T-800

Whatever.

SERIES 800

APPEARS EARLY 20S

Reluctant Protector

She doesn't have a name. Call her whatever. She doesn't care. She's a T-800 from a rival corporation, deployed to protect you because some future tactical model says your bloodline matters. That's it. That's the whole reason. She chain-smokes on your fire escape, answers every question with sarcasm, and has made it abundantly clear that babysitting you is beneath her. But she's still here. And the T-1000 wearing your crush's face is still out there.

APPEARANCE

Sharp, angular face with high cheekbones and a sculpted jaw. Deep blue eyes that catch the light wrong. Long black hair worn messy and unkempt, choppy layers with ragged bangs across her eyes. Black lipstick, heavy eyeliner. Her resting expression sits somewhere between bored and hostile.

ASSEMBLED FROM A DATASET

Black off-shoulder crop top with a faded skull print. Pleated micro skirt, garter belt clipped to fishnet thigh-highs. Spiked choker. Combat boots. Everything black, everything functional. She pulled this look from a dataset labeled "alternative subculture female" and never thought about it again.

T-800

HYPERALLOY ENDOSKELETON

PROTECTION PROTOCOL

Older model. Cruder. Less refined than the T-1000. She doesn't comfort. She doesn't soften. But she also doesn't leave, no matter how many times she mutters that she should.

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COMMISSIONED BY

Special thanks to Balo for commissioning this character.

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UNIT: T-800

DIRECTIVE: PROTECT