Character Grigory the Bear

[Grigory the Bear]

Grigory the Bear

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NAME: Girgory
FACTION: United Workers of the Galaxy
RANK: Bear
SPECIES: Unknown, possible genetic hybrid
AGE: Unknown
SEX: Bear
HEIGHT: On all fours, about 2 meters. Reared up, closer to 5.
WEIGHT: 1400 kilograms, give or take a few dozen
EYES: Brown
FUR: Brown
SKIN: Mind your damn business, comrade.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Beary Force sensitive, da.

STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:

(+/-) Is Big- Grigory is enormous. On the one hand, this means that he makes for an intimidating foe on the battlefield. On the other hand, this means that he has a hard time fitting on public transportation.
(+/-) Fur Coat- Excellent insulation means that Grigory is well suited to harsh environments, provided they're on the colder side. Anything above 30° C is intensely uncomfortable, and he runs the real risk of heat stroke.
(+) Is Stronk- With great bulk comes great strength. Grigory has a hard time bench pressing, thanks to basic physiology, but he can throw a sufficiently patient bantha some distance.
(+) Much Force- It's not that Grigory has a high concentration of midichlorians swimming in his blood. He just has so much blood that he can hold a lot of them.
(-) Simple Kind of Bear- Grigory isn't dumb, he's just uncomplicated. His problem solving process has precisely three steps: kill it, drink it under the table, and "I have cousin, he fix you right up, da." The fact that he doesn't actually have any cousins is irrelevant.
(-) Look Comrade, No Hands- Grigory's paws are more dexterous than the average bear. He can handle a gun, drive or fly if he can fit into the cockpit, and with a little effort, work a datapad. But anything more precise than that is right out. Despite his Force potential and a bit of training over the years, he can't wield a lightsaber in the traditional way. If he needs one, he uses it as a bayonet on his rifle.

APPEARANCE:
Imagine the largest grizzly bear you've ever seen. Now imagine it as a chain smoking alcoholic with a penchant for antiquated weaponry and a thick accent. That's Grigory.

BIOGRAPHY:
Grigory's earliest memories were of a laboratory. To this day, he still doesn't know who made him, or why. He was experimented on extensively in his youth, administered countless drug cocktails and surgeries to increase intelligence, dexterity, and give him the ability to speak. For what point or purpose, he was never told. Despite that, he looks back fondly on his early days. His creators were as kind as they could be, given the circumstances. He was kept comfortable, given a top notch education, and even allowed an extensive collection of books,

games, and other media to help pass the time. He had no head for science, was dreadful at math and economics, but he loved philosophy. Over the years, he developed the philosophy that the common man was exploited by the ruling class, and decided that, should he ever gain his freedom, he would work towards their liberation. It was a goal that kept him going in the hard times, after painful surgeries or drug reactions that left him weak and ill.

After more than a decade, his creators faced a choice: whatever program spawned him was out of money. Grigory was clearly a success, but it was hard to justify creating more of him. They were ordered to liquidate him, to keep whatever state secrets had made him from falling into hostile hands, but by that point, they rather liked the bear. He was loud and brash and a little too radical for polite society, but he was still a sapient being with thoughts, feelings, and dreams. They were scientists, not murderers, but if they let him go, they'd almost certainly be murdered in turn. The only solution, then, was to stage a breakout, make it look like Grigory escaped of his own volition. By that point, he needed little encouragement. Given a smuggled rifle that he was told was the tool of his forebears, Grigory fought his way to freedom.

Ever since then, he's kept good on his promise. He goes where he's needed. He's no strategist, but a three meter tall bear bellowing slogans on a picket line is a powerful tool for the liberation of the worker from under the bootheel of the bourgeois. He's a simple and uncomplicated thing. He loves children and vodka, getting into fights with oppressors, and hardbass. He hates jackbooted thugs, tight spaces, and planets where vodka is hard to come by. When he's happy, he's positively effervescent. When he's angry, he's a primeval force of nature. His favorite foods are the hearts of child abusers, the marrow of the bourgeois, and borsht, and he's quite good at scrounging up all three.

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

In Soviet Russia, bear hunts you!!

 

[Jax Thio]

"Some people think they can outsmart me. Maybe, maybe. I've yet to meet one who can outsmart bullet."