About the Girl

 

She didn't always have this name. She still remembers her actual one, but there's no point in using it anymore.

The girl was the only daughter to a rather wealthy family, or at least a suitable replacement, and her childhood was as cushy as one could expect it to be. While her parents doted on her, she was put through the ringer, taking lessons from numerous private tutors while in school and taking other lessons to become a proper lady. She tackled everything thrown at her and began to excel academically.

As such, when it came to the later years of her adolescence, she began to rack up accolades. Science fair ribbons, scholarships, contests... She won the majority of what she entered, but her parents only focused on her failures. "Why didn't you perform at your best? You're better than second place! What would your tutors say if you showed them this!?" were the usual things she heard from her parents. She didn't complain... she simply continued, while resentment and depression began to settle into her mind.

It all came to a head one day when she was walking home from another fair in the town. Third place this time. She knew what she was going to hear once she stepped inside the house, so she made sure to take the long scenic route home. It would've been nice... but then a car came, swerving a bit on the road. The girl hadn't thought anything of it before it suddenly ran the red light in front of her and swerved... directly at her.

She had no clue how long she'd been out, but she had come to on a hospital bed and having no feeling in... anywhere. She simply felt numb. Needles and tubes of fluid were connected in positions all around her and she could barely turn her head. She swore that she heard a voice. "Looks like you've had a run of bad luck, kid. Sorry, but it's probably going to continue... Up the anesthetic." Once more, she blacked out.

She was maybe 15 at the time of the accident, where she was reported dead. She never got to see her parents again, and the first time she looked in a mirror, she didn't recognize the person staring back. The same voice she faintly heard on the table belonged to a man in a suit. He never explained what organization he was with or their goals. He only told her what he needed her to do. He explained how they saved her, how her body had changed. How they'd transferred her consciousness into a small chip. He showed her how to shoot a gun. He taught her how to kill, and how to feel nothing when doing it. He taught her how her eyes worked now, and what all the numbers meant. Why she needed glasses to see normally. It was just like having another tutor... and so, she simply learned and listened dutifully.

As of now, she hasn't seen that man in years. They broke apart after Van seemed to understand her situation. Every once in a while, a letter comes in the mail with a picture, a name and a location. As always, the girl simply does as she's told. She can't make money off what she loves if she's dead, after all.

 

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About Her Model Line

In short, a Machina is a living machine. It started as an experiment to see if robots could reproduce like humans. Turns out they kind of can with the right structure in place. Every Machina has a central control structure called an Extended Existence chip. (or EX Chip for short). Without an EX chip, a Machina will cease all function within three hours. It also doesn't help that an EX chip is extremely sensitive to the elements.

Fixing this problem isn't that hard. A Machina just needs to be built with a specialized unit to create, maintain, and transfer EX chips to other chassis. Because of this, creating another Machina would take ridiculous amounts of time. Years of precise work in uncomfortable positions. The tradeoff is as long as the EX chip is intact, it can be transferred and all of the Machina's data can be transferred to operate another body.

Machina are generally deployed as assistants or workers, thus their look is very robotic or golem-like. Some more sophisitcated ones, generally created by other Machina, look to be more humanoid. All generally boast a sophisticated AI.