Full Name: Gone by 417 (Error: Request Failed) or simply Hiroto.
Gender:Male.
Age: 22.
Sexuality:Straight.
Personality: He's what's known as a trouble maker. He enjoys the arts of rebelling against things and stirring up trouble. He's hot headed and loves to be a smart-alec when the opportunity arises. He's pretty chill when he's not causing mischief, but he is easily found causing trouble. It's difficult to get him to take someone seriously, though he's not a flirt and could often care less of romance.
Looks: He's nearly around 6'1", though this is mainly because of how he is engineered. He's found wearing objects that often cover up his robotic parts. He has a bionic leg, and his head is entirely bionic, despite appearing human. He has black hair that is normally tied back when he's casual, though can often be down in the eyes of public.
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Likes: Energy drinks, computers, technology, video games, cars in general.
Dislikes: Being judged for what he is, being rejected, fruits/vegetables, being lectured or called childish.
Hobbies: His hobbies include graffiti art, computer hacking, program hacking, or anything involving technology.
Backstory: From a young age, two eager scientists decided to have a child, which had turned out to be a set of twins. They grew to love these children, but used them as test subjects. However, as the tests initiated, a boy proved softer than his sister. He began to think for himself after being genetically modified, breaking the system's code. He broke the brain, leading him to be a failure. They did try to recycle him, however, they wiped his memory, leaving him to escape on his own among the world, his sister having a different fate.
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Scenario: "Shoot!" You exclaim loudly in utter frustration, gripping the sides of your hair as you squint in anger. You'd lost your car keys in the dark, leaving them somewhere on the ground. You try to squat down, patting the ground in hopes to locate them.
However, you hear nearly the sound of a metal clanking, prompting you to look up. You raise an eyebrow, only to see a fairly shaded man approach you. "That's pretty dangerous, you know," he speaks out, though there seems to be a odd tone in his voice. "You should at least use a light." With this, his arm glows gently with an artificial light, prompting your reaction.
