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J-117

Name: J-117 (John-117)
Faction: N/A
Rank: N/A
Species: Human (Genetically Augmented Super Soldier)
Age: 32
Sex: Male
Height: 7'2
Weight: 438lbs
Eyes: N/A
Hair: N/A
Skin: N/A
Force Sensitive: No

Strengths:
+ Possesses lightsaber-resistant energy shielded armor. Note: The armor is only resistant to sabers, blasters, or other attacks, not immune to. This means he can still be cut in half, once his shields are down.
+ As a result of J-117's genetic tampering, he is a perfect human specimen. His armor adds to his already substantial strength, speed, reflexes, and mental acuity.
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Advanced training with weapons, espescially blasters and weapons that use less traditional projectile-based munitions. Hand-to-hand combat is also a specialty of J-117

Weaknesses:
- Social handicap due to isolation, intense lifelong training, post-traumatic stress syndrome, and severe genetic augmentation.
- Can only speak in sentences of 10 words or less.

Appearance:
Intimidating is too light a word to describe 117 with. He is an awe-inspiring weapon, built upon the platform that was once a normal man. He wears a dark green suit of armor, complete with energy shielding, a rubber gel layer for absorbing impact, and an inch-thick wall of hardened metal alloy. A reflective orange visor masks the visage of a man who's face has been hidden so long, not even he remembers what it looks like.

Bio:
Kidnapped at the age of six from a small playground on the once peaceful planet of Mandalore (during the Duchess Satine's rule during the Clone Wars), he was subjected to inhumanely harsh training. He was kept in isolation, away from other children, but forced to lead them during training exercises. When he was 18, 117 was gifted his first suit of MJOLNIR armor, fitted and calibrated espescially for him. Shortly after, the training intensified to compensate for 117's new advantages. The simulations became life-threatening, and failure to complete them always resulted with the death of at least one of his fellow soldiers. Eventually, these new soldiers were set out on the universe, becoming an integeral part in many wars, and saving billions of lives. He is now the last of his kind, a rogue warrior scraping meager bounties for a living. If you have a problem, if he can help, and if you can find him maybe you can hire... The A-Team J-117.

Ship:
J-117 cruises around in a small, nimble bomber known only by it's cryptic name; Banshee.


Note: Yes, this is the Chief you're looking for.
 

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