Although certainly not a classical beauty, Angel was created by a sculptor to be his ideal companion. She quickly proved herself to be a creature of hate, not love-killing her maker in a berserk fury.
The immortal anti-hero...robotic female style. She is not sensitive about her size/proportions - that's the way she was made. She is, however, resentful of living beings and dislikes cyborgs even more because they have sullied synthetic life with flesh components. Her programming is simple. Terminate all opponents.
"Somebody farted. Got to be one of those organic [fighter]s."
"Is this the best evolution could come up with?"
"I'm gonna own [map name] before we're done."
"You [fighter]s wouldn't know real beauty if it bit your sorry butt. I'm leaving."
"Yeah, that was fun. Not."
"Okay, fleshy slugs. Let's get it on."
"Wake up, fleshbags. Angel's crashed your little party."
"Angel of Mercy? Not in your lifetime, [fighter]."
"What, you expected cherubs and sugary stuff?"
"I would have won, too, if I had taken nothin' but cheap and easy shots."
"Yeah, well, we're all having fun now."
"Stuck in the middle again."
"There just ain't no justice."
"I thought I was a bit rusty."
"Okay, kiddies. Pick up all your body parts and get out."
"Bet you [fighter]s didn't expect me to be prom queen."
"Hey, [loser]. You make an easy target with that big 'L' painted on your forehead."
"I told you [fighter]s I would own this place."
"Ooh, well isn't [winner] a big hero?"
"Always a bridesmaid, never a bride."
"Wait. All of you [fighter]s here, and I'm the loser? Who else finds this funny?"
"What's the matter, [enemy]? Your organic brain can't decipher good manners?"
"Let me finish the stupid sentence, [enemy]."
"Fair is fair. I'd do the same to you, [fighter]."
"Ooh, I like the rough stuff."
"Oh look, a dweeb with a pee-shooter. And I'm not talking about your gun."
"You flesh folk leak too much."
"Oh wait ... I'm sorry ... did that hurt, [enemy]?"
"Guess I'll have to set this gun to SPLATTER."
"Could I get a magnet here?"
"Hey, so what? It's the only rush I'll get in here."
"So I'll get a job as an ashtray."
"So this is why they call it TERMINAL velocity."
"Now I know the melting point of... me. Ten degrees less than this."
"Now you think I'm hot, right?"
"It's like being hugged by a human."
"Gaaahhhh! It's not supposed to hurt like this!"
"Wait a minute... robots can't drown! Blub, blub, blub."
"If the lack of air don't get you, the rust will."
"Anyone got some rust remover?"
"Aw, the heck with it."
"I just wanted to see how much it hurts before I use it on [enemy]."
"Get your sweaty, fleshy hands off me, [enemy]."
"Ever get the feeling you're being watched?"
"Okay, [enemy]. You like what you see?"
"Don't stand in a puddle when re-charging. Gotta write that down ..."
"Hey, [enemy], Quit laughing. Half those sparks are coming from me!"
"Green. I hate green."
"I'll get re-wired, [enemy], ... you'll just decompose."
"At least I don't stink when I rot."
"I'd tell you to kiss my butt, but I'm afraid you'd take me up on it."
"It's good that you did this before you got old and weak, [enemy]."
"I'm impressed, [enemy]. You're the best inferior I've ever met."
"This way I don't have to risk getting your guts all over me, [enemy]."
"It'd be your pleasure to wake up next to me, but tragically, you won't be waking up."
"'Scuse me, [fighter], Angel needs some room to move."
"Someone call the big orange truck to clean up this road kill."
"You're a pus bag, [enemy], and you can take that literally."
"You've got to have some non-organic parts in there somewhere, [enemy]."
"I wanted you to feel like you could do something well, so I killed you again."
"You cut the cheese, [enemy]? Or is this your normal perfume?"
"Hey, [enemy], repeat after me ... I WILL brush my teeth."
"All the leaves have shaken off that bush. I see you now."
"The hot wings made my fingers all sticky."
"Robot?!?! I'm a synthetic humanoid, thank you very much."
"Hi, my name is Angel, and yes, I am a fragaholic."
"I don't dance, unless it's on [random player]'s head."
"Pygmalion was a jerk."