Similie Rebel
Similie Rebel (a.k.a. Sim)
The gold leaf flecks making up his freckles shimmer when he tilts his head, and the matching gold surrounding his pupils lite up in a ring as he sizes them up. He inspects his fingertips before giving a slow, easy smile, with just that subtle hint of fang that only those first few models were ever allowed to add during customization. “If it’s information you want,” he purrs with mischief glinting like the fangs as he leans forward, “then you’ve come to the right man.”
Physical Description
Body Features
Similie Rebel has tanned skin, with a golden sheen emphasized by freckles made of gold leaf flakes. His shoulders are broad, his body toned and lean with a runners build.
Facial Features
With a strong, sharp jawline and full lips, Similie Rebel is every bit as the type of beautiful his name possesses: rough and rogue-like.
Physical quirks
Rebel is always smiling—what seems, at first, sleazy or smarmy is instead an absent-minded habit that goes along with his flirting. This habit has only grown worse with the inclusion of his fangs, which since he gained them, he loves to flash a little of.
When he is impatient, he will often tap his heel on the floor, bouncing his leg in time with his tapping fingers.
Apparel & Accessories
Rough, toughly made, and sturdy leathers, with open shirts and slightly-shredded ribbons holding his hair back, he could pass for an excellent pirate in his clothing style.
Specialized Equipment
Sim is always carrying both his personal laser pistol and his stun baton at his hip, with his holo-shield around his wrist in its watch form. He never leaves any of those items, nor his personal data pad, behind.
Mental characteristics
Personal history
He started out as a troublemaking teen in Chicago, 2148, stealing and conning as much money and riches as he could get his hands on. He became a card shark, cheating his way through games. He became a bartender, working his way through an education. He became a part-time university assistant when it was discovered his aptitude for maths and engineering rivaled the strength of his charm. He liked teaching the younger generation; liked looking at the new tech they created, the new ideas they put forward.
He liked the care they wanted to put into the Earth, even when it seemed that it was hopeless. Sim was there for every convention, every seminar, right up until the end. When the squabbles began, and there became talk of some mysterious project in the works, some new tech no available to the public but to private donators, Similie Rebel lived up to his name. He rebelled, snuck into files, gained what would become his dearest friends as allies. When the truth came out—the plan that eventually lead to the movement of Neo Terranism and Transhumanism—he was right there in the middle of it all.
Although he’s now honest to his fellows and his people, it wasn’t always so: Sim never knew why he was chosen for such an important, Elite mission. The fate of a grain of dirt was never supposed to be in his hands, let alone the fate of everyone and everything he knew. He told himself that he could get something out of it. That’s why he was doing it: the reward. He could find the great haul, the most prized gift in this new ‘home’ of theirs, and keep it for himself.
In the end, it was the other way around. He fell in love with the Societies’ new home; hostile planets and more.
Gender Identity
Male
Sexuality
Similie is Pansexual and Aromantic.
Education
University of Chicago, CalTech, MIT
Intellectual Characteristics
Spatial, Linguistic, Logical
Morality & Philosophy
Chaotic Good. Take from the Rich, give to the Poor, but be careful when the scale tips and they’re no longer so defined; be there when that happens, and make sure they don’t fuck up.
Current Location
Species
Ethnicity
Year of Death
2122
Children
Gender
Male
Eyes
Sim has shrewd golden eyes.
Hair
He has long, dirty blonde hair in rough dreadlocks and braids.
Height
6’3”
Weight
156 lbs
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