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[color=darkkhaki][sub]Hero. Outcast. Failure. Much scorn and praise can be contributed to this [i]Ghorfa[/i]. The weight of burden rests heavily upon him. The bonds of servitude are latched upon his people. He must will himself to be strong against his growing desperation. To be the hope his united [i]kurantt[/i] deserve. A wandering soul trying to find cause, gather strength, gain power to free his people. Savagery. Brutality. Cunning. All traits must be called upon to save the children of the Dune Mother. He appears churlish, overconfident and rude, many dismissing him as a mere upstart primitive. Beware those who underestimate him, for they will find [i]krayt[/i] poison in their food and a bomb in their guarded safe spaces. Death comes for those who stand in the way of the [i]kurantt[/i].
	In the contrary, those who know him personally know him as honourable, in the [i]Ghorfa[/i] sense. He does not lie, he does not hurt the young or frail. Fiercely determined to his cause, there is something to admire in this fierce primitive. Barbarism hides cunning, using the skewed views of the outsider to form a protecting image around him. They think him senseless, dumb, unable to grasp the greater scope of the galaxy. But he is a storyteller, the wisdom of his entire people is branded into his brain. Armed with the annals of history, a greater mind can be created from that of a primitive. One aware of shortcomings and strengths, patiently waiting for the time to strike. He is limited in this great galaxy and he is painfully aware of it.
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[sub][b] [color=olive]Notable Skills[/color] [/b][/sub]
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[sub][color=darkkhaki]	[b]Survivalist:[/b] Wasteful children the Dune Mother makes not. This one can utilise expert survival knowledge learned from years in the sands and stars to be self-sufficient from dreaded [i]civilisation[/i]. Isolation makes people strong, lest they break under the pressure.
	[b]Terrorist or Freedom Fighter?:[/b] Improvised explosive devices can be made out of wires, overcharged blaster packs and a simple trigger. A spiked fall trap can be hidden under carefully placed tarps and foliage. Ambushes can be set against supply lines or sleeping troops. People can be taken hostage for ransom, better supplies, better guns, to be turned against the oppressor. Torture is a tool wielded expertly to reveal movements of kidnappers and the kidnapped.
	[b]Primitive gunsmith:[/b] The slugthrower is often dismissed by the wider galaxy as loud, inefficient and primitive. Can a regular blaster kill a man 1000 meters away? Can blaster packs contain poisons which drag a man's death out to hours and hours? Can it brutally take a chunk of alien flesh out of its torso, viscera splattering over its comrades? Many have dismissed his rifles and many have thus fallen to them.
	[b]Primitive chemist:[/b] Taught by the shamans of the wastes, he wields a basic understanding of chemicals and poisons to inflict pain unto his enemies. Poisoned slugs, yellow-green gas lethal to sapients without rebreathers, flammable clear liquids which offer a strong drink to pass the time. Rudimentary, limited knowledge but wielded with deadly effectiveness. 
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[sub][b] [color=olive]Personal History[/color] [/b][/sub]
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[sub][color=darkkhaki]	Storyteller. Wanderer. Chosen of Beyond Her Grasp. Chieftain of the Dune Sea. This one was once trained by a she-devil, an [i]Ulia-ah[/i] deemed different from the others and thus separated, to be trained as a tale weaver. Hour after painstaking hour, he would recite the verbal history of his people. From the time they emerged from the gardens as [i]Kumumgah[/i] to when they were struck down to Her Grasp in the sands, changed into the [i]Ghorfa[/i]. Failure in his recitation would cause the pain of death upon him. He would take over his predecessor, the she-devil taskmaster taken to wander aimlessly in the Dune Sea, as he will do for his own successor. As is the way. The title of storyteller changes often, for the dunes are cruel as She is cruel. An elder storyteller can spell doom for a tribe, for an early death of a storyteller means a tribe falls to infighting, unworthy of the [i]Ghorfa[/i]. He thus taught another young one swiftly after, following in his predecessor's footsteps and cast out into Dune Sea. As is the way.
	Star Wanderer he became, a Beyond, taken by an outsider as pet and subordinate. Taken beyond Her Grasp, further than the fighting twin brothers in the sky. He learned the ways, the tongues, the [i]civilisation[/i] of the outsider. He saw naught but things to look down upon. They fought just as the [i]Ghorfa[/i], were just as greedy and just as cruel. They call him primitive but all he could see was folly, blinded by their arrogance in [i]technology[/i]. He would escape when his master turned on his people, as any freethinking [i]Ghorfa[/i] should as Her children do not kneel. He would return to Her children scattered from the heights he had seen them before, brought low by an enemy he had years to learn from. Hero they would call him, Chieftain of the Dune Sea. Failure, the outsiders would whisper later on. A primitive terrorist failing his primitive people.
	His people cast into the bonds of servitude, under the heel of [i]civilisation[/i]. Justice has come for the lawless, as the outsiders would claim it. But still, the [i]Ghorfa[/i] do not kneel in the starmetal hulls of their captors. Bound and bloodied, they plot and scheme, planning the excruciating deaths for those who brought them low. And he shall free them, stowed away in one of the starmetal ships. He will free his [i]kurantt[/i] or die trying.
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[sub][b] [color=olive]Notable Possessions[/color] [/b][/sub]
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[sub][color=darkkhaki]	[i]Gaderffii:[/i] Traditional two-handed weapon of the [i]Ghorfa[/i], a favoured weapon of Her children. With one spiked end and a bludgeon on the other, it is a crude, simple tool. No adornments, only scratches and dents inflicted upon it by enemies laid low. His is customised, a barbed spike to rip the fleshy chunks out of poor sapients and frequently dipped in [i]krayt[/i] venom.
	[i]Custom Cycler slugthrowers:[/i] When resources were still aplenty for her children, he had fashioned two innovations for his people. One a shorter barreled, smoothbore Cycler with a lever-action loader and cartridge, a faster firing mechanism for shorter ranges. Another a longer barreled, scoped, traditional bolt action variant for sniping, effective for targets 800 meters away. As long as one can calculate trajectories with relevant gravitational acceleration, coreolis effect and wind speeds, this can extend to targets 1000 meters away.
	[i]Poisons and chemicals:[/i] Brewed and wielded by the shamans, he has with him tools to make a sapient's death cruel and extended. Kill painfully so that your enemies flee. Inflict horrible chemicals gas and poisoned rounds so your enemies suffer. Or incapacitate them so they may suffer more personally. Stored within opaque glass vials upon his person, saner sapients would call him a madman. Witnessing the effects of these first hand, they would be madmen if they did not run away.
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[sub][b] [color=olive]Affiliations[/color] [/b][/sub]
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	Urr'argh bows to no one. His only bond is one to his [i]kurantt[/i].


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[color=darkred][u]Introduction[/u][/color]

[b][color=wheat]Full Name:[/color][/b]
Prototype Hyper Battle Droid Model 5

[b][color=wheat]Age:[/color][/b]
29

[b][color=wheat]Species:[/color][/b]
Droid

[b][color=wheat]Gender:[/color][/b]
Not Applicable, Identifies as Male

[b][color=wheat]Force Sensitive:[/color][/b]
No

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[b][color=wheat]Description:[/color][/b]

BD-5's outward appearance seems incredibly similar to the standard B1, structure modified to be tougher and more deadly than its predecessors. It is certainly bulkier than the older models, even the IG-100's can't compare, and as the Confederate's last ditch plan, it was supposed to be much more durable. Through the years however, it's formerly pristine appearance has faded. The CIS logo on its back has been scratched away, replaced by it's personal symbol as seen above. It's surface has been scratched and marked from years of working as a mercenary, rust infecting its mechanical feet from stepping in corrosive liquids. Blood stains it's armour from head to toe, showing it's explosive and violent fighting style.

It's special weaponry include the twin-linked heavy blasters and a mono blade. This all obviously comes at a price however, encumbering the mechanical giant and making it even slower. The heavy blasters can be detached however, replaced with another proportionately large mono-edged blade that it keeps on it's person.

The droid has only one personal accessory on it's person. It wears a golden chain necklace around it's metal neck, the locket holding the picture of it's deceased partner. It holds the locket deeply within it's processors and is seen clutching it in it's large hands regularly. Due to flaws in it's design, it still retains the mechanical and clunky movements of the old B1. Though overall, BD-5 is a huge improvement to any of it's predecessors and would've gone toe-to-toe with IG-100's and Droideka's if it was ever fielded.

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[color=darkred][u]Characteristics[/u][/color]

[b][color=wheat]Personality[/color][/b]

BD-5 is an inquisitive, selfish and therefore dangerous droid. It possesses high amounts of intelligence, knowledge about the galaxy and it's inhabitants and can rival the expert technicians in the robotics field. It is also the very definition of a miser. It's dreams and values are all based on greed and getting rich fast. It has no care for anything but credits and angers very quickly if it doesn't get what it wants, usually killing the beings closest to it in the process of letting steam. It's aggressive and greedy lifestyle makes it a true loner. It is usually more of a silent thinker and seemingly goes into days of angered silence before finally snappign and destroying what is next to it.

It does show some compassion however. It's former partner, a Corellian by the name of Anna, was the only being it truly cared for and befriended. If the Imperial Stormtroopers hadn't gotten to her, this relationship may have grown into something more (although the Empire strictly forbids relationships between a droid and any organic being, they were both outlaws and mercenaries that wouldn't have cared). BD-5 also shows some kind of pity for droids who have been recently subjected to abuse and memory wiping, usually killing their masters the night afterwards. It is one of a kind in the galaxy.

[b][color=wheat]Fears & Flaws[/color][/b]

As stated before, BD-5 is a very selfish being. Even Anna had trouble reaching past that and become it's only special person. It's a true miser, wanting money and usually only money. If it doesn't get what it wants, which is usually credits, it will destroy any who stand in it's way. This flaw has worsened into ludicrous levels after the death of Anna, the calm mediator which kept it together. It will never save anyone else for the sake of it's own skin and is the worse droid you could pick for a team.

Having friends, colleagues or even partners scares BD-5. It's precious connection with Anna was it's first experience in the matter and the last. It fears what would happen if it ever gets that close to anyone that close ever again. This is one of the multitude of reasons as to why it hates being in a team. If it isn't working together with people for mutual survival, it will usually avoid crowds of people and teamwork.

It's biggest physical flaw is it's speed. This is the biggest flaw in it's design and is the one BD-5 is most conscious and worried about. It's top heavy structure and slightly disproportionate legs doesn't make running any easy. The sacrifice of speed for immense strength may have been what the scientists were going for but it still pains the droid when it needs to escape from a situation. 

There is also a structural flaw in it's design. BD-5 has a very complex and powerful engine core that is surrounded by advanced but frail coding and data storage. The chips can break easily and if exposed to any corrosive liquids or even water for an extended period of time, they short circuit and break. It's engine core runs on a special type of plasma that is highly volatile. However, it is located in the droid's chest plate, safely burrowed under metal. But there is a weak point in it's lower back where a hastily designed cooling system is kept to keep the core and storage at a good temperature. If hit, the data storage will no doubt be destroyed and engine core explode. The explosion will take anyone within a ten meter radius.

[b][color=wheat]Talents[/color][/b]

The Battle Droid was made for warfare and is extremely good at it. Working as a hired bodyguard/mercenary, BD-5 is contracted by people who have a taste for overdoing it and destroying their enemies in a fiery explosion. With it's twin-linked heavy blasters and E-15 blaster rifle, the droid is armed to the teeth and wields every weapon it's arsenal with expert efficiency. It's precision based targeting systems makes it's over the top armament almost comical, blaster shots fired at enemies with accuracy rivaled by marksmen. When wielding it's huge mono-edged blades, it can still wreak havoc up close although not as well. BD-5 is a fearsome opponent, not one to be crossed.

The droid is very intelligent, able to keep it's advanced specs working for three decades with only salvaged parts and unreliable tools. As BD-5 was designed to be better than it's predecessors in every way, it was given technical knowledge that could rival expert technicians. It also has an uncanny like for scientific branch of chemistry, able to mix and match different elements to make best bomb for the situation. This intelligence is slightly marred by it's occasional bouts of frustrations at failures. Nonetheless, the droid is very smart and cannot be fooled as easily as others.

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[color=darkred][u]History[/u][/color]

[b][color=wheat]Backstory[/color][/b]

In a small facility located in an asteroid at the far reaches of space, laid a Confederate outpost. The small network of bunkers and labs contained plans that could've turned the tides of war if they ever chose to implement them, though by then the Separatist leadership was already in ruins. Though this is not their story. Our story lies in Lab [i]097[/i], the scientists within ordered to design and manufacture a better droid for the Confederate ranks. They spent countless hours and days into the project, believing that their designs could save them from the corrupt Republic. The group researched the countless battles throughout the war, looking at past design flaws and mistakes made by the semi-intelligent models. Exactly one year before their eventual surrender and 20 years before the Battle of Yavin, they designed the first Hyper Battle-Droid.

It failed. Five times they tried to make the perfect droid, all of them didn't hit their expectations. Four of them were sent to the trash compactor while the latest one was kept for research. BD-5 was given it's designation and was the closest to being perfect. Other than it's cumbersome movement speed and individual thinking, it was the closest the scientists got to their aspiration. News of the defeat and surrender of the Separatist leadership halted all research, the personnel of [i]097[/i] and all who were in the outpost were evacuated and sent to the remaining pockets of resistance. Their research was left behind in the mad rush.

BD-5 spent several years physically deactivated in the facility, learning and maturing over time. It's processors, or "mind", was still activated, left turned on by some rushing scientist. It was still connected to the outpost's database, it's online library containing a plethora of knowledge. The droid absorbed and stored this knowledge into its data banks. It soon learned of its initial purpose, to become a mindless soldier in an army of millions in an attempt to stem an relentlessness wave of Republic troops. It vowed from then on that it would only fight for itself and only itself (it was then BD-5's obsession with money was born). One day, 17 years before the Battle of Yavin, it was represented with a chance to escape it's cell.

A band of pirates and scavengers aboard an old YT-1300 Freighter, forced there way into the compound after a run in with Imperials. They were deeply needing of materials and entered the asteroid field for some kind of reward. They stumbled upon the outpost and grinned to themselves, credits seemingly piling up in their ignorant eyes. Then the pirates found the "deactivated" Battle Droid and almost yelled in excitement. A droid like this could sell for millions of credits. They soon activated it, seeing if the droid still retained function. This was there last mistake. The pirates were slaughtered to the man, blood was shed in those halls. BD-5 stole their Freighter and claimed it for itself.

Though it quickly realised however, that piloting a ship was not as easy as reading about it in manuals. It took BD-5 around an hour to try and lift the ship off the ground. The droid could take the ship apart and put it back again if it wanted to, it could repair anything from the ship's engines to it's landing ramp. But it couldn't, for the life of it, lift it off the ground for a good solid hour. It's large and clunky frame didn't help either, the cockpit was built for organics that weren't as large as the 7 foot droid.

After several bouts of anger and a poor astromech droid scarred for it's life, BD-5 was finally able to lift off and leave the asteroid field using the hyperdrive to escape it's prison for several years. This is when BD-5's long road to infamy and wealth started. Hiding the stupid YT-1300 for later use in the middle of the desert on Tatooine, it looked at it's current wealth. With a measly 1,000 credits (the Pirates didn't have much on them), it's wealth was pitifully small. 

After several calculations in the span of only a few seconds, the droid concluded the best occupation. The mercenary business. Although there weren't many independent droids in the occupation, there was enough competition that BD-5's first days as a mercenary wasn't as smooth as it is now. Tatooine, the planet it landed on, became it's main base of operations and information station. As soon as it saw the soldiers in white, the droid immediately began to question about them and learn as much as it could on this "Empire". Learning about it's connection to the Republic and recognising the fact that the "storm troopers" were actually clones, the droid immediately fled Mos Eisley to make base somewhere in the desert.

Sheltering in some abandoned hut in the middle of Tatooine's harsh desert, BD-5 began thinking up future plans. The presence of the Empire ensured future complications but it dismissed the possibility of them knowing what it was. It was more likely that the Empire would dismiss it as some modified B1 used by an enterprising bounty hunter to do it's bidding. And so, the droid set to work, spreading out news of a new "mercenary droid" entering the business, wanting suicide missions for a high price.

BD-5's first job was it's first battle, and the droid didn't disappoint. The job was to kill some Verpine technician that ticked off the wrong person during some dealings. It arrived at it's home with ready blasters, and was almost surprised to see several other mercenaries the technician hired to protect him. They were cut down by the droid's heavy blaster, the rest were picked off by it's salvaged E-15 blaster. The mechanical giant then turned it's eyes towards the quivering Verpine in the corner, pointing a measly blaster pistol at the intimidating droid. It killed the insect with a shot to the head, bringing it's corpse to the contractor to gain it's reward.

Soon, BD-5's name was soon whispered among the higher ups, contractors hiring the giant in the black markets of Tatooine for a high price. From boring guard jobs to exciting sieges to even a bank robbery, the droid became infamous with the lax Stormtroopers of the local garrison. It was then a job came in, a high paying one, from a foreigner in Coruscant of all places! 100,000 credits, more than the droid has earned doing the odd jobs within Tatooine. But the droid dreaded trying to get the YT-1300 up again and entered the Mos Eisley canteen (the canteen owners were sure that no Stormtroopers were around before letting the giant in) to look for a pilot.

This is when [url=https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTYT-E6mhwxskiONd1h3MVDMZpyTOaHXOBwr_U2BcF9KLyDvZVjb3N51shMfg]Anna[/url] came into it's life. Anna, it's partner in crime and only partner it trusted. The Corellian was one in a million, an ace pilot with a killer shot. They spent countless years together, flying around the galaxy with the goal of getting rich and (hopefully) settling down somewhere on some luxury world. The two were infamous, a duo almost unstoppable. Only Boba Fett could rival their infamy and even then, the bounty hunter was hard pressed to get as many loyal contractors that they got.

This all came crashing down however. They were hired by a loyal contractor to take down an Imperial Commander visiting Tatooine for a routine visit. The duo had killed several Imperial officials before (taking down a Moff once, though it was unknown whether it was Boba Fett or the duo who ended his life) and was certain that nothing could go wrong. Tatooine was their base of operations after all, a supposed safe haven. They were ambushed when they landed on their desert  encampment, BD-5 taken down and deactivated with Anna taken off planet on a shuttle. The droid had since taken a job in protecting one of the various Crawlers due to the fact that his base was now destroyed and his ship taken inside the garrison.

[b][color=wheat]Affiliates[/color][/b]

BD-5, over it's career as a mercenary, has made several contacts and a network of black market dealers that are willing to get their hands bloody. Even before Anna was taken away, the Empire had started cracking down on the Outer Rim and it's cold blooded mercenary trade. It suspects that the whole network has been shut down with dealers escaping from execution by the hands of the Empire. There were enemies a plenty in it's world, from fellow bounty hunters, corrupt and wealthy families it had destroyed, the Empire, the Hutt Clans and several others it doesn't care to mention. Other than Anna, there hasn't been any personal connections with any other beings. 

Anna. She was the mediator, the pilot, the partner and the friend. She covered his back (literally) and didn't treat BD-5 as a meaningless droid. She was among other things, a valued and trusted asset. And with her capture, it has led to the droid planning his vengeance spree. It has turned much darker, its voice has become deeper and more agitated and with every day Anna is gone, it's fury goes more uncontrollable.

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