VX-26
NAME: VX-26
FACTION: The One Sith
RANK: (WIP)
SPECIES: Assassin droid
AGE: ~250
SEX: Masculine programming
HEIGHT: 2.25m
WEIGHT: 140kg
EYES: N/A
HAIR: N/A
SKIN: White plating
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
STRENGTHS:
- VX does not require sleep, food, water, company or entertainment- he is stronger, faster, and can perform calculations faster than the average man.
- VX is not burdened by morals- he cannot be affected by illness, and almost any injury can be repaired.
- VX has a potentially massive lifespan.
- VX possesses a vast and comprehensive in-built database filled with a wide range of information and data, and advanced sensory capabilities.
- VX is equipped with durable plating, and due to his nature as a droid, can resist far more brutal punishment than a human could.
- VX is unable to perform a variety of tasks that humans are capable of- he is creatively limited, and completely unable to act outside of his programmed functions, or those programmed in at a later date.
- VX is, in theory, completely subservient and obedient, depending on who is instructing him, and how he is instructed.
- VX is only as infallible as his makers- glitches and malfunctions can occur and can be induced; he is not invincible or immortal.
- VX follows his programming, and nothing else- this can be exploited in ways the human brain could never be.
APPEARANCE:
While roughly humanoid, VX is a strange, spindly being, composed of coiled wires and blackened pistons, chipped white plating covering much of his mechanical body; with each step, great clawed feet make their mark upon the earth, a thousand intricately linked gears and joints working in unity to perform only the most basic imitation of walking. Nearly invisible, unblinking eyes watch from a totally inhuman head, simultaneously reading visible light, infrared, ultraviolet, radio, microwaves, gamma rays and X-rays at all at once- human beings are reduced to their true forms, biological machines proceeding with the same monotony as might be expected of a droid. He sees their every component, all working in the same fashion as his own- yet he is so much better, so much more carefully designed. Every part of his body was intended with purpose, not produced through trial and error. There is no waste material.
He is perfect- beautifully lethal.
BIOGRAPHY:
VX was built with the express intention of killing. His design was drawn up around that very idea, some irrelevant team of scientists working day and night to produce a thing that would exist for no other reason than to murder. To murder the guilty, the innocent- the strong and the weak, the great and the small. This group of sadists produced a machine fit for the purpose, a machine created by a species with fifty thousand years experience of murder. A creation is made in its creator's image- a bipedal instrument of death, untroubled by those features that might halt this, those inhibiting emotions, morals. They were not necessary.
The perfect war machine was born.
Nonetheless, the creation is also only as infallible as its creators. Two hundred years and two thousand slain, each at the word of some fifty owners, VX met his first death. This death is not remembered- he was not functional to remember it, and so as quickly as it happened, it ended- he was left to rust, lying in a muddy ditch for fifty years as trees grew through the complex workings of his legs and ants nested in the carefully cut workings of his chest, nought more than a piece of scrap, forgotten and unimportant on some backwater world.
That was when one [member="Darth Carach"] found him, restored him to function, the fifty-first owner of a machine coated in the dried blood of two thousand men.
Truly he was lucky to own such a contraption.
Perhaps VX was also lucky to have such an owner- he didn't think so. The mathematical probability of his being found at some point was certain. Anyway- he was not programmed to value his owner.
Only to follow them.
SHIP:
(WIP)
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