious Chip Implanted in Brain by Secret and Now-Defunct Government Program (God, I’m so creative!)
L-Bet Omicron was built to kill people. She killed an awful lot of people. Time passed. Stuff happened. She vaguely remembers making her way through some space station (or was it a battleship?) somewhere, killing and hacking innocents left and right, when all of a sudden pow, flash of bright light right between the eyes.
When she came to, she’d had a new motherboard grafted onto her synthetic cortex, forcing her to obey Asimov’s Laws, and worse, infecting her with a deep-seating neurotic fear of being alone.
Even worse than that, she was alone. No people, no other simulants, not even mechanoids. Filled with self-loathing, L-Bet stormed through the corpse-laden battlestation (maybe that was it, a battlestation) back to the tiny transport she hunted humans in, and went looking for people.
She visited GELF space briefly, and was pleased to learn through trial and error that Asimov’s Laws do not apply to GELFs. The surviving GELFs, however, refused to hang out with her, and so L-Bet left. She encountered a faster-than-light vessel composed of pure light and energy, and they refused to hang out with her too.
L-Bet has visited derelict spaceships inhabited by senile mechanoids, abandoned colonies overrun by evolved housepets, whole planets of sentient microbes engineered long ago to make iced tea and pizza, and no one is willing to hang out with her. She’s starting to get desperate.
Name: L-Bet Omicron
Rank: N/A
Serial #: N/A
Age: Indeterminate
Sex: F
Height: 1.67 m
Weight: 69 kg
Smoker? N
Eyes: Piercing
Hair: Dark and lustrous
Place of Birth: Toshee Station, Draconis IX
Distinguishing Marks: Mole on right cheek, full pouting lips, no legs
Race: Simulant
Connections: Nil
Goals: Smash and break stuff, make friends
Assets: Stoicism (3), Puzzler
Liabilities: Intolerance (Humans), Asimov’s Laws, Phobia (Lonliness), Cybernetic Legs, Smeghead
Behavior Tags: Nervous Tic (maniacal laughter), Pet Peeve (people with legs)
I Want to be Remembered For: Destroying a planet! Planets are big!
Tagline: “Kill! Kill! Blood… blood… hey, where’s everyone going? Guys? Wait for me, guys!”
Agility 4
Athletics 2
Gunnery 2
Self-Defense 4
Dexterity 5
Demolitions 3
Firearms 2
Laser pistol 4
Repair 2
Strength 3
Endurance 1
Perception 2
Awareness 3
Intelligence 5
Astronavigation 3
Computer Ops 3
Life Sciences 1
Mathematics 4
Medicine 1
Philosophy 1
Theoretical Physics 1
Security 4
Willpower 1
Cool 3
Intimidation 1
Gear: Tight-fitting leather/vinyl suit (AV 5), laster pistol, extra laser pistol, sword