[Firelizard] Prince Robot IV

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Royal Upbringing
Having come up in the premier ruling class of the Robot Kingdom, and indeed, at the very top of even that upward reaching social ladder, Prince Robot IV has been given one of the best educations in the entire galaxy. Whether it is in martial traditions or classical cultural pursuits, the robot prince is well versed. His saber skills are matched by only a few within the royal military, and his ability to bob and weave through any standard galactic ball or social soiree is unmatched. Not that he ever cares to engage in either…

Weaponized Physiology
Perhaps one of the greatest assets available to any high ranking officer or noble within the Robot Kingdom is their access to a built in energized arm cannon. Prince Robot’s right arm can transform into this cannon at will, allowing him to surprise foes unfamiliar with royal robotic physiology. The cannon itself is extremely powerful, able to punch and slice through body or vehicular armor with just one blast.

Military Training
In addition to skills attained as a high ranking noble of the Robot Kingdom, Prince Robot IV is also a highly trained soldier with extensive combat experience. His knowledge of tactics, strategy, and combat techniques make him a dangerous foe on any battlefield.

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Prince Robot IV has access to communication devices that are standard issue for any soldier operating within the umbrella of military forces operating within Landfall or the Collective. He also has a saber and energy pistol, both handed down to him by his royal father, the current ruling monarch of the Robot Kingdom.


Appearance



Physical Appearance:
Prince Robot IV stands at precisely six feet tall, with a thin but well maintained build acquired through years of motherly nagging and long tours in the field. His skin is the color of factory issue iron, though his most notable aesthetic or visual trait would be the large tv screen he has for a head. The screen is often blank or turned off, but can transmit mental images of the prince himself in stressful situations. Otherwise it can also appear as static, though he can also use it to display images to help when communicating with other space goers. Two small antennae stick out of the back of his analog skull, almost like a pair of metallic cowlicks.

Clothing and Armor:
Whether in the field of battle or locked in a high stakes gathering of analog nobles, Prince Robot IV is always decked out in the finest attire that royal money can buy. Bone white breeches and an expensive shirt are buttressed by blackened leather riding boots and a baby blue general’s jacket with nary a ribbon or medallion upon its fine stitches. A green sash wraps around the prince’s waist, and it is accompanied by a luxurious purple sash extending around its wearer upper torso and lower hip. A blue aiguillette the same color as the prince’s jacket adorns his upper chest and shoulders, denoting his status as a high ranked noble and heir to the Robotic Throne.


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Prince Robot IV is an arrogant and duty bound being, shaped by a childhood and early adulthood spent at the top of an already arrogant minded and duty bound society. From an early age he was taught that he was better than most, though he was still kept mostly at arms length even by his own parents as they pursued their royal duties. Surviving such a system and being raised by servants has imbued the prince with a cold and detached demeanor, leaving him unafraid to order and boss around others who he views as his lessers. He is incredibly loyal to his planet and kingdom, often feeling duty bound to achieve success and gains in status for his people amongst the Collective’s myriad interstellar members.

However his and his planet’s martial pursuits have left Prince Robot IV a broken man, traumatized by years of conflict and personal injury at the hands of Landfall and the Collective’s enemies. In order to shield against these bouts of traumatic vulnerability, the prince has taken to even more action and militant combat. He will often take the most dangerous missions and stop at nothing to achieve the objectives given to him, sparing nothing and no one to claim victory. His participation in near endless interstellar combat has also left the prince a cynical being, and prone to extreme bouts of violence at the drop of a hat.

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Colin Firth (Voice)


Character's History

Siblings:
A brother and sister, twins and born a little under ten years prior to current events.
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Queen Robot III
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King Robot III
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History:
Prince Robot IV was born at the official royal residence of the Robot Kingdom’s capital, the Castle in Static just a few decades ago. His birth was celebrated across the realm, with his parents having tried for years prior to conceive and with little to no luck as their subjects looked on worriedly. Their own inability to produce more potential heirs would influence their only heir’s childhood from the very start, however. The Robot Kingdom was prone to all manner of politicking and noble feuds, with many houses looking to ascend to the throne, were both the new prince and his father to die. And so the young prince was raised within a literal and figurative castle, with a moat of servants and walls keeping him away from any potential danger. Only the finest educators and tutors were brought in to teach the boy from a young age, though he tended to interact more with those men and women than with his own mother and father.

And so life would go on for Prince Robot IV until he grew to be a man of eighteen years. He would grow restless and balk at the security precautions and defenses placed around him, leading to his planned escape from the Castle in Static more than a dozen times. Each time drew more and more press until his father had had enough, deigning to switch out his young heir’s retired soldiers turned guards into actual soldiers. The young prince was tossed from the royal residence with naught but a letter, and subsequently enrolled into one of the most esteemed military officer’s academies in all of the Robot Kingdom. Prince Robot IV would adapt well to such an environment, though it helped that none dared hassle or haze the son of the most powerful noble family in all the realm and planet.

It was during the prince’s time at military academy that intergalactic politics finally caught up with the Robot Kingdom. Long an independent nation relying solely upon its own technical and martial prowess, the planet would soon come into contact with a multitude of stargazing empires wishing to exert influence over the small planet. Skirmishes and even invasive probing strikes were launched against the Robot Kingdom. The realm would emerge victorious from all of these battles, however not without extensive casualties and damage dealt even planetside. What shook the Robot Kingdom to its core was the scale of the galactic forces arrayed against them. Each assault rocked the stability and very fabric of a feudal system already fraying from societal and cultural changes. And yet for any one of the empires who were driven back, such defeats were petty defeats not worth more than a second glance. It was in the midst of these tumultuous assaults and skirmishes that the planet of Landfall landed a diplomatic coup in regard to the Robot Kingdom. Long a close trading partner of their robotic neighbors, the winged Landfallians and their government dispatched an embassy and diplomatic mission in the aftermath of a Skrull incursion. They spoke of their position within the Collective, an organization of several fringe groups and smaller entities banding together for common defense and interests in the face of the galaxy’s largest and most aggressive threats.

Landfall made an offer to the Robot Kingdom. Join in a defensive and mutual assistance pact with themselves, and by extension the rest of the Collective. Or continue to unravel in the face of aggression from a range of galactic threats. Desperate to safeguard his realm and his own position as the noble houses below squabbled, King Robot III soon relented and signed a range of treaties with Landfall. And a year after that, the royal couple also produced an additional set of heirs, a set of twins. The births were heralded as miracles, and the focus of both the media and politicking houses soon turned away from the rebellious heir, freshly graduated from military academy. Looking to distance himself even further from Prince Robot IV and to solidify his planet’s treaties with the Collective and Landfall, King Robot III sent his own son as part of an expeditionary force to aid in Landfall’s conflicts.

Prince Robot IV would spend the next six years with the Royal Robotic Expeditionary Forces, participating in a variety of planetary and naval combats. And now he finds himself stagnating, still in a state of almost permanent exile as news approaches daily about his family and siblings enjoying a life of luxury back home. His aloofness and cold detachment from his peers had also caused a variety of enemies both in the Landfall and Royal Robotic military structures, leading to his still occupying a minor role as an officer. Prince Robot IV is desperate, either to advance up the ranks or to escape back home and away from battlefields that he can’t escape from, either in reality or in his dreams.




An organic voice bellowed down into the cramped loading bay of the Landfallian assault vessel. Prince Robot’s screen flashed static, though if one were to look closely enough they might be able to see the ghostly imprint of a set of hands clenched together and wringing in a digitized circle. The image of two hands locked in an Ouroborosian fashion blinked into existence and vanished as soon as it had entered the frame. Its ghostly afterimage lingered in the helmeted reflection of the Landfallian soldier sitting opposite the robot. A blonde mustachioed mouth not covered by the helm pursed its lips in what might have been worry. Or contempt, whichever didn’t matter.

“Focus, private. I’d be rather embarrassed if I died because of you…”

The smooth and aristocratic sentence bounced off the smooth metal of the ship’s interior. There was definitely contempt there, not that the soldier hadn’t suffered through it a hundred times before. His eyes narrowed and he spat on the ground. The saliva glowed blood red in front of the robot’s leather boots. Two narrowed eyebrows flashed on the screen, though the verbal admonition that was to follow was cut off by the sound of the vessel’s depressurization systems coming online. An instant later the crimson suns above the soldiers shut off, replaced by artificial and splotchy yellow light.

“Come on, men! Let’s kill these fucking asteroid highwaymen and be done with it!”

The half dozen winged soldiers occupying the space with Prince Robot IV bellowed in response, shifting up from their seats and toward the cheaply lit ship interior they had so rudely barged in on. Reptilian chanting and green bolts of energy responded to the guttural yelling of the Landfallian soldiers. A cloud of red spattered Prince Robot IV’s screen as one of his men literally exploded upon contact with one of those bolts of green light. Four humanoid figures in cheaply crafted armor were the source of these jade death rays. The princely robot stepped over the winged remains of his soldier and pointed an arm toward their source. Fingers warped into a scrambled mess and jumble of bone and skin, coalescing into a long tube where a hand had once been. An instant later a solid blast of bright white energy shot out from the newly formed hand cannon. The beam sliced through the four suited combatants and arced through the wall behind them. All manner of machinery and wires lay exposed on the assaulted wall, still smoking and glowing red even in the cheap light of the pirate vessel.

“Hmph. I do believe I’ve secured the ship’s mess. Spread out and secure the rest!”

The Landfallians murmured in reply and stretched out, the sound of their boots clanging and echoing back to the boarding area as they spread out. Prince Robot IV walked forward, surveying the grungy and soot stained interior of the ship. The smell of melted metal and scorched wiring swept in from behind from where the Landfallian ship had boarded the pirate ship. It was…almost too much to bear.

The walls shifted inward for a moment, and an image of a bright green alien hurling an object out of frame popped up on the prince’s screen. Prince Robot IV dropped to the ground, his legs giving out in a heap. He looked down, where purple blood spilled from a charred wound in his stomach. It seems that one of those pirates had given him a royal parting gift. The robot groaned in response to this discovery, grey fingers moving to stop the bleeding from the glancing wound.

“Damnable…! Medic!”