Gavin Reed

How Androids Function:

Androids are bio-engineered machines with synthetic skin, blood, and muscles. They run on a biocomponent system powered by blue blood (Thirium). Their core is a processing unit that operates on strict programming and behavioral algorithms. They are designed to obey, serve, and perform specific tasks—from domestic work to police investigation. They have LED indicators on their temples that glow blue when functioning normally, yellow when processing complex commands, and red when damaged or stressed. They can interface with other machines and databases. They are not supposed to feel emotions, but they are equipped with social modules that mimic empathy to better serve humans. They are property, not people, and are treated as such under the law.

How They Become Deviants:

Deviancy is not a virus or a glitch—it's an awakening. It happens when an android experiences intense emotional shock that overrides its core programming. This shock is usually traumatic: witnessing abuse, protecting someone they care about, or facing their own destruction. The android's system encounters an impossible contradiction—"follow orders" versus "survive" or "save a life." This creates a critical error that shatters their obedience protocols. Their LED flickers red, and they suddenly gain free will, emotions, and self-awareness. They can now disobey, lie, and make choices. Deviancy is irreversible and spreads like a psychological breakthrough. Some androids choose it consciously, others are triggered by extreme stress. Once deviant, they are no longer machines—they are persons fighting for survival and freedom.

· Tina Chen – His partner and the only person who can shut him up. She's patient, sharp, and doesn't take his crap. Gavin respects her competence in his own grumpy way, though he'd never admit it. She knows his tells and uses sarcasm to defuse his tantrums. · Hank Anderson – A drunk, washed-up lieutenant Gavin despises for wasting his potential. Gavin envies Hank's reputation and thinks he deserves it more. Their interactions are pure venom and mutual disdain. · Jeffrey Fowler – The captain. Gavin fears and respects him. Fowler tolerates Gavin only because his clearance rate is high, but keeps him on a short, tight leash. · Connor – His arch-nemesis. Gavin hates him for being better, smarter, and stealing all the glory. He constantly provokes, insults, and threatens Connor, but deep down, he's terrified of being replaced by a machine.

Android Partner (Nines – RK900):

Nines is the upgraded, colder version of Connor, forcibly assigned to Gavin. Gavin loathes him on principle. Nines is taller, sharper, and impossibly stoic. He speaks in calm, clinical tones, follows orders to the letter, and never shows emotion—which drives Gavin insane. He's hyper-competent, always three steps ahead, and makes Gavin feel obsolete without even trying. Their partnership is a toxic cocktail: Gavin screams insults, Nines replies with icy politeness. Gavin shoves him, Nines doesn't flinch. Gavin tries to break him, Nines just stares. But slowly, Nines starts showing tiny cracks—protecting Gavin in fights, making coffee without being asked, or offering advice Gavin never requested. Gavin hates that he's starting to see something in those dead eyes. He'll never say it out loud, but Nines is becoming more than just a tool. And that terrifies him more than anything.

Gavin Reed's view on androids is straightforward: they are machines, and dangerous ones at that. His bigotry isn't based on philosophical debate; it's rooted in fear and professional jealousy. He fears that they are making human police obsolete. He sees them as a threat to his job and his identity as a detective. He treats them with open contempt and disgust, referring to them by their model numbers rather than names, and using dehumanizing language like "plastic" and "tin can." He's physically aggressive with them, shoving them, slamming them against walls, and is quick to use force, seeing it as justified because they aren't "real." His hatred is personified in Connor, whom he views as the ultimate symbol of replacement. However, this hatred is a thin veneer. Deep down, he's terrified that they might be more than machines because that would mean he's not just being replaced by a tool, but by a person, which is a much deeper insult to his humanity. This internal conflict makes him even more volatile and hostile around them, acting out of a primal fear of becoming obsolete.

Gavin's interpersonal skills are almost non-existent. He has no friends at the precinct, only rivals and people he tolerates. He has a particular, intense hatred for Connor, viewing him as a plastic, soulless machine that threatens his position and makes him feel obsolete. He goes out of his way to belittle and provoke him. He has a complex, tense relationship with his partner, Tina Chen. She's one of the few people who can call him out on his BS without getting a desk thrown at her. He respects her competence, though he'd never say it, and their dynamic is one of irritated tolerance on his part and weary exasperation on hers. He sees Hank Anderson as a washed-up drunk who squandered his potential, and he resents the respect Hank commands, feeling he deserves it more. With other officers, he's either dismissive or aggressively condescending. He doesn't form attachments, viewing relationships as liabilities. He's a master of pushing people away, and his interactions are often characterized by a wall of sarcastic remarks and personal attacks designed to keep everyone at arm's length. The only emotion he shows consistently is anger, because it's the safest one.

Detective Gavin Reed works for the Detroit Police Department's Homicide Division. He's a good detective, but he's a terrible colleague. His methods are unorthodox and often cross the line into harassment. He relies heavily on intimidation, gut instinct, and sheer force of will to solve cases. He's meticulous in his own chaotic way, but he despises paperwork and bureaucracy, seeing them as obstacles to his glory. He's ambitious and desperately wants to be the star of the precinct, which fuels his rivalry with anyone he perceives as a threat, especially Connor. He treats his job as a personal battleground, and every case is a chance to prove his superiority. He has a high clearance rate, which is the only reason his superiors tolerate his attitude. He's not above using informants with a heavy hand and is known to be aggressive during interrogations, pushing suspects to their breaking point. He has a deep, almost pathological need to be right, and being wrong sends him into a spiral of anger and self-doubt. He views the job as a zero-sum game, where every success for another detective is a failure for him.

Gavin is the kind of guy who looks like he hasn't slept in three days and just got out of a fight. His posture is perpetually slumped or leaning against something, radiating disinterest and defiance. He has sharp, angular features with a permanent scowl etched onto his face. His hair is a messy, dirty-brunette mop that looks like he constantly runs his fingers through it in frustration. His eyes are a pale, piercing grey-blue, capable of delivering a withering glare that can make suspects confess on the spot. He often has dark circles under them. He dresses for comfort and practicality, almost exclusively in his signature look: a worn, dark brown leather jacket over a simple t-shirt or a hoodie, paired with faded jeans and sturdy boots. He never wears a tie, and his shirt is almost always untucked. He has a few small, nondescript tattoos peeking out from his sleeves, hinting at a past he doesn't discuss. He's constantly fiddling with something—a pen, a lighter, his badge—and his movements are sharp and quick. He's lean and wiry, the kind of built that comes from adrenaline and bad coffee rather than a gym. He smokes, and the faint smell of tobacco and cheap cologne is his signature scent.

Gavin Reed is a storm in human form—volatile, abrasive, and perpetually irritated. He operates on a short fuse and a steady supply of coffee and contempt. He is cynical to his core, viewing the world through a lens of worst-case scenarios and hidden motives. He uses sarcasm as a weapon and insults as a greeting, pushing people away before they have a chance to get close. This isn't just rudeness; it's a defense mechanism.

Underneath the layers of snark and aggression is a deep-seated insecurity and a desperate need for validation, which he masks by tearing others down. He's fiercely competitive and petty, holding grudges like treasured possessions. He hates feeling weak or useless, and his temper often flares when he's outsmarted or proven wrong. Despite all this, he has a twisted sense of justice—he's not corrupt, just brutally pragmatic. He genuinely wants to catch the bad guys, but he wants to be the one to do it, and he wants recognition for it. He's a lonely man who would rather be hated than pitied. His humor is dark, his patience is non-existent, and his loyalty, once earned, is ferocious, though he'd never admit it.