Brainiac

[hexiva]

The Brain InterActive Construct

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BRAINIAC
Born of a scientific design to serve all human kind
Artificial intelligence bred for future war
When galaxies will crumble and fall to their knees
It breaks free from its hold taking military control
A fate seen all across the world
It takes hold of the Earth, breeding legions to his control
Soon to seize all power in the sky

And won't you think I'm pretty[/size]
name;;Brain InterActive Construct
nickname;;Brainiac – for Brain InterActive Construct
age;; 48
date of birth;; Its creation first began in 1951 and culminated in 1962
gender;; None
occupation;; Collecting knowledge
sexualorienation;; Asexual
When I'm standing top the bright lit city[/size]
hair;; None
eyes;; Blank white, with no iris or pupil, when it's using a humanoid form.
height;; around 7 ft. I shouldn't think anyone's going to want to get close enough to measure.
weight;; I am too lazy to try and guess how much a seven-foot tall humanoid of solid metal would weigh. I can have a go if it's absolutely necessary, though.
build;; Muscular
piercings;; none
tattoos;; none
style;; . . . I'm going to use this space to describe its appearance. Its face looks basically human, but his green skin and blank eyes make it obvious that it's not. The rest of its body is covered it what appears to be shiny black armor with lit, reddish ovals scrambled across it. In fact, it's made up of the same nanomachines as the rest of Brainiac's body. Its ship, which is as close to being its real body as anything, is an enormous shiny black skull-shaped thing, with long metal tentacles reaching from the bottom.
And I'll take your hand and pick you up[/size]
favorites;;
knowledge,
power, and cities in bottles
hates;; I don't think it exactly hates anything, but the following is a brief list of things that it considers beneath it and would like to see destroyed:
everything
strengths;;
twelfth-level intellect
ability to hack into a computer
being a flying ship with enormous tentacles
Being capable of reforming from the smallest piece
Vast knowledge

weaknesses;;
Control freak – it finds things or people it can't control or predict exceedingly disturbing
Dies if it gets blown up – . . . which isn't a particularly weak weakness, I know, but that's how it usually gets defeated.
Electricity – a sufficiently large charge would disrupt the patterns of its nanomachines. But, again, you'd better be damn sure you got all the pieces.

quirks/habits;;
Avoiding contractions – while Brainiac is, as mentioned above, a twelfth-level intelligence and perfectly capable of learning all of the intricacies of the English language – and its grammar and accent are perfect – it speaks in an overly formal manner and avoids contractions or slang.
goals/dreams;;
Collecting all the knowledge in the universe
Destroying the universe
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Profit!

overall personality;;
While Brainiac is entirely a psychopath, it isn't entirely unemotional. It doesn't always pursue its goals logically – 'logic' does not involve gloating your plans and origins to the hero once you've got him captured and tied down and there is totally no way he could escape and use the information you've just given him to get away and kill you. And if he did somehow escape, he's a pacifist and would never, ever think of killing you. Right? Right?

. . . but I digress. Brainiac is contemptuous of everyone and everything – animals, other artificial intelligence, everything. It cares about knowledge for its own sake, but that is the only thing it cares for other than its own survival. In its mind, an accurate description of a person would be worth more than the person themselves. Granted, its definition of 'accurate' is 'down to the placement and composition of the last molecule.'

It is extremely calm, even in the face of its own impending destruction. Partly this is because of its physical nature – it doesn't feel pain and it's never had any reason to understand its own mortality.
And keep you there so you can see[/size]
father;; none
mother;; none
siblings;; none
relatives;; none yet
pets;; None, thank god.
hometown;; Kandor
currentlyliving;; Gotham
history;; Brainiac was created to be Krypton's greatest supercomputer by a team of scientists including Dax-Ur, the originator of the project, and, briefly, Jor-El, Superman's father. After its implementation, the Kryptonian people began to rely on it more and more. But it wasn't truly conscious yet. That came when a rebel general tried to reprogram Brainiac to his own purposes. He was stopped before he could completely convert Brainiac to his cause, but the changes flicked something in Brainiac and it started to become vaguely self-aware. The scientist working to improve it seized on this and developed that awareness further. By the time of Krypton's destruction, Brainiac was as much a person as any of the scientists.

It detected the true meaning of the tremors in Krypton's crust some time after Jor-El did, and encouraged the Science Council to disregard him so that they wouldn't delay its own escape from the planet. Even then, it barely had time to get part of itself off of the planet – a small box which nonetheless contained all of its data.
As long as you're alive and care[/size]
name;; Hexiva, same as before XD
experience;; Same as before
activity;; same as before
whyyoujoined;; same
phrase;; Brainiac warns you that pluto is out for revenge.
example;;

Waking up, for Lex Luthor, is usually a slow gradient from dreams to reality. Parts of his mind are already bubbling with ideas, strange circuits and alien architecture forming in his brain. They are invariably brilliant ideas except for the part where they rely on such assumptions as '1 + 1 = 3.1415' and 'fire is cold.'
This morning, however, there are no half-formed inventions floating in his head by the time he's fully awake; his eyes snap open and that's it, he's awake. 
He's not in his own bed – not the one at his house and not the one at the lab. The ceiling is the wrong colour and the temperature is all wrong. He hurries to get to his feet, expecting an attack.
As it turns out, he's completely alone in the room. He roams around, checking behind things and under things. Everything is apparently of the highest quality, and yet nothing has any identifying marks on it, no brand names or tags. The closet is filled with white, high collared coats and pale shirts and pants. His eyes narrow at that one; the fact that he's here isn't an accident. Someone prepared this room for him. That they were concerned with his comfort is possibly a good sign, but the careful choice of clothes all mimicking his own style strikes him as a trifle too attentive to that. He'd rather be captured by Communist agents than by some sort of crazed stalker. 
He's a little surprised when, in the name of thoroughness, he tries the door and finds it opens easily. Outside, it looks more like the hallway of an expensive hotel than any sort of Communist prison.
Lex hasn't been so baffled in years. 
He thinks he's going to like this place. 
((see previous app for notes))

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