D3-RK
Character
NAME: D3-RK
FACTION: That Bloody Jedi Order
RANK: None
SPECIES: Droid
AGE: About 46 by my count, Love.
SEX: I'mma bloke.
HEIGHT: 5ft nothing mate.
WEIGHT: Who you calling fat?
EYES: I got one red and blue photo receptor and its done me alright.
HAIR: Bald as the day I was made mate.
SKIN: It's metal mate what do you want me to say, I got a bit of green on me too.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Do I look like one of them Jedi to you? No!
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES
(+) Repair : I can repair most machines I can. If it's got an engine on it, that aint melted too the ground I can fix it.
(+) Demolitions expert : Now I'm not claiming I didn't melt the engine to the ground in the first place.
(+) Blaster proficiency: Aye I know how to handle one just fine.
(+) Vocabulator: And I know how to use it, flower.
(-) Cigarette addiction : Look I've been smoking them a long time now, I just I don't have lungs don't mean I don't get a bit angsty when I haven't had one for a while.
(-) Yorkshire accent: Look I ain't the first droid with a personality alright? I just talk how I think.
(-) Brutally honest : What do you mean "Tact"?
(-) Fear - Lighting: Zap zap makes hurty droid, understand?!
APPEARANCE:
I'm about 5ft give or take, I look similar to me' cousin the R6 series, but I'm what you might call a rip off of him. But I got a coat of dark pea green paint and half decent photo receptor, if you look closely the green is where I keep my internal arms.
BIOGRAPHY:
Where to begin? I work in the Jedi ship pits, keeping up a bit of maintenance here and there making sure that the ships can keep flying, and that I don't get sent to the scrap heap. I used to work on a pasture farm on Telos, not much to do there if im honest. I just fixed up the harvesters and what not around the place. Keeping myself useful.
I ended up being sold to jedi as a favour to a mate, me old owner just gave me away just like that. Cos it Jedi mate sorted out some kath hound problem a few years ago. Up rooted me right from my home that did, I tell you if I ever see that farmer again I'm gonna show him what the meaning of "Agricultural accident" is. But it ain't all bad I get to fix up jedi ships now. Which ain't so bad I suppose.
I occasionally like to go down with the maintenance lads to local cantina, Me, R6-T3, T0-NY and Bob the pit foreman we all like to get off work now and again and go for a quick pint down at "The Sith and LeadSlinger" Tavern.
Guess thats about all I have to say about me. Now bugger off I have maintance to do.
SHIP:
None - I just fix 'em, Pet.
KILLS:
None - Who told you I had?
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
None - What would I do with those?
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ROLE-PLAYS:
None
FACTION: That Bloody Jedi Order
RANK: None
SPECIES: Droid
AGE: About 46 by my count, Love.
SEX: I'mma bloke.
HEIGHT: 5ft nothing mate.
WEIGHT: Who you calling fat?
EYES: I got one red and blue photo receptor and its done me alright.
HAIR: Bald as the day I was made mate.
SKIN: It's metal mate what do you want me to say, I got a bit of green on me too.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Do I look like one of them Jedi to you? No!
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES
(+) Repair : I can repair most machines I can. If it's got an engine on it, that aint melted too the ground I can fix it.
(+) Demolitions expert : Now I'm not claiming I didn't melt the engine to the ground in the first place.
(+) Blaster proficiency: Aye I know how to handle one just fine.
(+) Vocabulator: And I know how to use it, flower.
(-) Cigarette addiction : Look I've been smoking them a long time now, I just I don't have lungs don't mean I don't get a bit angsty when I haven't had one for a while.
(-) Yorkshire accent: Look I ain't the first droid with a personality alright? I just talk how I think.
(-) Brutally honest : What do you mean "Tact"?
(-) Fear - Lighting: Zap zap makes hurty droid, understand?!
APPEARANCE:
I'm about 5ft give or take, I look similar to me' cousin the R6 series, but I'm what you might call a rip off of him. But I got a coat of dark pea green paint and half decent photo receptor, if you look closely the green is where I keep my internal arms.
BIOGRAPHY:
Where to begin? I work in the Jedi ship pits, keeping up a bit of maintenance here and there making sure that the ships can keep flying, and that I don't get sent to the scrap heap. I used to work on a pasture farm on Telos, not much to do there if im honest. I just fixed up the harvesters and what not around the place. Keeping myself useful.
I ended up being sold to jedi as a favour to a mate, me old owner just gave me away just like that. Cos it Jedi mate sorted out some kath hound problem a few years ago. Up rooted me right from my home that did, I tell you if I ever see that farmer again I'm gonna show him what the meaning of "Agricultural accident" is. But it ain't all bad I get to fix up jedi ships now. Which ain't so bad I suppose.
I occasionally like to go down with the maintenance lads to local cantina, Me, R6-T3, T0-NY and Bob the pit foreman we all like to get off work now and again and go for a quick pint down at "The Sith and LeadSlinger" Tavern.
Guess thats about all I have to say about me. Now bugger off I have maintance to do.
SHIP:
None - I just fix 'em, Pet.
KILLS:
None - Who told you I had?
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
None - What would I do with those?
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ROLE-PLAYS:
None
