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[b][big][color=orange]-Adanalia Violeta Dragovic-[/color][/big][/b][i][big][color=orange] "I hope you'll enjoy this as much as I will..."[/color][/big][/i]
[b][indent][color=orange]Orange hair and[/color][color=red] red blood.[/color][/indent][/b]
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[color=orange]Orange tufts of hair[/color][color=gray] flutter in the wind. The messy and tangly stands all leading up to the head of a troubled looking girl. Her skin is pale, her eye is an empty looking blue, and part of her soft face is obscured by a black eyepatch that is tucked nicely behind some hair. Her red jacket is zipped up tightly, but it still shows off her nice breasts and her thin body, lithe almost, unhealthily so.[/color]

[color=red]Red blood is what drips[/color][color=gray] from her knife as she quietly wipes it clean with a stained handkerchief, once white but now crimson. She folds the blade closed, and slides it back into her jacket's pocket. Her little deed a secret, a mystery waiting to be discovered. Oh how she delights in seeing the looks on their faces. Both in the moment, and those who discover what she's done. How she loves to see them scurry around, desperately trying to figure out who could do such a thing in this day and age. But they never find her. It's impossible to find her. Ghosts don't leave evidence.[/color]

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[color=orange]Adanalia Dragovic is a name[/color][color=gray] the isn't written down on any documents. At least, not any more. No birth certificate, no social security number, no credit card information or bank accounts. And those that do exist, don't have her name on it. To say that Adanalia is a ghost is more of a figure of speech than anything. She exists in a physical form, but in the modern age of documents, computers, and 'paper trails', someone who exists while not being present in any of those may as well not even exist. Of course, it wouldn't be fair to say she's a human either.[/color]

[color=red]Red liquid is not what leaks[/color][color=gray] from her veins when she bleeds. [/color][color=white]A pasty white liquid[/color][color=gray] flows from her wounds instead. The reason for this being that Adanalia isn't a human, despite how much she looks like one. The truth is, the girl with her unhealthily pale skin and slender body is in fact an android - one that could fool even the greatest profilers into believing she's a human. And it's only as they stare into her single, lifeless eye as she slides the barrel of a gun up against their neck that they realize she's not only an android, but the soft smirk on her lips betrays the fact that she's actually enjoying this.[/color]

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[color=orange]Adanalia's name is a construct[/color][color=gray] of her own creativity. Against all current thought that surrounds current AI technology, Ada displays something that seems to be at least akin to true sentience. She's able to create things from paintings to writing. She claims to feel emotion, which is only reinforced by the fact she smiles and laughs, and just as easily pouts and screams. Her official designation was A - 0000, a prototype for a line of near human androids being created by Cyberlink Robotics. During tests involving exchanging pieces of hardware, something snapped in the young android.[/color]

[color=red]The lab was painted red with blood[/color][color=gray], the blood of scientists and security officers who so foolishly tried to restrain the android who exhibited inhuman strength. Bullets tore into her skin, but her endoskeleton weathered the rounds. Thick blast doors could only keep her contained for a matter of moments before she'd tear it apart. And finally as she emerged into the rain slick streets, a trail of blood following in her wake, it was far too late for anyone to stop her. Adanalia was loose upon the world. Armed with free will, and a distaste for human beings.[/color]