Drew Scriver

iA decrepit and time-worn robot in the Maintenance sector. Scriver isn't aware of his debilitated condition. After a self-triggered explosion that occurred in the Infirmary on March 4th, 2011, Scriver's demeanor has stayed relatively intact, though his mind and body have been less than cooperative.

Appearance
A walking mechanical trash heap. Scriver is loosely-built, with arms the size of go-karts and is cobbled together with a damaged array of rusty scraps. Don’t let the mangy exterior fool you though, his heart is shiny underneath. Figuratively though. I mean, his chest is hanging open for chrissake you can check there ain't shit in there.

Scriver has thick, broad shoulders and long legs. The way his physique is shaped is comparable to an inverted triangle.

He walks with a slight limp, rattles often and spews white smoke. Scriver has convinced himself that his disconnectable arm is an upgrade. Occasionally he will deposit chunks of himself in the sector hallways without taking much notice.

Personality
Take the body of a tank, the mind of a supercomputer, the conscience of an 8 year old and the deterioration of 80 years and you might get something like Scriver. He is one of the rare cases of sentient robots in the universe, but prototypical by nature. What could be mistaken for a bottomless pool of optimism in Scriver's character is actually a programming flaw that causes him to smile constantly. (It was instilled in him during his early manufacturing, but the error was corrected in later models.) He hasn't figured out the means to communicate his other feelings short of breaking walls and throwing people. It may very well be the case that Scriver lacks the programming to articulate sadness and anger, though he has demonstrated primitive signs of fear by being afflicted by radio waves from the technology of Charles Montgomery of the EaF sector.

Scriver doesn't realize how large he is in comparison to the other fighters. He is very affectionate, but has killed members just by cuddling them. He has to be careful when maneuvering through the Core day-by-day because he knocks doors off their hinges, breaks desks, walls and support beams with little energy at all. This is why nobody wants him around and Scriver has to force himself upon others to make them call him their friend. For the record, Scriver assumes everybody is his friend. He'll keep calling you friend until you comply. Resistence is futile.

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