Role Name:
Android
Role Alignment:
Neutral (Benign)
Abilities:
- You can kill one of your targets each night.
- Trick the town into lynching your target/s.
Attributes:
- Your targets are [Player's name], [Player's name] and [Player's name]
- If one of your targets die from something other than you or lynching, you lose.
Notifications:
You will see "You have successfully killed all 3 targets!" when you kill all targets.
When someone gets killed by an Android, Town will see "He/She was electrocuted by an Android"
Goal:
Stop at nothing to kill your targets during the night or by lynching them.
Win Conditions:
You win with Town
You win with Mafia
You win with Serial Killers
You win with Arsonists
You win with Werewolves
You win with Witches
You win with Survivors
You win with Vampires
You win with Coven
You win with Plaguebearers
You win with Pestilence
You win with Juggernaut
You may spare anyone else
Special Attributes:
Unique Role
Investigator Results:
Sheriff - Your target seems innocent
Investigator - Your target could be Vigilante, Veteran, Android, Mafioso
Consigliere - Your target has cogs for bones, and wires for blood. They must be the Android.
Achievements:
Malfunctioning - Win 1 game as a Android
Unforgiving - Win 5 games as a Android
Ruthless - Win 10 games as a Android
Revenge is a dish best served cold - Win 25 games as a Android
Public Humiliation - Have all your targets lynched
Additional Information:
Your target cannot be Jailor or Godfather.
You can't kill anyone other than your targets at night.
Attack: Basic
Defence: None
Lore:
The master engineer. His maker. His hands were rough, but he made sure to be careful and delicate when dealing with the Android's wires. He slowly stepped away from it, letting out a deep sigh. The engineer always did this, fixing and fixing, as if it was a routine. Though, this day wasn't like the others. He didn't speak, he didn't say anything, the only thing that the Android ever heard was his tired sighs. Perhaps the death of the Mayor troubled him, or maybe he was sick of fixing the Android; sick of always seeing it return home as a pile of scraps. Either way, the ageing man took care of him, when no one else would.
It sounded like an old, almost broken accordion. The sound happened almost every day, feet would drop and they never stand again. It never bothered the Android, but it never pleased him. Did they enjoy this?.
The engineer never came home that night. Instead, a new pair of boots laid their footprints within the house. The shadows of the night covered his face, but the Android could make out a gun.
Bang