Name-- Chris Connor Darkthorn

Age-- in early 20's ageless

Other Names: Connor, RK 100 (later on his programming was changed by Cyberlife RK 800.) The hunter, the assassin, Plastic Puppet, Doll, Plastic Toy.

Model-- #313 248 317

Eye Color-- Normal color Brown, but changes bright blue. Whenever sending infomation or retreiving it into his harddrive system.

Hair Color-- Dark brown

Speices-- Half Android/Human

Love Life-- Single/Woman ERROR-- Chris will not be able to become taken. But there will be romance in  RPs.

Blood Type-- 0/red blood mixture with Thirium 310 "Blue Blood"

Family-- Steven Darkthorn (Alive), Letha Darkthron (Deceased)

Income-- Family is Exstreamly Wealthy

Occupation--  Superhuman Soldier/Assassin working for his father The Director of Black Light Military Corp.

Born- 1993, 24, May// Experimented- July, 11 2018//Reprogramed- Aug 15 2038.

Criminal Record-- Unknown

HomeTown- Detroit Michigan

Ability's/Skills-- Can detect bloodflow and heartbeat from miles away.adept speed, streatgh. Wall clinger, hand to hand combat/with or without weapons. Mimic voices, Can anazlize blood samples by taste,Hacker, Thermal Sensors, Excellent tracker and hunter,rapid healing.

Rank-- ShadowHunter

Unit-- Raptor 894

Affiliation-- BlackLight Corp, Cyberlife

FaceClaim-- Connor RK 800 DBH, Bryan Dechart.

Weapons-- Sniper rifle, 9mm handgun, metal baton.

Badhabit- Smoking, but later on he replaces it with a coin trick trait.

Best Friend: Davidson Roberts (Another half andriod.), Hank Anderson.

Personality-- Like any half human/Android person, Chris is very laid back and can be sometimes demanding at times when wanting some answers. He has somewhat a good reputation of being a gentleman and high class charmer. But ofter gets into a bad case of curiousity which gets him more into trouble. 

LED- Blue normal

When it blinks yellow it will let Chris know that a call is coming through. Which only he can hear or speak to the person calling him.

Red-Disconnected and Shut Down. It was fully upgraded later on around 2038.


BMW I8 Hybrid Car--

Likes-- Moonlight, rainy days, going for a run, loves dogs and other animals, reading manga, driving into the city, Night Clubs, heavy metal, hunting.

Dislikes-- Hospitals and needles, woman and children getting hurt, assholes, his father, Black Light Corp, becoming an experiment, heights, being clausterphobic. Failing his missions, fear of shutting down completely.


RP Rules

  • No killing off character, if he dies the RP will end. You can torture or hurt him.
  • Gmoding is annoying please do not start with it.
  • Plotting other ideas are welcome.
  • I'm busy in RL so please leave a comment and I'll reply back whenever I can.
  • One more thing I'm not good at RPing as a half andriod it's all new to me. But I'm still trying my best to RP as one lol XD.


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                  Another officer from one of the other cars came to the car where they were escorting Chris in. Opening the door for him, then this particular officer assisted him to climb out somewhat, while also telling him to watch his head.  From there, Chris was slowly yet surely guided towards the precinct doors, and then inside.  Interrogation room number three, that is where he was brought to.  The cuffs never removed from his wrists, well apart from one, only briefly, so they could wrap the middle link between the cuffs around the small bar before him, before attaching it to his freed wrist once more.  A jug of water, and a glass half filled sat before him, and he left alone with that in place before him.

                  All around him, there was pure silence, nothing more, nothing less.  It wouldn't be too long afterwards however, when the silence was broken, with Detective Catherine Chandler, (who was assigned to this particular interrogation and case, after having being called officially on duty once more), walked towards that door.  Upon the opening of that door, she walked on inside, and her witness, the captain to accompany her in this interrogation; That law enforcement officer being none other than Tess Vargas.  Not aware of Tess and the suspect's past, nor even certain if it would come to light, but here and now, there was a job to do. 

    "Chris Darkthorn, I'm Detective Catherine Chandler- This is Captain Vargas.  I, or we will be the ones in charge of this session, today.

    Is there anything you wish to say on your behalf before we begin, sir?"

                  A small file rested in her hands, to then be placed upon the desk before her.  In silence, the two now watched him, paying close attention, curious of what he would say, or do, of if there was anything he wished to come forward with.  It probably wouldn't be the case, yet it offered regardless.


  • The first thing she did was try the door, testing to see if it was unlocked or not. If it didn't give, a coil of sickly green energy the same shade as the amulet pulsing at her throat would then wrap around the handle and decay the mechanisms until the door simply swung open. She gave a sheepish smile and a shrug towards Barnabas and stepped into the apartment. "Hello?" 



                  Throughout the chase, Detective Chandler lost him, or she thought that she lost him.  It was until one of the back up officers she had called in, one of their own police cars drove past her briefly, then stopping to let her on in. Without missing a beat, the off-duty detective moved on inside, sitting herself in the passenger seat, then letting her fellow officer drive them to where the perp was.  Upon surrounding him, then seeing him surrender, she would breathe a inaudible sigh of relief, and glad he listened to their commands, rather than retaliate to then hurt them, or even more, one by one.  Before letting anything else be said, or done by the other officers, it would be Detective Chandler's partner to climb on out, cuffs prepared in hands. Upon arrival to where Chris was kneeling on the ground, Detective Chandler's fellow officer cuffed one wrist first, then the other.  "Please stand up slowly, so we can then assist you to the waiting car."

                  From the car, Catherine watched on closely.  She watched the fellow officer, as well as her team surrounding this man who did co-operate with them, until this point, at least.  And, then she watched him, or the back of him at least, his head, just to ensure he remained co-operative, and didn't try any funny business.  If  she needed to step in at all, she would, yet for now, all seemed to be in their favor.  In the few short moments that followed, Catherine would exit the vehicle, and remain silent, while she moved towards the back of the police car.  From there, she opened the door, to make it easier for her partner to direct their perpetrator to it, and then inside the back seat.  Still without words, and patiently so, the brunette waited, while still keeping her eye on the two, all the while.


  • {Thank you for accepting, I hope we can plot.. I apologize but I cannot think of a plot at the moment}

  •               From nothing, to then suddenly two coming into her field of vision, just like that.  One, deceased. The other? He running from the scene, it seeming as if he was guilty as charged.  This crime here and now, it had perhaps been his doing.  Why run, if he had done nothing wrong? Attempts to call out to him, to get him to stop failed on her behalf, yet all the while she knew that she could not let him go.  First thing was first; Quickly retrieving her cell, she made a call to her precinct, telling them word for word on what she had briefly witnessed, and to the body that lay upon the ground.  To finalize it, she left the exact address with them, before ending the call.  From there, they would take it into their hands, coming to inspect the crime scene, while examining the body and area upon their eventual arrival.  With the call having ended, the cell was placed back into her pocket, now more than ever, Catherine knew that she could not let the man disappear from the police radar, well if he had a plan for himself, that was.  Seeing small flashes of him here, and there within her mind from earlier, or even in reality, plus remembering the direction he had taken also, Catherine wasted little time in the moments that followed to take off after him, in a run, or sprint.

    'Who was he? What was the deceased man to him? Why commit an act such as this? Would she find him, or was it too little, too late, to have picked up her sprinting? Had she lost him for good?'

                  Again, only time would tell.  While keeping her momentum, legs carried her as fast as they could go, arms assisting in that chase, while swinging evenly at her sides to push her forward.  Shade of green-hazel hues remained glued glued to her surroundings, both near, plus far and wide, to get a hopeful glimpse of him once more.  'He couldn't be that far, could he? Would she catch up to him, once more?'  For now, until she knew it was pointless to do so, the smart, no-nonsense detective didn't give up the chase.

  • (Sounds like a plan, it could prove interesting)

  • (Love to)

  • “Hmmm why does.... whatever you may be. Cross paths with a thief? You looking for something to get stolen?”


  • (Sorry for the late comment but thank you for accepting.)

  • How long had she been sitting out here on this bench? It's hard to tell when her eyes are glazed over, the grey-green depths seeming distant. Faraway. As if lost in a daydream. Only it wasn't a daydream at all, those eyes were flicking back and forth rapidly as if they were seeing something other than the night sky above the bench on which she sat. 

    With a gasp she came to, cursing and clutching her head as her slender frame shook from the residual onslaught. It had been awhile since she'd had a spirit induced vision quite that powerful. Still muttering curses, she rose from the bench and slung on her shoulder bag. Her feet drifting along in some direction or other without her seeming to have to think about it. 

    That was how she found herself standing in the lobby apartment complex? Heavens the homes here were weirder than Eurilia and her new home combined. And she'd spent a lot of time in both places. "Well... Here goes nothing." With a glance to her left shoulder, where her spectral protector hovered in all his otherworldly glory. The little Necromancer moved for the elevator, riding up. Up. Until finally her senses locked onto the presence of more spectres. And not the nice kind. These ones were chock full of vengeance... 

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"*Stareing down at his handgun in his hands, Chris didn't dare to lift his head up. He could hear her footsteps and voice echo inside the apartment. Sitting on the lawn chair, he sighed deeply closing his eyes and opening them. Before long the Necorm…"