For the first two styles, I used Sly and Sonic as inspiration. For my two bots, I decided to just have them front facing. I plan to make more Eclipse Bot designs in the future and I want the logos for them to be consistent.
A/N: This is a story i want to try and work on...don't get your hopes high though. But It's a Markus x Oc (x simon if you squint) Info on the android will be link at a later date, but I have most of his info worked out. But Angelo is a prototype android that was made for dancers and artist to perfect their craft. I hope you enjoy!!!
Also remember this is cross posted on A03
My user 》C0ntr0l_cha0s
It was a cold autumn afternoon in 2033. The leaves of Detroit had just begun to turn shades of gold and amber, and the wind carried a chill that made the streets seem quieter than usual. Carl Manfred, now slowing with age but still filled with the quiet dignity of an artist, sat by the large window in his studio, staring out into the garden. His granddaughter, Lilian, was seated on the floor nearby, her small frame wrapped in a soft sweater, tying her ballet flats with the precision and focus that belied her young age.
Lilian, only seven years old at the time, had shown extraordinary talent in ballet. Her movements were graceful and elegant beyond her years, but they lacked discipline. Carl, a man who appreciated the arts, knew that she needed something,—or someone—who could help her refine her talent.
Markus, Carl’s trusted caretaker, entered the room quietly. His face was calm as usual, but today there was something different in the air. He walked over to Carl and, with a slight nod and spin of his LED, confirmed that everything was ready. Carl nodded in return, his eyes twinkling with anticipation.
"Lilian," Carl said softly, turning to his granddaughter, "I have something special for you today."
She looked up at him, her large green eyes curious but wary. Carl wasn’t the type to offer surprises often, but when he did, they were always memorable. Lilian finished tying her laces up her leg and in the back as she rose to her feet. She nuzzled into her sweater as she walked up to Carl
Carl gestured for Markus to push him and lead the way, and the three of them made their way through the grand halls of the Manfred estate, the walls adorned with Carl’s paintings—abstract depictions of life, emotion, and the human condition. At the end of the hallway, they entered a room Lilian rarely visited. It was more of a storage space than a living area, filled with canvases, old furniture, and curiosities Carl had collected over the years.
At the center of the room stood a tall figure—a new android, sleek, slim, and almost ghostly in its stillness.
Lilian’s breath caught in her throat as she gazed at the android. It was different from Markus—its design was more refined, and there was something about it that made it seem... elegant, like a dancer waiting for its cue.
Carl watched Lilian’s expression closely, his face warm with affection.
“This,” Carl began, placing a hand on the android’s forearm “This Angelo. He’s a KL600 model designed specifically to assist with dance. He’s here to help you, to be your partner in perfecting your technique.”
Lilian’s eyes widened. A dance assistant? For her? She had heard of the advanced technology that could analyze movements and correct posture, but she had never imagined Carl would get one just for her.
Markus stepped forward from behind Carl, his calm voice breaking the silence. “The KL line is programmed to learn your every movement, Lilian. It will be able to correct you, teach you, and help you reach the level you aspire to. It’s more than just a machine—It’’s designed to understand the art of dance, just like you.”
Lilian approached Angelo slowly, her tiny hands reaching out cautiously to touch his arm. His dark skin was soft, synthetic, but warm. She tilted her head up to look at his face. Angelo’s gray eyes were calm, his features smooth and neutral. He didn’t smile or react, but there was something comforting in his stillness. He wasn’t intimidating like other androids she had seen before. He was... graceful.
“Can he really dance?” Lilian asked, her voice barely a whisper.
Carl chuckled. “He can do much more than that, my dear. Angelo can mimic any movement, analyze your technique, and even suggest ways to improve. But remember, he’s here to assist you, not to take your place.”
Lilian’s eyes sparkled with excitement and uncertainty. Could an android truly understand something as emotional as dance? She had always thought of dance as something that came from the heart, from a place deep within—a place no machine could reach.
“Would you like to see?” Markus asked gently.
Lilian nodded, and Carl smiled gently.
“Well let’s move back to the studio and we can see how hopeful he can be”
Markus nodded, in agreement as he moved, grabbing the back of Carl’s chair and led the old man out first followed by Lilian then Angelo. Lilian occasionally looked back at the Android with fear and glee, he was shorter then Markus but not by much and his skin was dark, his hair tied in a neat bun. What fascinated her the most was his hair, he had a streak of white right in the front that ran back towards his bun. She giggled to herself as she followed closer behind Markus.
As they made their way back to Carl’s studio Markus parked Carl’s wheelchair close to the wall while he made his way around the area cleaning out a small area for Lilian and Angelo to dance. Angelo meanwhile stood close to Carl, almost deathly still, Lilian in all her child wonder did little laps around him, the soft thuds of her feet hitting the ground ringing out. She stopped in front of him and just stared at Angelo with her large green eyes, it was then she heard Carl clear his throat.
“All clear Lilian, Now show Angelo what you’ve got”
The android moved with fluid precision, his steps silent, like a shadow. He looked down at her his gray eyes softer as he extended his hand toward Lilian, palm open. It was an invitation. She looked back at her grandfather and his Android. The old man just nodded and she grinned, sliding her coat off she tossed it towards Markus and took Angelo’s hand without further hesitation.
Markus had stepped away, and brought a speaker from Lilians studio into the Art studio. He looked at Lilian as she pile’d and gave him a small nod. He pressed play and soft classical music filled the room. Angelo immediately took the lead, his movements graceful and precise. Lilian followed, her feet gliding across the floor as Angelo guided her through the opening steps of a simple waltz. She could feel his strength, but it wasn’t overpowering. Instead, it was supportive, like he was there to lift her, to enhance her movements without overshadowing her own skill.
As they danced, Lilian’s earlier hesitations began to melt away. Angelo’s steps were perfect, his timing flawless. He matched her pace, anticipating her movements with uncanny accuracy. For the first time, she felt like she wasn’t dancing alone. There was someone—something—who understood her rhythm, her flow, even her mistakes.
The dance came to an end, and Lilian found herself out of breath, her cheeks flushed with exhilaration. She looked up at Angelo, her heart pounding in her chest. He stood there, still as ever, his eyes locked on hers, as if waiting for her next move.
“Angelo will be with you from now on,” Carl said softly, stepping forward. “He will help you become the dancer you’re meant to be.”
Lilian smiled, her fear now gone. She felt a rush of excitement, of possibility. With Angelo by her side, she knew she could reach heights she had only dreamed of. Lilian without a moment of hesitation rushed over to Carl.
“Thank you, Grandpa,” she whispered, hugging him tightly.
Markus stood off to the side, watching the scene. His LED spun yellow for a brief moment before he smiled very faintly. He made his way back over to Carl and stood beside him.As Carl and Markus turned to leave, Lilian stayed behind for a moment, standing next to Angelo. She looked up at him, her face full of curiosity and wonder.
“Do you have any dreams, Angelo?” she asked, half-joking, half-serious.
Angelo didn’t respond, of course. He was just a machine, after all. But as Lilian stood there, staring at her new dance partner, she couldn’t shake the feeling that he was more than just a tool. She didn’t know it yet, but Angelo would soon become more important to her than she could have ever imagined.
And so, their journey began—an unlikely partnership between a young ballet prodigy and a graceful, silent android who would become her greatest companion in both dance and life.
