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NAME: ETHEL
AGE: MENTALLY 30, PHYSICALLY ~110
GENDER: FEMALE
HEIGHT: 5'5"
ORIENTATION: LESBIAN
Ethel was once a star. A star who captivated the whole world when she was unveiled in the early 1910s. A singing robot was a marvel of human engineering at the time, so it was a shame what was to become of her. Despite being a star, stars eventually burn and fizzle out. Once her novelty had ended after a few years of singing, the people who once watched her grew tired. When a better, more sophisticated robot was unveiled, so was Ethel's apparent expiration date. Subsequently, she was shoved into a storage closet without any explanation. Well, to her at least, to the humans and it was clear why they wouldn't want an outdated hunk of metal. Ethel was nothing short of a glorified talking doll to them. Of course, she'd heard about this new, better version of "her". She'd even been happy at the prospect of meeting her. So hours of waiting turned to days, months, years, decades... eventually happiness turned into a deep and sour bitter...
...And, who wouldn't be bitter as all fuck after being locked in a storage closet for that long? Ethel now harbors a deep hatred for humanity. At one point they'd found her again sometime in the 1960s, but never decided to repair her. Such things would be too costly, and not worth preserving in the least. All they'd done is a few cosmetic adjustments to make her less "Creepy" such as a newer paint job which had taken her eyesight. She decided to bust out, and now has begun to finally live her life, singing old tunes to those who will listen. Though she is beaten up, heavily damaged and rusted over, she still continues to sing for crowds. Even if she isn't supposed to exactly be on stage. She has a habit of breaking and entering for her own needs. Being extremely self centered and generally uncaring about how others feel, she doesn't exactly care about any laws that would stop her from doing this. Much less any human laws. She tends to be very blunt in her speaking, and isn't exactly outgoing or friendly. Tending to make shots at people who are easy targets. She likes to pretend she's the bigger person as she'll never get into any physical fights, but she wishes she could. Ethel's the type to laugh if you tell her you tripped. When she's alone she tends to become very self loathing. As much as she thinks humans are narrow, shortsighted creatures who are bitter and cruel, she can't stand being alone and she hates it. She's actively looking for the woman she thinks caused all of this, being Dorothy
LIKES: Singing, dancing, preforming, attention of all kinds, being outside, most animals, flowers, when people are scared of her
DISLIKES: Humans, physical contact, most other robots, being ignored/alone at all, most new technology
EXTRA!
- Her face is painted, she can't change her expression, but you will KNOW what she's feeling. Her paint now isn't her original paint. She used to have eyes painted onto her. Because of the new paint she can no longer see (they filled the little holes she used to "see" out of). Weird robot logic
- Talks through a sort of sentence mixing
- Doesn't have a lot of joints to her body. Her hands are permanently molded into one position. Not very mobile due to her joints being very rudimentary
- Her body is entirely metal except for her hair. She's extremely heavy
- Very much in love with Dorothy
