Cragmoloid Droid/Cybernetics Smuggler
NOTE: I know its the epitome of stubbornness, but I refuse to RP in anything related to the Mouse's episodes VII-IX, due to the fact that there's no proper worldbuilding or even basic in-universe history in any way, shape or form. EU and the occasional fanon only for me.
(WIP).
Name: Wojkrol Losretn
Faction: Independent
Rank: N/A
Species: Cragmoloid
Age: 32
Sex: Male
Height: 9'0
Weight: 540 lbs.
Build: Tall, immensely fat and muscular
Photoreceptor color: Cybernetic eyes composed of bronzed phrik with black pearl "pupils".
Hair color: Red, usually cut short or tied back into a topknot.
Skin color: Gray
Force Sensitivity: No
Occupation: Disgraced cybernetic prosthesis surgeon, currently working as a droid and cybernetic prosthesis technician/smuggler and traveling fence.
Strengths:
Cybernetic Eyes: Born without functional eyes at birth, this Cragmoloid's wealthy, Byss-based parents opted to implant their newborn with exotic and aesthetically-pleasing cybernetic eyes, periodically upgrading the prosthetics as their child grew. Wojkrol has always seen the world through his cybernetic eyes, and the machine optics contain thermal and several forms of wavelength vision.
Cybernetic Surgeon: A lifelong hobby in the form of studying the technology that has enabled his sight has led to a moderately successful career after he graduated his homeworld's University - though not with honors, he was still among the top-ranking students in his class. Not even his eventual criminal record has stopped his study of droidworks, cybernetics and medicine; Wojkrol is well-versed in each of these fields.
Immense Strength: The Cragmoloids tower over other sentients as a rule, and their natural strength is in no way lacking in Wojkrol's case, either. Though he prefers not to fight, this pachydermoid can certainly hold his own and fight his way to freedom if he should ever be cornered.
Corrupt Political Ally: Closely allied with a Quarren Senator named Quekkist Morelti of the Galactic Alliance, these two glorified lowlifes have long supported one another in various illegal dealings. Each of them deals in different forms of smuggling so as not to intrude in the "business" of the other and each of them contributes to one anothers' personal and political interests, respectively. Ironically, neither one knows that other is also engaged in the funding of two small, personal armies - Wolkroj's composed of personal battle droids and Quekkist's composed of genetically-modified Gamorreans.
Droid Technician: The science of cybernetic prosthetics is naturally associated with droid-related engineering, and knowledge and experience in one field can lead to moderate know-how in relation to the other. While he is by no means a master engineer, Wojkrol has proven to be a reliable droid technician as a result of his work with artificial limbs.
Weaknesses:
Distrusting: Constantly being harrassed in his youth for not fitting in and failed social cohesion (not due to his cybernetics) have rendered Wojkrol wary and less-then-open to trusting much of anyone, especially those from among his peer group.
Cowardly: In stark contrast to most other Cragmoloids, Wojkrol is somewhat of a coward. While he can and will fight (usually when cornered), the smuggler prefers to allow his droid bodyguard, AD-742 (an AD-Series Weapons Maintenance Droid) to handle any problems that might try to intimidate him.
The Disgraced Son: Failing in nearly every regard to impress his single bitter, aged, old-fashioned Father and his distant, divorced and cold Mother's friends, left Wojkrol, even despite his accomplishments, growing wealth and love of his own life cut off from and estranged by both of his parents. Rumors among the family's friends and associates have begun to swirl that each of his parents, despite having disowned what they regard as "renegade" son for failing to impress either their own or his own peer group; due to his eschewing Galactic Society's social standards, have placed bounties on Wojkrol's head to reclaim "their" investments in his education out of the cybernetic surgeon's own work and accumulated wealth once he is captured...
Appearance: The immense alien sits comfortably in a repulsorchair beneath a faded awning draped over the exit ramp of an old Palpatine-Era Imperial shuttlecraft, either of the pachydermoid's immense ears flapping to and fro several times, no doubt in an attempt to cool his sweat-laced neck from the sweltering Mos Eisley heat wave that had most residents in their homes. The few brave bazaar-dwellers, customers and several droids linger about the area, searching the open stalls for any food or drink that might help them against the raging heat. An orange, eyeless Rodian with his face gauze-wrapped with cybernetic, visor-like "eyes" and a hook on his left hand extends a handful of credits to the larger alien, a Cragmoloid. The Rodian pumps his good hand into the air as he begins to walk away through the heat, pleased, if pained and sweat-laced both due to the Mos Eisley air and the lingering soreness due to his new cybernetics.
The Cragmoloid himself is as eyeless as his bandage-engulfed customer, though his own cybernetics speak of painstaking design and obvious wealth: bronze-laced and glinting on his head, intricate metal bars, doubtlessly hollow and laced through with wiring, wreath the pachydermoid's eye sockets and, in the center of those "irises" lie artificial "pupils" as well, in the form of two glinting, exotic black pearls, each nearly large enough to have served as eyeballs themselves. Beneath the Cragmoloid's trunk, the two smaller trunklet-growths writhed, worm-like in their motions, between his main trunk and the three small tusks (one had been broken off) jutting from the corners of his lips as his huge, rotund girth shifted in his chair.
Having slipped the handful of credits into the pocket of a large lab coat that hung over the corner of his chair, the outlaw-surgeon was appearing quite comfortable in his repulsorchair, even as he leaned his head back, his immense trunk smoothing his sweat-laced, short red hair before shifting down to scratch the exposed flesh of his chest along his bare, sweaty torso, a large hand coming to rest on the arm of his repulsorchair. From out of the shuttle's ramp and on either side of the immense, giant alien, two females appeared, a lithe Blood Carver and a heavyset Zabrak. From the shuttle's open ramp, a lithe, boyish red-furred and white-haired young Bothan girl appeared, a shining glass of water in a glass that she plunked down into the cupholder. The lithe Bothan girl on one side and the Zabrak on the other each pressed a kiss to either side of the Cragmoloid's face, giggling in unison and blushing as either of them each sat comfortably on the pachydermoid's thighs, each grinning foolishly and gazing eagerly up at the renegade doctor as they pressed their backs to his immense torso comfortably. The Blood Carver sighed dreamily, her orange eyes bright as she pressed her lanky form to his side, a hand beginning to casually massage the Cragmoloid's shoulder...
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Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
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Equipment: electrobinoculars, OK-98 blaster carbine, ammo cartridges, spare clothing, one AD-Series Weapons Maintenance Droid, one BLX Labor Droid, A99 aquata breather/rebreather
Ship: The Honest Euphoria, a refurbished and modified Lambda-class T-4a shuttle with eleven Taim & Bak KX5 laser cannons (7 forward, 4 aft).
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