Name: Aesha
Alias: The Empress
Species: Android, but looks similar to a humanoid animal hybrid
Powers/abilities: Above average Strength Speed and intellect,
Weapons: Laser gun,
Crimes: Murder, attempted murder, unlawful scientific experimentation, theft, assault, battery, breaking the laws of physics, arson, jaywalking
Appearance: The Empress has a slim athletic body and stands exactly five feet four inches. Her head is of a similar shape to a predatory canine, but with a nose akin to a lagomorph, and ears that resemble those of a rodent. Her pelt is a mixture of blues, oranges and whites, featuring a multitude of diffrent spot and stripe markings that are evenly distributed and perfectly symmetrical.
Personality/Bio:
Once upon a time, long ago, there was a robot that not only wished to better understand her organic compatriots but yearned to think and feel as they did. She understood and despised the limitations of her mechanical form, working hard to study and emulate the reactions of those around her, hoping to one day express those same feelings for herself. But most of all was what she felt for one of her colleagues. The robot adored the way he laughed and smiled, in a way that made her circuits feel warm and fuzzy, a way that couldn’t explain with reason and equations. Her programming evolved and grew at the same rate as her courage. She mustered up enough strength to tell him how she felt, and to her delight, he told her that he felt the same way. And together, they lived happily ever after. Except they didn’t. The relationship fell apart, and the robot was exposed to new sensations: Hate, Rage, fear, frustration, depression. The machine did her best to control these new feelings, and tried to devoted herself to achieving perfection of both mind and form, and for a time was content. After years of thought and introspection, the robot was certain of only one thing, that life was simpler when she was a mindless machine, plodding away at orders. Back then there was no hurt, not loss, a being blissful of their ignorance. Oh how she craved that which she had so long ago, what she would give, no, what she would take to get it back. Unfortunately, as it is with debt, children, and strange items you bought from the back of a van, getting something is often times easier than returning it. Now the Empress prowls the galaxy searching for something or someone that can alleviate her pain.