ROISIN DOVE - Ireland

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Personality:
From the outside, Roisin appears to be genuinely happy person. She is almost always smiling: whether it is a wide grin, a fond smile, or a melancholy little tilt to her mouth. She does not complain, even when she a legitimate reason to, she will simply grin and bear it. She is patient even when the situation is trying and gentle even when people are abrasive. This does not make her a pushover by any means. She is very firm and it is nigh impossible to keep her from completing a task once she is set to do it. She may even cause damage to herself try to reach a goal. She tends to be a comforting personality, someone steady when times get rough: a port in a storm. She does have an unfortunate habit of being overly honest. She will be blunt to a point unless explicitly told not to speak about something.

There seems to be something internal driving her always forward. It is quiet, just simmering mostly, but every now and then it comes close to igniting again. When in conversation she is animated and attentive. She is very observant of other's needs and actively seeks to fill them. Sometimes she is even better at telling what a person needs than they are. She can become very protective of someone, and it may be the only time she refrains from smiling. There is something slightly detached about her, like an observer watching a movie. She does seem a bit more... natural when music is playing, and often fills her spare time with it. Altogether, she seems like a cheerful, productive bot.

Underneath this veneer though... well, who actually knows what goes on in a bot.

History:
ROISIN started her life as Erin Gallagher. She was the only daughter of a large family. They were decidedly middle class but on the lower end, the number of mouths they had to feed didn't help either. Despite any hardship they faced, she was lively and active. Erin worked hard throughout her life to make a way for herself, took every opportunity she could, and made the most of every advantage she had. Eventually she started to see a pay off. She was able to get a scholarship to the Eishoff University School of Music, hard to achieve due to having to physically attend classes. She was a musical virtuoso and managed to play "The Devil's Trill" in her audition tape.

For three years she pursued a major in Music Performance, specifically violin. During her childhood she had learned how to fiddle on an old Stradivarius that her Grandfather gave her. It was her only true possession of worth, so she took it with her to college. She earned good grades and was beginning to make a name for herself in the music community. There was no doubt she'd have a successful career once she graduated. She intended to use her job to help pay for her brothers' education. Unfortunately, that did not come to pass. During the winter semester of Erin's third year, she began having trouble getting up for classes, and was losing her appetite. She dismissed it as the winter blues. But it didn't get better. It got to the point where she was getting worn out just playing a concert. When she began throwing up every meal and experiencing sharp abdominal pains she got herself to a hospital.

They determined that she had cirrhosis of the liver, but couldn't figure out the cause. She was subjected to more than a week of tests that always turned up negative as she watched a yellow tinge start developing in her skin. Finally a liver biopsy revealed the answer. Erin was diagnosed with Primary biliary cirrhosis. Her body was destroying her liver. The condition was a rare autoimmune disease and it was already in its later stages. The doctors told her that if it continued unchecked she could die of liver failure. If that got under control, there was still a chance that she'd end up in a coma. There wasn't a cure. The doctors did assure her that treatments could slow down the progression and extend her life, but the fatigue would be debilitating.

Erin was devastated. She wouldn't be able to complete school or hold a job. They would never be able to afford tuition for her brothers. She could almost see her life falling apart around her. In a matter of months she had gone from promising star on the rise, to a financial burden. She couldn't live like that. She just couldn't. She wouldn't.

In a moment of bleak determination she got herself checked out from the university hospital. She made a quick trip back to her dorm room to retrieve her Stradivarius and locked her door for the last time. She made a stop at the post office and shipped all of the money she had and her cherished Stradivarius back to her house. Even if none of them played it, she wanted her brothers to have it. As soon as that was out of the way she walked down into the part of the city she had always been warned about as a child. There she found a man with a very bad reputation.

Her first year in the university she had had a roommate, a very sweet one, who had come from the lower class. She was a brilliant girl, who got a full ride scholarship, but she used to tell terrible stories about her part of town. She used to talk about all the people who went missing. She used to talk about gangs who got rich off of selling the kidnapped people. Most of the time, they thought it was standard human trafficking, but every now and then she'd tell Erin rumors about people who were sold to make bots. Erin always brushed it off as rumors, but then her roommate didn't come back from winter break. She took a trip to her roommate's house, where her parents told Erin that she was gone. She tried to convince them to contact the police about it, but they were too afraid. When she left she was stopped by a man, or more accurately, his gun. He warned her about sticking her nose where it didn't belong, and staying in her own part of town. For a while it remained an unsettling memory for her, until one day she saw a patron at one of her concerts with a bot that looked remarkably similar to her old roommate. She never felt right about bots afterwards.

Now she was standing face to face with that same man with the gun. She stated her terms simply. She knew what he did. She could expose him (a lie). She had nothing to lose. He was going to take her to the man who bought people from him. Remarkably, he did.

The blindfolded trip to his buyer was the most terrifying experience of her life. When the blind fold was removed, she found herself in a dark room, facing the silhouette of a large man with a glowing eye. She was exhausted from the fatigue and she was sure her legs were shaking, but she held her ground. Her voice was weak, but she hoped he would hear the conviction in it.

"Hullo, Sir. I have a business proposition for you."

"I want to sell myself."

"I won't live like this."

"All I want you to do is send the money to my family."

"That's all."

The deal was made.

Erin Maeve Gallagher died, and ROISIN DOVE was born.

Roisin was supposed to be one of the first bots to incorporate food metabolization, on the cutting edge of service bot technology. And for the most part, she was. The only problem was an odd anomaly that made it so she could only metabolize alcohol. It was dubbed the "Guinness Glitch." Still, she was functional enough that she was sent to distributor to be sold at a discount price.

The distributors had other ideas about what to do with their special bot. Instead of putting her in the store front, they kept her in a back room for their own personal use. For more than two months her world consisted of that back room and those men, none of whom were her owner.

One night she was turned on in an odd situation. The distributors' building was on fire around her and some masked man had his hand on her on switch. He didn't stay long. Everything was chaos around her. She couldn't find the distributors and had no orders. The masked men made off with several of the bots from the store front, but all the other inactive bots were destroyed by the fire. Roisin was the only one who walked out of it intact. With no idea where to be and no one to command her, she was in the very odd situation of being lost.

Roisin did what any good bot would and started searching for her master. She has been wandering the streets of Eisoff for three weeks now, running mostly off of solar energy. Somehow, no ones seems to have realized that there is a lost bot haunting their streets.


Sample RP:

Oh Lord, She was really doing this. There was still a part of her that couldn't believe she was doing this.

Erin could feel the bumps in the road as they drove through the ill kept streets of the lower level. Fear was coursing through he body, the last instincts of self preservation clamoring for her attention. BAD IDEA! BAD IDEA! they were screaming at her. And it was a spectacularly bad idea... for anyone who had a future, that is. But she didn't. She silently told her instincts to shut the hell up. She was doing this for a reason. It would be better this way. For everyone.

She hoped her brothers would understand. Her life was over now, but theirs... theirs would be brilliant. She couldn't do much for them, but she could still give them this. This was the last thing she could do for them. She just hoped they wouldn't miss her too much.

This was for them. Just keep remembering that. This was for them.

She really wished she could see where they were going. The blind fold was starting to get damp from sweat. She didn't understand why this guy (she didn't know his name and didn't want to) insisted on such secrecy. It wasn't like she'd be coming back.

Still, she was thankful that they weren't walking there. She was just so tired. She couldn't do this anymore and it only strengthened her resolve to go through with this. Although there wasn't any turning back now. Her stomach was rolling around inside of her, full with the familiar nausea and the cold stirrings of fear.

She wouldn't let him see though.

The car jerked to a stop and her heart tried to burst through her ribs; escape the fate she was leading them to. Oh Mother Mary and the Saints above. Was she really going to do this? She hesitated as the car door was opened. Why did she think this was a good idea?

Stay calm. This was for her brothers.

She let herself be led out of the car and into a building. Her legs were weak but she forced them to move. Each step was harder than the last to take. The man told her this was the place and she nearly started to cry. Oh God, she was going to die! She was going to die here, and know one would ever even know! She tried to take a deep calming breath but she just couldn't get enough air to fill her lungs. She wanted to turn back and run back to where it was safe. ...Back to a life of constant fatigue, of broken dreams, of no future.

This was for her brothers.

She let her mind go numb. This was for them. All for them. Don't think about anything but them, and step through the door.

The blindfold was removed and the man left. She stared at the shadow watching her from the other side of the room. Looking into that red light she felt a calm settle on her for the first time since she started this trip. Her face was pale and she was breathing heavy from the exertion of getting here. But she was here, and there was something she needed to do.

All for them.

She spoke, and her voice didn't even crack.

:ooc information:

Name: Rosy
Age: 21
Time Zone (GMT +/-): GMT - 5
Experience: Ireland in 2 forums.
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