PHRS-11 "Cannibal"
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CHARACTER BIOGRAPHY TEMPLATE
NAME: Prototype Human Resources Supervisor - 11 "Cannibal" / "Adam"
FACTION: Confederacy of the Scar Worlds
RANK: Head of Human Resources
SPECIES: Droid: SD-K4 assassin droid, Custom AI Core
AGE: 50~
SEX: DROID
HEIGHT: 1.21 Meters / 4 ft
WEIGHT: 430
EYES: Dim-red optical Sensors
HAIR: Hopefully not.
SKIN: Durasteel Plating
FORCE SENSITIVE: Not yet...
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
W - Metallic Emotions: Contrary to what some might think, having depth to your emotions and thoughts is something of a boon when dealing with organics. Their ways and actions given new meaning when viewed through a sympathetic lens that might understand their motivations. Their ticks and lies seen through the eyes of one who is familiar with such things. Cannibal is not. He is a dulled thing, at least in this regard. An AI with true consciousness, but a being wrought and born of war. As such things like subtle lies or sarcasm can often be missed. A weakness that, while may one day be lessened, will never truly go away. Leaving him with something akin to organic psychopathy, though markedly different.
W - Curiosity befitting a Cat: A mind willing to learn, willing to adapt and change is certainly a useful tool, though being willing to let someone shoot you with an unknown weapon to understand how it affects your chassis is not a useful tool to have. Something which while acknowledged by, was never quite fixed within the mind of Cannibal.
S - A Second to consume Eons: Cold and Rigid metal, plastic and various other materials make up the constitution of Cannibals core. It is a dense thing capable of processing as fast if not faster than top of the line computers. Seconds tick by ever slower for him, time to utilize his ever increasing intellect and move his ever responsive body granting him inhuman reactions befitting his similarly inhuman state.
S - Human Resource Disposal: Cannibal in his role as both military and scientific mind, flourished under the teachings and guidance of the scientists responsible for his birth. Though that was never his true purpose nor calling, as was seen when put to field. Cannibal is an artisanal killer, crafted with the tools neccisary to stalk, run down and kill those who find themselves the enemies of his progenitor. With his burgeoning interest in psychology, that skill is being honed ever sharper.
APPEARANCE:
Spider-like in it's make, the true appearance of cannibal is the highly advanced "true-ai" core in it's center. The assassin droid's chassis having been... reclaimed... Cannibal decorates it's form with the scattered remains and parts of what droids he encounter's with merit. His collecting hobby stemming from a desire to eventually construct a far superior chassis for himself than that of the old-era separatist assassin droid.
BIOGRAPHY:
Constructed near the year of 845 ABY by the King of Kesh, Solan Charr. Cannibal, or at that time "Adam" by name of the project, was a tool of war given sapience and sentience for reasons he could not at the time understand. If he was to be a weapon, why give it feelings, the ability to change allegiances, thoughts at all? Fear, sadness, guilt. All things that had to be quickly subdued in his early days as he grew into his role of cold and calculating manager of 'Human Resources' as the lab workers put it. When they were unsure of his stability he was somewhat restricted, kept in the lab for years and years while under study. His considerable intelligence dedicated towards the improvement and innovation of Kesh's resources, weapons and other technologies. It was, frankly, soulless work. Work that fit the soulless droid quite well and were it not for the internal clock which kept him overly informed of the passing each nano-second went through he might have found the years swiftly gone due his enjoyment.
Of course, organics grow comfortable around things they believe they understand. Relaxed with things they deem familiar. Near no man in this galaxy has the vigilance and dedication to keep their guards high over the course of years. So, with much trepidation, it was decided by most that "Adam" would be let free to field test his already highly measured combat skills. The name of his target was so insignificant that he refused to even store it in his memory. Some small time dealer of blackmarket goods the King had lost patience with the man and so 001 was added to the list and the small amount of restraint still kept on him was removed. A full time operative under the King's supervision, number's 002-050 came within the following years until the strike of the Brynadul caused their separation.
The fires started by that war left "Adam" without a leash-master, left him without a master to say what could and could not be done. He rather enjoyed the events of that year, and the notching of over 100 more onto his hard drives as he fought and struggled to survive as a droid in a galaxy where his sapience and freedom were never quite considered. Still, this time without a controlled experiment did allow him to develop in odd and unconventional ways. While not growing something of a conscience, that sphere of organic neurochemistry being a direct detriment to his work, he did become far more discerning in his work. He'd leave certain target's alive, wounded or heavily maimed but alive, and watch how the developed afterwards. Some broke, the fear that a spidery assassin might creep out of the nearest vent and harm them once more too much for their composure. Other's double down and even fewer reformed their ways. In these experiments he learned of organic psychology, or at least bore the seed of interest neccisary to spur on further investigation. As before he could truly delve into the layers and depths of his studies he received a signal he'd not truly expected to receive again, a call to come home, that his King had further need of him... So, with a new body heavily augmented by years of hunting and scrounging for more pristine parts than he'd survived the fall of Kesh with, he returned to the world which birthed him.
SHIP:
KILLS:
N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
ROLE-PLAYS:
N/A
PHRS-11 "Cannibal"
NAME: Prototype Human Resources Supervisor - 11 "Cannibal" / "Adam"
FACTION: Confederacy of the Scar Worlds
RANK: Head of Human Resources
SPECIES: Droid: SD-K4 assassin droid, Custom AI Core
AGE: 50~
SEX: DROID
HEIGHT: 1.21 Meters / 4 ft
WEIGHT: 430
EYES: Dim-red optical Sensors
HAIR: Hopefully not.
SKIN: Durasteel Plating
FORCE SENSITIVE: Not yet...
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
W - Metallic Emotions: Contrary to what some might think, having depth to your emotions and thoughts is something of a boon when dealing with organics. Their ways and actions given new meaning when viewed through a sympathetic lens that might understand their motivations. Their ticks and lies seen through the eyes of one who is familiar with such things. Cannibal is not. He is a dulled thing, at least in this regard. An AI with true consciousness, but a being wrought and born of war. As such things like subtle lies or sarcasm can often be missed. A weakness that, while may one day be lessened, will never truly go away. Leaving him with something akin to organic psychopathy, though markedly different.
W - Curiosity befitting a Cat: A mind willing to learn, willing to adapt and change is certainly a useful tool, though being willing to let someone shoot you with an unknown weapon to understand how it affects your chassis is not a useful tool to have. Something which while acknowledged by, was never quite fixed within the mind of Cannibal.
S - A Second to consume Eons: Cold and Rigid metal, plastic and various other materials make up the constitution of Cannibals core. It is a dense thing capable of processing as fast if not faster than top of the line computers. Seconds tick by ever slower for him, time to utilize his ever increasing intellect and move his ever responsive body granting him inhuman reactions befitting his similarly inhuman state.
S - Human Resource Disposal: Cannibal in his role as both military and scientific mind, flourished under the teachings and guidance of the scientists responsible for his birth. Though that was never his true purpose nor calling, as was seen when put to field. Cannibal is an artisanal killer, crafted with the tools neccisary to stalk, run down and kill those who find themselves the enemies of his progenitor. With his burgeoning interest in psychology, that skill is being honed ever sharper.
APPEARANCE:
Spider-like in it's make, the true appearance of cannibal is the highly advanced "true-ai" core in it's center. The assassin droid's chassis having been... reclaimed... Cannibal decorates it's form with the scattered remains and parts of what droids he encounter's with merit. His collecting hobby stemming from a desire to eventually construct a far superior chassis for himself than that of the old-era separatist assassin droid.
BIOGRAPHY:
Constructed near the year of 845 ABY by the King of Kesh, Solan Charr. Cannibal, or at that time "Adam" by name of the project, was a tool of war given sapience and sentience for reasons he could not at the time understand. If he was to be a weapon, why give it feelings, the ability to change allegiances, thoughts at all? Fear, sadness, guilt. All things that had to be quickly subdued in his early days as he grew into his role of cold and calculating manager of 'Human Resources' as the lab workers put it. When they were unsure of his stability he was somewhat restricted, kept in the lab for years and years while under study. His considerable intelligence dedicated towards the improvement and innovation of Kesh's resources, weapons and other technologies. It was, frankly, soulless work. Work that fit the soulless droid quite well and were it not for the internal clock which kept him overly informed of the passing each nano-second went through he might have found the years swiftly gone due his enjoyment.
Of course, organics grow comfortable around things they believe they understand. Relaxed with things they deem familiar. Near no man in this galaxy has the vigilance and dedication to keep their guards high over the course of years. So, with much trepidation, it was decided by most that "Adam" would be let free to field test his already highly measured combat skills. The name of his target was so insignificant that he refused to even store it in his memory. Some small time dealer of blackmarket goods the King had lost patience with the man and so 001 was added to the list and the small amount of restraint still kept on him was removed. A full time operative under the King's supervision, number's 002-050 came within the following years until the strike of the Brynadul caused their separation.
The fires started by that war left "Adam" without a leash-master, left him without a master to say what could and could not be done. He rather enjoyed the events of that year, and the notching of over 100 more onto his hard drives as he fought and struggled to survive as a droid in a galaxy where his sapience and freedom were never quite considered. Still, this time without a controlled experiment did allow him to develop in odd and unconventional ways. While not growing something of a conscience, that sphere of organic neurochemistry being a direct detriment to his work, he did become far more discerning in his work. He'd leave certain target's alive, wounded or heavily maimed but alive, and watch how the developed afterwards. Some broke, the fear that a spidery assassin might creep out of the nearest vent and harm them once more too much for their composure. Other's double down and even fewer reformed their ways. In these experiments he learned of organic psychology, or at least bore the seed of interest neccisary to spur on further investigation. As before he could truly delve into the layers and depths of his studies he received a signal he'd not truly expected to receive again, a call to come home, that his King had further need of him... So, with a new body heavily augmented by years of hunting and scrounging for more pristine parts than he'd survived the fall of Kesh with, he returned to the world which birthed him.
SHIP:
Cutlass-class gunship
.KILLS:
N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
ROLE-PLAYS:
N/A
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