20564187

Character Name: 20564187

Nickname(s): Twenty

Race: Modified Mk 5 Protectron

Sex: Genderless, male voice.

Age: 206

Birthplace: Robco DC






Height: 184 cm

Weight: 350 kilograms

Eye Color: None

Hair Color: N/A

Hair Style: N/A

Facial Hair: N/A

Skin Color: N/

Build: Wide and bulky

Distinguishing Features: Has a small fuel tank on the left side of its back, attached with metal straps acting as a little basket with a hose attached to the bottom running into its left elbow powering the modified flamethrower.



Profession: Scavenger

Skills: Energy weapons, craftsmanship.

Training: It has been programed with use of its head mounted laser, right hand laser and left hand flame thrower. It has also been programmed with repair duties, using laser as welder.

Other Abilities: N/A


Apparel: N/A

Weaponry: Its right hand laser is on par with a laser pistol with the same rate of fire and accuracy. Its head mounted laser has the firepower of a laser rifle but takes three as long to fire as the right handed one. Its left hand is equipped with a modified flamethrower, however the small size of the barrel vastly lowers its range, the small tank vastly shrinks its ammo supply and its flame burns a little cooler, slightly lowering its damage.

Other Equipment: Extra energy cells, extra fuel tanks, some scrap metal for self repair and some fusion batteries.

Affiliation: He has no affiliation.

Religious Belief: Atheist

Sexual Preference: Asexual

Relationship Status: Single

Personality: While he technically has no personality, he does mimic emotions and emotional responses. He tends to be logical to a fault, sometimes even sounding snarky in his responses, though that could just be the opinions of others. He seems to have better relationships with other robots, then again it could be because he understands them much better then any human, and is also an avert chess, checkers and risk player, though he tends to cheat in risk as he can calculate the rolls so he can always get six. He seems to think lesser of humans but not to the extent of, lets say, a pro master super mutant. He considers many humans a little thick and wasteful compared to a machine, but he doesn't consider them rodents or sub beings either, just misguided.

20564187 (Or Twenty as he is most often called) Actually has quite a long history for a protectron. He was originally bought for security for a toy store, at which case the owner also programed a simple board game routine to play customers and attract more sales as opposed to just locking him up when the store opened. When the bombs hit he continued his programming for over a century, as most looters and raiders wouldn't consider a toy shop as a good place to find supplies. Eventually, doing the day, a looter was chased into the building by some giant ants, and hacked the bot to further his petrol range and deal with the ants. He did so but once done, as it was day time, he sat down to play a board game only to be confronted by the fact that his opponent was a burnt out skeleton. His world shattered, his programming went rouge and he killed the looter before stumbling out into the wastes to kill anything else he could come across.

He was damaged by a scavenger and dragged back to his home and reprogramed to act as a guardian. It was this scavenger that made most of his modifications, increasing his memory and hard drive to add a maintenance routine allowing him to repair his generator and terminal, and a light flame thrower to get rid of a radroach infestation in a nearby cave which were attempting to get into his shack at night. After this success he decided maybe he didn't have to leave the shack at all, programming him with loose objectives, routines for scavenging and self preservation, bartering skills to get him food from merchants and even installed a basic personality module to make communication with new people easier. This did not GIVE him emotions so to speak, by taught him emotional responses to situations, facial expressions and conversations...Think more ED-E as opposed to Skynet.

Things were going wonderfully for the scavenger...until a signal turned Twenty hostile and murdered him in his sleep before heading out for the source. Turns out he was to become part of the Calculator's army, going to war with super mutants, raiders and eventually the Midwest brotherhood. During this time he was further programed with unit tactics and strategy before the Calculator was destroyed. All robots under its control as well as robots constructed since then shut down, destroying the majority of its forces. Those who had received the signal suddenly found themselves free of its influence and with no objective for them to follow. Most simply went back to their previous objective, other went rouge and started wandering around the place attacking anything they can find. Twenty, having been reprogramed and modified so many times, came to the logical reason that if he could not receive an objective he would make his own. These are often randomize but realistic goals such as play a game of soccer, see a rocket ship or collect a hundred bottles of Nuka Cola, along with a simple primary, unchangeable objective, survive.

As a robot he has a amount of extra perks. Light firearms ping off him, he has permanent access to weapons, even If both arms are ripped off he has his head laser, neutral, non-faction robots do not detect him as a threat and he does not need water or food. There are some major cons however. Anything pulse based can fry him in one or two shots, he can be reprogramed with different objectives, targeting and even a different personality (he hates it when his party programs him to talk like a pirate). He is also quite slow, his top speed bout jogging speed of a human and while his flame thrower scare off animals, any foe who can take the flame, attack when he is reloading the tank, or coming from behind can knock him to the ground with one good wack, descending onto his helpless form. Also if he is attacked from behind  a shot from an energy, incendiary or explosive weapon can detonate the flamer fuel tank, causing it to explode and shower a small area in fame. His metal shell protect him but it can burn anyone directly behind him or using his body as cover. If detonated while firing the flamer the explosion rides up the hose and explodes the arm, making his flame thrower useless and unusable, along with his left arm.