SAWBONES
Vladimir Kovačić
| Music | never fade away |
| Aliases | Vlad, "V" |
| Call Sign | "SAWBONES" |
| Class(es) | Combat Medic Cybernetics Specialist |
| Birthplace | Serenno |
| Age | Twenty-three |
| Personality Traits | Lively Creative Humorous Bold |
| Education Traits | Savant Unconventional Genius "Street-kid" |
| Lifestyle Traits | Chronic Insomniac Caffeine Fiend Adrenaline Junky Recovering Addict Workaholic Reformed Criminal |
| Rank(s) | Civilian "Contractor" |
| Faction(s) | New Imperial Order |
| Species | Augmented Human // Cyborg |
| Languages | Galactic Basic Binary Huttese |
| Gender | Male |
| Force Sensitive | Minor |
| Character Alignment | Chaotic Good |
| Height | 5'9" |
| Weight | 150lbs |
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Born to a pair of spice-addicted criminals in the underbelly of Serenno, it was quite obvious from the start that Vladimir's life was going to be one far from the normal fare for any kid with big dreams of doing something worth a damn in the harsh galaxy. Bouncing from place to place, his parents unable to support him and their addiction, he found some paradoxical stability when he left them behind at the ripe age of fifteen, pursuing his own ventures and rolling the dice to see how he could manage on his own. He fudged his way through what little schooling he could actually attend, though it was apparent he struggled where academia was concerned, unable to sit still and engage with traditional lessons the way many of his classmates often did. Just as his teachers gave up on him, he gave up on traditional learning and set off to try to make his own way with odd jobs. It wasn't long then, that he fell in with a rough crowd, and found himself swept up in the midst of The Highlaws, a criminal organization masquerading as a safe haven and harbor for souls just like his.
Synopsis
"If you can't blind 'em with your brilliance, baffle 'em with your bullshit."
It was quickly discovered that he possessed something of a unique gift- an unparalleled understanding of advancing technology, with a penchant for cybernetic and human augmentation technology, where it seemed he could grasp the symbiosis between biological and artificial with incredulous ease. Seeing this skill set as an opportunity too good to pass, The Highlaws positioned him within their core as a street doctor and bio-engineer, where he maintained and developed new cybernetics and the supporting components to repair their augmented members. Eventually, the insomniac, and by then, crippling spice addict, was corraled to Carlac, where he set up shop to launder credits and provide cheap medical care to the criminals and ne'er-do-wells of the capital city's underbelly. There he encountered a woman by the name of Hazel, whose existence in his life would initially be problematic, but would later prove beneficial.
The sting operation against The Highlaws on Carlac saw Vladimir detained and brought into custody where the charges were stacked high against him, and miraculously, through the intervention of Hazel's boss,
Julian Qar
, the man was afforded with one rare opportunity to serve the New Imperial Order outright, or face a life sentence. Seeing them both as equally horrible, Vlad eventually chose the lesser of the two evils- reconciling it with his anarchist conscience that he would at least be able to walk free working alongside the doctor. While not technically a soldier within the ranks, he obeys much of the same customs and courtesies as the others, recognizing that the iron collar clasped around his neck is his reality, whether he truly likes it or not. He's content with his position and has found some semblance of purpose and direction for an otherwise short-lived and chaotic life. Given the right tools and equipment, few specialists can stand up to Vlad's ingenuity and creativity where the marriage of man and machine is concerned.
He's been extensively trained in trauma care, the base skills of which were lain by the gang history he possessed, where treating violent and otherwise grievous injuries became somewhat normal. Though he remains in the Cybernetics Division of the medical HQ in Ravelin, he can often be found scrambling like a mad man across the battlefield to retrieve and treat wounded soldiers, ushering them to safety and stability where they otherwise would have breathed their last.
Thank you to Lucien Dooku for da div, ily bb.
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AUGMENTED 
MECHU-DERU 
MEDICAL BRILLIANCE 
TRAUMA SPECIALIST
Fortitude:
- Savant Syndrome
- Augmented
- Witty
- Inventive
- Humorous
- Drug reliant
- Chronic and Severe Insomnia
- Workaholic
- Trust Issues
- Casually Traumatized
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SOON
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