Zat Evans / [Original name when created : F-54X] Gender : She/Her Height : 5'5 Identity : Bisexual And Asexual Zat is an ordinary robot who fights crime and protects the city all day everyday. It's her all time favorite job! She was created by a man who is a scientist and inventor, Gerald Evans, which Zat calls him her dad. Zat hated the cold weather, Hypothermia can get caused in her systems. She is allergic to peaches, it could make her puke somehow. Water can malfunction Zat easily, so she is only allowed to take a bath in coconut oil. Weird. She never lets anyone look at her diary She is kind of a hostile NPC, so if she gets harassed, she grabs the player with her tail, shocks them while slamming them side by side of the elevator, then throws them to the ground. Zat is the BIGGEST FAN of Pokemon, My Life As A Teenage Robot, And Sonic. She has a collection of merch. Zat has white metal skin, long white hair, yellowish orange electric antennas, toony eyes, a orange backwards cap with white details, a blue jacket with a oversized hoodie neck, a red sleeve and a yellow sleeve, black fingerless gloves, jeans with red converse shoes, orange sci-fi shades, a cartoonish "Z" pin in white with a red outline on her jacket, and a electric wire tail, one red wire being mixed with a blue one, Including rocket boosters on her feet. Likes : Fast food, Video games, Writing, Fighting crime, watching cartoons, listening to music, fashion, collecting things, protection, being herself. Dislikes / Hates : People looking in her diary, water, the cold, getting embarrassed in public, stalkers (she beats the living hell out of them). Her birthday : January 1st, 20XX.

Full name : Gerald Evans Gender : He/Him Height : 6'4 He is a scientist and an inventor for his projects, well mainly he created Zat, and he's her father! Gerald makes sure Zat isn't badly injured, it takes GOD KNOWS HOW LONG to repair her. *He has dark hair, a black chin beard, yellow tinned glasses (or goggles), a grey shirt, a simple black tie, black trousers, black boots, and black gloves.*