SkunkyArt | Janntly — | D2D || Bleu |

Born sometime in June, Bleu finally arrived in this cold, unforgiving world, his first few days of life, were rather frightening to say the least.

The first days of his existence were full of being hooked to various machines, trying to program and improve the small male as much as possible, limbs were torn off carelessly despite the possibility of the young man feeling pain, and many augmentations were fitted into him.

The goal of the company he was "born" under, were established to supply the most efficient foot soldiers for the battle field. Little consideration of their own well being was taken into account.

A goal of the company was to make their Genhumans as sturdy and hardworking as possible, some models only designed to last the designated amount of years required for their service in the force. To cut on expense costs of course, and rake in the highest profit possible. Maintenance costs = $$$ after all!

"Bleu" although given some other robo name at the time, was their flagship model at the time, they had much promise in his design. For he was sturdy, strong yet agile and sure footed enough to get around, a stark contrast to their earlier foot soldier models.

After a year or so, of intensive training and a couple of missions, they were quite disappointed in "Bleu's" performance reports. He was just not fast enough for their taste. He had all the other positive trademarks, but they wanted something faster.

Bleu was taken into the shop once more, old parts once more ripped apart and replaced, more machines hooked up, they were determined, to make him, the perfect soldier.

Sending him out on the field once more, they wanted to test the newly renovated soldier. They still found themselves quite disappointed in his performance, it just wasn't good enough for them. They found him to be a failed project.

On a particular excursion, in the highest point of the Atoll War, acid warfare was used in certain fronts, Bleu had the misfortune of encountering said front, and found himself meeting a rather painful fate as it melted through the visor of his helmet, the pain so immense, he passed out on the scene, and had to be carried back into the shop for emergency repairs.

The company refused to perform the maintenance repairs, already considering Bleu a money pit as it was. Plans of termination, were put into effect, he was a failed project after all.

With nothing but a dirtied blood soaked bandage covering where his eyes once were, he was left on termination row, where he would be destroyed, his parts sent to salvage yards to obtain any sort of reparations for his project costs. Cold, afraid, seeing nothing more darkness, there was little hope for the Genhuman.

Out of sheer luck, a kind hearted older man discovered Bleu upon going through the company, combing around for spare parts to fix his medical equipment. Needless to say, even in his dismantled state, he saw great promise in the young Genhuman, particularly a beautiful, and unique mind.

A few meganor amounts of currency and words were exchanged, and Bleu soon found himself in much better hands with the older man, who operated a small but successful hospital business, catering to more of the impoverished folks of Ironstead.

Even without functioning eyes, Bleu expressed quite the dexterity, due to age and the slight onset of Parkinson's disease the elder doctor was unable to perform surgeries with his shaky hands. Verbally he would instruct Bleu on where to cut, were to stitch, and found himself thoroughly impressed with the GenHuman's precision.

For the next year or so, the duo worked together, with the knowledge of the doctor and Bleu's dexterity, they made quite the team and formed a close father-son type relationship. The doctor teaching the young GenHuman the vast knowledge he knew, and Bleu in turn, performing the tasks the older doctor could no longer perform.

Wanting to gift the other with the most beautiful vision possible in return. Without Bleu's knowledge, the older worked on a pair of specialized optics, it was the last meticulous task the doctor would ever be able to perform.

On the day marking the older man's retirement, he gifted Bleu with the pair of new eyes. And for the first time in almost two years, he was finally able to see again. Better than ever.

Sadly the doctor's health continued to fail as the disease progressed, now bed ridden the poor doctor could not do much more. To repay the kind hearted man for his love and knowledge, Bleu began to seek jobs elsewhere, to help take care of financial and medical costs for him and his wife.

Eventually he found himself applying for a position in CORE starting out as a simple dust miner, but as his potential shown through, he was eventually moved up to a Combat Medic position along with working in a Rescue and Recovery regimen with the corp.

Currently he works in CORE, and still remains close to his "family", along with sending quite a money to them.