[Bixir] Lou

Personal Information
Name:
Unit #01001101
Alias(es):
Lou
Age:
Old enough to be doing wage labor
Gender:
He/Him
Race:
Ironclad
Pitch:
A cheerful, canny, clanking connoisseur of cafe and confectionery under the cloud of capitalism. Has a bad habit of caring about others.
Genre:
School and Slice of Life, Tech and Sci-Fi
Affiliations:
The M.A.L.L.
Background:
The Massively Automated Licensing League has had a not insignificant share in Buster City’s economy for… longer than the lifespan of this character, and many others. The details that matter are that their heartland in the city is a massive district that is itself a city of sorts, a vast ocean of restaurants, stores, department chains, and other centers of frequent commerce and luxury that people are wont to visit, no matter their walk of life or arbitrary motivation. It is a thriving place, and likely always to thrive, given the sheer necessity of such services.

It is because of these services that Ironclads like Unit #01001101 and other hopefuls were created hired. Tireless worker drones, eager for nothing else but to provide the best service in the industry to the M.A.L.L.’s billions of customers. Copper, chromium, crude iron, and other metals and substances, not to mention that abstract thing known as a soul, make up #01001101’s ilk, that make them the way they are.

And yet in spite of these mundane, utilitarian things, Unit #01001101 was not quite like the standard Ironclad. For one, he had a name, fabricated entirely by himself and his sense of self, continuing to defy how his model ought to function. Any attempts to rewire this anomaly proved fruitless, and by the time that these efforts had proven fruitless, “Lou” had clocked in hundreds of hours at the Jitterbug on 4th and Cross. M.A.L.L. protocol alone dictated that the efficient drone was the best drone. And so Lou continued to exist on a technicality, being the best person worker that he can be. What else was there to life?

Appearance
Profile:

Description: A lanky robot of slightly above-average height, with virtually no physical presence. Lou is as friendly as an Ironclad can get, with a pristine chromium chassis that ought to protect him against virtually anything that one could come across in Buster City, never mind how beautiful it appears for a mundane cafe laborer. His arms, all six of them, are lithe, extendable things, at the end of which are clean, cartoonish gloves, perfect for handling coffee.

Abilities
Gear
Uncanny Vision™
Portable Coffeemaker
Up to six extendable arms and gloves
Antennae Ears
Roller Skates
Abilities:



Quality Service
If there is one thing that Lou knows how to do and it is the only thing he knows how to do, it’s to be a good employee. Those kinds of skills are more broad than you might think: coffeemaking, tirelessness, conflict resolution, self-defense techniques, cheerleading, tea brewing, a keen sense of rhythm, waiting, multitasking, several different master baking disciplines, bomb defusal, and a mastery of chess are just a few of Lou’s extraordinary “service industry” talents. He insists that he learned all of it through on-the-job experience.