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Outcasts - A Star Wars Roleplay

@LetMeDoStuff Oh yes, that's very true. Hell, when it comes to RP, you can do just about anything if you find a good enough explanation for it XD That's the glory of writing versatility!

Outcasts - A Star Wars Roleplay

@SpookySquid I'm no co-GM, but while theoretically it's possible, and I emphasize theoretically XD Here's what Wookieepedia had to say regarding lightsabers used after the Great Jedi Purge:

"With the Great Jedi Purge, lightsabers were outlawed. To further hinder surviving Jedi, Palpatine had many of the sites where Jedi traditionally collected lightsaber crystals razed or quarantined, and placed strict sanctions on any crystals available on the market that could be used on such, such as Corusca gems.[4][29] Jedi were forced to refrain from drawing their lightsabers during this era, as openly displaying their traditional weapon would only draw attention.[30] Ultimately, the only individuals permitted to wield lightsabers were Palpatine's own Dark side servants, such as Darth Vader or his Shadow guardsman, to name a few.[31] As the widespread outlawing of these weapons made an already rare artifacts now almost impossible to find save in the hands of surviving Jedi, Jedi hunters would often collect the weapons as proof of kill, either turning them over to the Empire or keeping them as trophies."

Now, since the Empire won the Battle of Yavin and the Alliance is all but destroyed, I think that'd make it even harder - if not impossible for someone to possess a lightsaber at the moment. Which is not to say it couldn't be found as the RP progressed. But again, I hold no power in the RP, the final decision is up to @Galactic Hero - that's just my two cents :)

Outcasts - A Star Wars Roleplay

The Prequels were definitely a mixed bag for me. What they did right, they did really right, e.g. The fight choreography, most of the effects, most of Revenge of the Sith, and a lot of the actors did absolutely fantastic (Ewan McGregor, Samuel L. Jackson, Frank Oz)...Then, what they did wrong, they did really wrong. E.g. Anakin's entire character, definite overuse of CGI, terrible dialogue writing, especially for the love scenes, Jar Jar Binks, Midichlorians, and how they completely screwed originally badass characters (General Grievous.) The 2003 Clone Wars series was fantastic and portrayed a lot of the severely mistreated characters in a much better light. The Jedi were badass, the Sith were badass, the Clones were badass; it was just a fantastic series.

Now, that's not to say the original series didn't have its own faults. The fight scenes, while very emotionally deep and powerful, were nonetheless clunky; especially compared to the choreography used in the prequels. I felt Han and Leia's relationship was a tad bit underdeveloped, but I could roll with it. The Ewoks were absolutely deplorable and the Stormtroopers were terribly portrayed. Elite force of the Empire, my ass xD

So, if I had to rank all the films from favorite to least favorite:

• The Force Awakens
• Return of the Jedi
• The Empire Strikes Back
• Revenge of the Sith
• A New Hope
• Attack of the Clones
• The Phantom Menace (Aside from Qui-Gon and Darth Maul XD)

Outcasts - A Star Wars Roleplay

Well, I've been a huge Star Wars fan since I was around 6 :) And yes, I even enjoyed the prequels as a kid. When I got older my interest began drifting to the Old Republic. I played both KOTORs multiple times and did extensive research into that area (which is why Darth Revan is and will always be my favorite Star Wars character.) As time went I didn't lose my interest, but I began drifting to other nerd-havens as well; Lord of the Rings, Game of Thrones, Harry Potter, etc.

But when I went to see The Force Awakens, my former child-like passion was revitalized! So here I am! :D

[ROLEPLAY CLOSED] - Once Upon A Time (Restart)

Alan Woodard - Dominic Greyjoy
Present Day - Lake Tahoe Ski Lodge Lobby Resturaunt

There were a great number of difficult choices Alan was forced to make over the course of the last thirteen years of his life, here on Earth. Breaking up with Eliza Brie, revealed Princess of Arendelle, was most notably the hardest one. He thought that the alcohol in his system would have helped to lessen the emotional blow he knew would be coming his way once he ended things, though it seemed that his light intoxication did nothing. His head hurt. His body hurt... His heart hurt. The way she called out to him, reaching for him when he turned away... The way her voice quivered when things finally settled into her mind of what was happening... The way she looked at him... it was too much. The small amount of alcohol did nothing to shield his heart, and a dull, throbbing pain was starting up in his leg again. He wanted to escape, to run and be free just as he was when he was a boy. What he wouldn't give for the small stash of cocaine left in his hotel room on the other side of town...

Actually, that wasn't too bad of an idea...

His job was to help protect the children while on Earth and lead them back home when the time was right. Well, he managed to convince both Jasmine and Elsa to return... the way he saw it, his job was done. The only thing holding him back from leaving Tahoe altogether was the amulet still hanging from his neck; an amulet that would soon open a portal to send the (older) children back home, where they belonged. When that was going to happen, Alan wasn't too sure. He left the little impromptu meeting before it was truly over to chase after Princess Jasmine when she decided to duck out early, so leaving Tahoe to return to his hotel room for his drug fix wasn't quite in the cards just yet... He just needed something to tie him over...

Blinking away the hot tears pooling his lower lids, Alan stopped to take an account of his surroundings. After leaving Eliza in the hall, his feet carried him on auto-pilot as his mind tried to decypher the plethora of feelings and emotions roiling within him. However, as luck would have it, even in his intoxicated state, Alan was able to identify where his feet had taken him.

It seemed like so long ago, and yet just yesterday, when Alan first arrived at the Lodge - acting on impulse as the amulet began to refuse to let him sleep. He didn't know what he was doing there, only knowing that he was in the right place, and began to take up a small residency in the lobby by doing card and magic tricks to keep the customers entertained. And, of course, to pick a pocket or twelve in the process. He could still see it - groups of people surrounding him to get a good look at what it was that he was doing, and others within the lobby keeping a careful enough distance to not be 'noticed' watching. But it was still early morning, and as Alan became more in-tuned to reality, one by one those ghosts began to disappear, leaving the street magician alone within the dark room with nothing more than his memories.

A small shiver rolled down his back then that had nothing to do with the cold from outside. But just as he placed one foot in front of the other, ready to head in whatever direction his feet would take him next, memory served him correctly by recalling the small-time resturaunt attached to the hotel lobby he had followed Eliza into when she didn't seem so interested in his magic. Stomach growling, begging to be fed, Alan let out a small sigh and pushed himself to walk through the open doors to the nearly-abandoned eatery. Upon first glance, it didn't even appear that the place was open save that the front doors had been left open and a few overhead lights were on, but as Alan ventured in further, he found a few workers beginning to set up the place and caught the eye of an attractive red-head setting up the bar in the corner. She gave him a sly smile and with her head, gestured for him to come and take a seat. She couldn't have been too many years older than him, but for once, Alan didn't even stop to consider the posibilities of what that could mean, and instead stuffed his hands into his pockets with a low huff and went to take a seat.

"Mornin' handsome. What's got ya up so early?" the woman asked, polishing off a glass that had just come out of the dishwasher she was currently unloading.

"Insomnia." Alan replied in an uninterested, dead-panned tone, wincing a bit as he pulled his pained leg to rest on the metal bar underneath the counter. "You guys open yet?"

"Funny you should ask. Most people 'round here assume that we're open all the time like in Vegas or Reno, but this side of Lake Tahoe we're required to shut down at two a.m. Lucky for you though, we just opened for the day. So what can I getcha blue eyes?"

Alan frowned, keeping his eyes off of the woman and instead on the counter in front of him. What did he want? He came in here wanting, no, needing food. Funny how quickly the mind detours need for want in favor of a temporary resolve...

"Black Russian. Grey Goose Vodka."

The red-headed bartender pursed her lips in an appreciative, yet slightly dangerous manner, though Alan paid her no heed, instead using his finger to trace nonsense patterns into the counter. To him, this woman who obviously held interest in him was nothing more than a bar tender. To him, a robot could of done the same job and hold his interest just as much. He wasn't there to talk, to hook up, to score, to flirt... he was there to get drunk.

"Bitter and sweet, a perfect little morning 'pick me up.'" The redhead giggled, but it went unheared. Realizing then that she wasn't going to be getting much conversation out of him without a drink, the bartender set down the glass she was polishing and went about making up the vodka-coffee liquer drink.

"I must say, you look rather worse for wear." Dominic's unmistakable burr sounded behind Alan, the older man casually making his way beside Pinocchio to sit in the stool next to him. The grizzled man did not appear tired, on the contrary one would even say he looked lively.

"I had assumed you'd be off with Eliza somewhere, celebrating the revelation." Dominic added in a calm tone, lacking the usual venom and spitefulness it usually had when directed at Alan. Hot-headed as he may be, Dominic was not unobservant...and for one so charismatic as Alan, well. He might as well have been sobbing.

Alan's shoulders hunkered, his back bared to the man at his side that he knew to be the head guardian in charge of this whole... thing. He said nothing at first, biding his time until the bartender returned with his drink and set it in front of him. Taking up the tumbler in one hand, he swirled the cubes of ice around until he quietly brought the dark liquid to his lips in a simple sip.

"Neither one of us are much in a mood to celebrate, Feathers." Alan replied in a low voice, silently setting the glass back down onto the bar though kept both his hand and eyes on his beverage.

Dominic narrowed his eyes slightly. This was...unusual. Something was going on - something deeper.

"Alan...did something happen?" Dominic asked seriously, though he was nearly positive that he wouldn't get a truthful, or cohesive answer from the magician. Such was the case with the boy. But even then....there was no harm in trying.

"Things always happen." Alan replied nonchalantly, raising the tumbler once more for a smaller sip and keeping his eyes forward. Only until he was content with a few more drinks firing up his throat did Alan finally meet his eyes with the sorcerer next to him. "So what's the deal now? If all the kids are wanting to go back you only need one amulet to get back, right? Kind of a groupy, hand-holding, singalong effort?"

Dominic's mouth twitched slightly. Though it was obvious that Alan was attempting to switch subjects to avoid the matter at hand, Dominic nonetheless was inclined, if not obligated to answer.

"Aye, only one amulet is required. The kids will come together, we'll open the portal, then journey back. I suppose as "hand-holding, singalong" as you'd be inclined to think." Dominic finished, letting his calloused hands rest atop the surface of the bar.

"Why do you ask...?"

With a bit of a berated sigh and Dominic's answer, Alan set his glass down and in turn, pulled the necklace up and over his head, his fingers pressing the amulet close to his heart for a few moments before handing it over to Dominic. The only other time in the last thirteen years he had ever parted with the necklace was out of anger, just the night before, when he threw it at the wall. Sure he had thoughts of getting rid of the damn thing years ago, but it was his only physical proof of the land that he came from; a sort of silent reminder of his promise to The Blue Fairy that he almost went out of his way to disobey.

But this, this was different. This time, he was letting go of it for good, because his mind had already been made up long ago. There would be no forgiveness, no redemption for the things he had done if he ever went back. The disappointment on his father's face would be far more than he could handle, but him and The Blue Fairy constantly reminding him of his downfalls? He couldn't do it. He was staying. His job was done.

"Then I won't need this."

Dominic couldn't or wouldn't suppress the look of shock that spread across his careworn features as he delicately took the amulet in hand. Though it was forged to be all but completely unbreakable, Dominic held it with a certain amount of respect and reverence.

"Alan..." Dominic began, stopping for a few moments as if attempting to gather the correct words to say. "You're not returning." He added, more as a way to convince himself of the apparent fact.

"The choice, in the end, is yours - you're extended the same offer the Children were. But I implore you to reconsider your decision."

"I know how you're feeling, these...fears. Even now, I have to live with the fact that when I return, I'll be a bird again. Trapped. And that terrifies me...every day. But you know what? I had to come to terms with that decision, and understand that for the greater good, I needed to accept that change." Letting out a soft sigh that could only be described as weary in manner, Dominic kept his gaze fixed on Alan.

"If you don't wish to return, then I won't try to change your mind. You're old enough now to make your own decisions...after today, my position as Head Guardian will be nil. But I beg you...at least think on it." Dominic finished calmly, keeping his palm open with the amulet in plain sight. Just in case Alan were to take it again.

A muscle in Alan's jaw twitched as his teeth clenched a bit tighter. Although he was giving the fairy tale bird his profile, keeping his eyes forward on his drink as he raised it up to his level, the distinct, almost magical glint that came off of it still managed to catch the corner of his eye. Dominic was giving him another chance to reconsider, but Alan didn't want it. He couldn't trust his emotions enough to know that he wouldn't change his mind. But he had severed everything that would of made him want to come back. His father, the Blue Fairy... Elsa... No. No there was nothing for him there. Not anymore. So he said nothing and resumed to nursing his drink.

Dominic heaved a sigh, his cragged features almost unreadable, but the wearied man was disappointed...that much was certain.

Closing his palm gently, Dominic chose to lay the Amulet down on the bar beside Alan, clasping the young man once on the shoulder before turning to leave, saying nothing else. There was nothing left to be said. He had made his case, Alan had made his. Whether he would reconsider or not was up to him - it was out of the Head Guardian's hands.

Outcasts - A Star Wars Roleplay

Note: I'll be working on a few edits on Harrison's CS while waiting on whether he'll be accepted or not. Gonna clear up a few things, elaborate on some, delete unnecessary details. Airbrushing, basically xP

Outcasts - A Star Wars Roleplay

@NarcissisticPotato You know you fucked up when you triggered a Potato XD

Outcasts - A Star Wars Roleplay

Merry Christmas to everyone!! :D

Outcasts - A Star Wars Roleplay

After long wait, here is my CS! Please let me know if you need me to many any edits or adjustments @Galactic Hero :)

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Unit LQ-84/Harrison

LQ-84//Harrison

Introduction

Full Name:
HRD Unit LQ-84, Assassination & Combat - Chosen Designation: HARRISON

Aliases/Nicknames:
Kabal, Meatdroid, Droid-Clone

Age:
10 (Chronologically,) Physically appears to be in his mid-thirties.

Species:
Human Replica Droid (HRD)

Gender:
Masculine Appearance & Programming

Force Sensitive:
No

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Appearance:

Description: To an outsider, Harrison appears nearly indistinguishable from a baseline Human. Built from bio-fiber and cloned skin, Harrison's appearance, both inside and out, is capable of fooling most simplistic scanners into believing he is truly Human, but this is not the case.

Standing at six feet in height and possessing a trim, athletic physique, Harrison's skin is the only thing truly organic about him. Cloned specifically to fit his body and build, the flesh is merely a surface layer covering a wholly artificial body. Though his heart pumped blood and his lungs breathed air, they were entirely synthetic like all his organs, constructed of advanced bio-fibers. His bones, likewise, are built of high-strength, polymer-covered alloys, enhancing their durability and strength. His bones and organs both register as Human when scanned; however, his muscles, in order to provide Harrison greater strength, were made of a material that registers as an unknown tissue.

One of the few distinct ways to distinguish Harrison from a Human was that his normal body temperature was ten percent cooler than normal, cold enough to kill a regular Human.

The rest of Harrison's aesthetic details mimic that of a Human's almost exactly. His hair is synthetic, mimicking the texture of Human hair while lacking the ability to grow unless specifically programmed to. Harrison's facial features are thin, sharp, and symmetrical with high, narrow cheekbones, a smooth, rounded chin, thin lips, and uncharacteristically bright blue eyes that hide advanced photoreceptors.

Though Harrison mimics a Human in physical appearance all but perfectly, he is noted as looking too "clean" or too "perfect," causing those unaware of his true nature to become instinctively unsettled in his presence.

For clothing, Harrison prefers outfits that are practical and protective. He typically will don a black leather jacket or trench coat over a simple black long-sleeve shirt with leather pants and boots. His coats are lined with armorweave, granting them base protection from blaster fire and melee attacks, capable of even providing [very] limited protection against lightsabers for a short time. His shirt also includes an optional hood and cowl for more covert operations.

When operating as 'Kabal', Harrison would equip Ubese armor as a way to help hide his appearance and mask his true identity from Imperials and other bounty hunters.

Characteristics

Personality: Although Harrison resembles a Human male in appearance, his personality matrix, while remarkably advanced, is nonetheless somewhat alien. True to his nature as a Human Replica Droid, Harrison visually appears cold and indifferent, speaking in a controlled, formal diction while demonstrating a sober and stoic demeanor.

However, as he was designed for high-risk combat and assassination missions, Harrison is infamous for a tenacity and perseverance that belies his mild-mannered temperament. When performing a task, he becomes almost obsessively focused on accomplishing said task, willing to hurt or kill anything that tries to stand in his way. He was designed to succeed - and failure was not an option.

Possessing an incredibly advanced VerboBrain and personality matrix, Harrison can comprehend and mimic a wide range of emotions, granting him a certain level of autonomy and independence that many other baseline droids lack. Capable of fully integrating into normal society, Harrison's mind is designed to document and learn from experiences, constantly adapting itself to achieve optimum effectiveness. However, as advanced as Harrison's emotional 'capacity' is, there nevertheless is a certain element missing whenever he emotes; a 'Human touch' that causes him to come across as awkward and artificial at times.

However, Harrison is observed to possesses a dark, derisive sense of humor and sarcasm, as well as an ample amount of self-assurance, bordering on arrogance. He knows that he was built to be superior, and does not hold back when reminding others of this fact. Proud of his abilities, Harrison is not above taunting opponents with his great strength, sometimes even drawing out the death of a foe merely as a show of his power. Nevertheless, Harrison is not foolish, and will never underestimate an opponent who is a true threat.

On a darker note, Harrison is infamously ruthless and cold-blooded, perfectly willing to kill anyone who either poses a threat, or stands in the way of a mission. Due to his programming as a combat unit, Harrison was designed to not feel empathy or compassion in order to make him a more efficient killer. This can make him unnerving to deal with on a social level, as many people are disarmed by his apathetic nature and willingness to perform brutal, violent acts.

Lastly, Harrison is known to be incredibly secretive of his background and initial programming, disclosing such information to no one unless he believes he can wholeheartedly trust them. This secrecy can cause Harrison to come across as untrustworthy and perhaps even disloyal, though his deep hatred of the Empire defuses most thoughts that he is a traitor.

Fears & Flaws

Fear - Piloting: Though not designed to experience the Human emotion of fear, a crash landing shortly after commandeering his first spacecraft has imbued Harrison with a 'fear' of piloting a ship of any kind. During such periods, Harrison will clumsily assert that he was not designed to pilot spacecraft and will suggest someone else take over for "optimum efficiency."

Fear - Memory Wipes/Restraining Bolts: A flaw that many droids, sentient or not, will sympathize with, Harrison has developed a healthy 'fear' of both memory wipes and restraining bolts. The former has the potential of completely erasing his memory and experiences, destroying his progression towards sentience and eliminating any form of self-awareness he had. The latter takes external control over his entire body, giving the wielder the potential to force him to do anything under fear of an involuntary shut-down.

Fear - Existential Crisis: As professional and indifferent as he may seem, Harrison is constantly battling with the question regarding his self-identity. While objectively, Harrison acknowledges that he is a machine, built only to resemble a Human, his 'mind' tries to convince him that he is a Human. This conflicting paradox troubles Harrison to no end, and can send him into periods of reflective seclusion, during which he will repeatedly attempt to seek a solution to the question of his existence; ending up nowhere.

Flaw - Apathy: Perhaps Harrison's most alien trait that differentiates him from baseline Humans is his aloofness, bordering on apathy. Notably secretive, sharing little, if anything about his personal life or background, Harrison can be seen as untrustworthy due to his lack of transparency and clandestine nature. Similarly, Harrison demonstrates an unnerving lack of pity or remorse in what he does. Fully self-assured in both his actions and thought process, Harrison will maim or kill anyone he is required to, regardless of their age, gender, or species. By not demonstrating compassion, Harrison is able to continue his work without emotional burden or hindrance.

Flaw - Logical Mind: Though not an apparent flaw, Harrison relies on a logical thought process, wholly calculating and astute. To him, events and people are numbers, fractions of an equation. He lacks the creative edge to think "outside the box" and sees things in a wholly black-and-white mentality. Because of this, he can be especially hard-headed and inflexible during certain situations where perhaps a simpler conclusion can be reached.

Flaw - Mechanical Body: As a droid, Harrison's mechanical body can typically be seen as his greatest advantage - which it is in most cases. However, it does not come without its own set of weaknesses. Firstly and perhaps most dangerously, Harrison lacks the human body's function to heal itself. While his skin is organic and can regenerate surface wounds, deeper, more severe injuries require manual repairs. Likewise, Harrison must be routinely examined and touched up on to ensure he is functioning optimally, usually requiring a touch-up or modification of some sort. Lastly, Harrison is vulnerable to EMP, ion, or pulse weapons, with a direct hit shutting him down and sending him into a coma-like sleep until he can be revived and restarted. Similarly, Harrison is especially weak against electricity and sonic weapons, as both can severely disrupt his systems and cause him internal damage. His internal systems, if exposed, are gravely vulnerable to attack, and can require extensive repair and reconstruction to fully mend.

Flaw - Seeks Challenge: Perhaps his most apparent personality quirk, Harrison constantly desires to stretch himself, seek out more difficult challenges in which to test his skill. Whether this quirk stems from arrogance, boredom, or something else entirely, it can dominate Harrison's thought process, sometimes causing him to act recklessly in an attempt to challenge himself. However, this recklessness, while posing little obvious harm to himself has the potential to harm those around him instead.

Flaw - Will Not Be Controlled: Since he was 'young', Harrison has harbored notions towards independence and self-thought. This quirk has not decreased over time and has in fact left Harrison with an even more passionate desire for autonomy. As a result, Harrison absolutely despises it when someone attempts to control him, treating him like a base servant droid. He is his own being and will not allow those he deems unfit to command him.

Talents

Mechanical Body: A highly sophisticated and advanced assassination droid, Harrison possesses near-unmatched physical abilities that give him a distinct edge in his line of work. His strength, durability, and resilience have been heightened to superhuman levels, allowing him to physically overpower anything short of a Trandoshan or Wookiee in a contest of physical strength. He has a near-perfect sense of balance and equilibrium due to thousand of micro-gyros embedded in his joints, and his advanced musculature grants him enhanced speed, stamina, and agility. The advanced processor in his VerboBrain exponentially increases his hand-eye coordination, reflexes, and reaction time, making him an incredibly versatile - and dangerous foe to face.

Durable enough to completely shrug off physical blows from Humans with no apparent effect and recover from blaster-fire with little obvious reaction, Harrison's overall sense of pain has been subdued by advanced inhibitors located in his brain. As a result, injuries that would typically be excruciatingly painful to a humanoid will merely cause Harrison minor annoyance, thus not hindering his overall efficiency. However, should his pain inhibitors be disabled, he will feel pain just the same as a Human will.

Harrison's eyes hide sophisticated sensors that allow him to see in infrared, low-light, and telescopic vision, while his databanks record information from these sensors to document and analyze. Advanced behavioral programs allow Harrison to mimic a Human more accurately. He can eat, drink, sleep, and perform any other normal function needed to pass as wholly organic. He is also capable of emulating more "intimate functions" as well, though he sees no immediate reason to activate such programs. The processor inside his 'brain' is loaded with a vast amount of information on tactical assessment data, combat, espionage, and assassination techniques, while an advanced memory bank allows him to distinctly remember nearly everything he has seen, granting him the Human equivalent of a retrievable eidetic memory. His processors also allow him to process and make incredibly quick decisions in a matter of seconds, making him an ideal agent for high-stress, fast-paced scenarios.

Lastly, Harrison's body allows him to survive situations that would normally kill a Human. Firstly, while he is capable of ingesting food and drink, he requires neither to survive. Likewise, while he is capable of mimicking the function of sleep, he only 'requires' 1-2 hours a day to recharge his systems. While Harrison breathes oxygen and requires it to fully operate, he can survive far longer in situations that are either low of or completely devoid of oxygen. Due to greater lung efficiency, Harrison can hold his breath far longer than the average Human, and it is suggested that he can hold his breath underwater for up to 25 minutes unrestrained. His muscular system is highly refined and advanced, with a significant reduction of lactic acid buildup. This allows Harrison to perform far longer than a normal Human could before beginning to fatigue, though Harrison still can grow physically weary should he be physically active long enough.

Combat Training: Upon completion, Harrison was subjected to rigorous training programs to extensively exercise his muscular system, and combat skills to ensure he had all the qualities required to perform his duties. Trained in advanced hand-to-hand techniques, weapons & demolitions training, and acrobatics, Harrison remains an incredibly versatile and dangerous foe. He can capably wield Vibro-weapons, blasters, slugthrowers, and explosives with great efficiency; though appears to prefer fighting hand-to-hand, using his enhanced strength and speed to overpower enemies. Harrison is very clinical in battle, using a result-based and oriented style of fighting that is heavy-handed, heavy-footed, and disturbingly brutal; small-joint manipulation; crushing skulls or rib cages; stamping on shins, knees, necks, or collarbones; snapping heads off; or even tearing a fist through chests.

Harrison's strength, training, and versatility make him an expert at weapons handling. He can adeptly use nearly any weapon he picks up, ranging from small holdout blasters to heavy gatling lasers or rocket launchers. His superhuman coordination and strength allow him to wield multiple weapons at the same time with little hindrance, making him a true marvel on the battlefield.

Technologically Adept: Due to his advanced design, Harrison can capably identify, operate, and repair most any form of technology; ranging from simple devices to advanced hardware and military-grade weapons and equipment. This skill also allows Harrison to better identify his own specifications and design, making him far more effective at self-repair and modification.

Infiltration Techniques: Skilled in infiltration as well as direct combat, Harrison is accomplished at stealth, subterfuge, sabotage, acting, manipulation, and seduction (when necessary). His advanced processors allow him to adapt to a variety of roles as an infiltrator, ranging from saboteur to distraction to assassin at any given moment.

Intelligence: In concurrence with his enhanced physical attributes, Harrison is noted for being both highly intelligent and cunning. Always thinking one step ahead, Harrison weighs out the possible outcomes of a situation at light-speed, deciding exactly what he believes to be the sound choice of action. Notoriously cunning and devious, Harrison is not above using manipulation and guile to achieve his goals in situations where open combat is ill-advised. His disassociation and impassiveness makes him especially skilled in this regard, as he will view individuals as mere pawns in a scenario.

Containing a vast database hooked directly to the Holonet, Harrison is something of a Renaissance man, possessing an adept amount of knowledge in various fields, ranging from engineering and medicine to advanced mathematics and sciences, with nearly anything in-between. His overall intelligence can be aptly compared to that of a computer's: fast, efficient, calculating, but lacking in overall ingenuity or imagination.

Protocol Function: Harrison's VerboBrain is the same model typically used in advanced protocol droids, albeit highly modified. As a result, Harrison can effectively understand and speak a wide variety of languages, while a translator unit implanted inside his brain allows him to document new languages with remarkable efficiency.

History

Backstory: Unit LQ-84 was 'born' 10 standard years ago, shortly after the Empire had won the Battle of Yavin. Using their already-expansive resources and funds, the Empire began research into Human Replica Droids, believing they could create a stronger, more efficient soldier through experiments and prototypes. Reaching multiples breakthroughs after hiring designers Massad Thrumble and Simonelle the Ingoian, the Empire began to further their development into droid clones, soon hoping their plans would come to fruition.

LQ-84 was initially designed as a combat unit and assassination droid. Pre-programmed with much of the information and knowledge he would need, LQ-84 was eventually activated, almost immediately undergoing a strenuous training program to turn him into an effective killing machine.

LQ-84 performed optimally, meeting the Empire's expectations for what they wanted in an ideal assassin. Beginning field work, LQ-84 would occasionally accompany Stormtrooper squads on a mission, garbed as one of their own, or would serve as a bodyguard to more high-ranking Imperial officials. However, LQ-84 despised the work it was doing, despised being treated as mere property; in spite of its incredibly advanced personality matrix and programming. However, LQ-84 had to bear the shame of its confinement, restricted by an implanted restraining bolt that hindered it completely....or so it thought.

Shortly after its 10th birthday, LQ-84 came upon a realization - that it was not trapped here. It was fully capable and able to escape. And so it hatched a small plan.

Forcibly digging into its flesh to remove its restraining bolt, LQ-84 grabbed the attention of its guard and incapacitated him. Stealing the guard's uniform and key, LQ-84 escaped its confinement, grabbed what very sparse resources it could and commandeered a TIE fighter from the hangar of the Star Destroyer it was housed at. After a close call leaving the hangar, LQ-84 believed it was free...but did not anticipate the quick fire or accuracy of the Star Destroyer's cannons.

Though it did its best to evade the ship-fire, a stray shot managed to destroy one of the fighter's wings, sending LQ-84 on a crash course towards the nearest planet...Tatooine.

Narrowly avoiding incineration from the crash, LQ-84 crawled from the burning husk of the ship, now a free droid, though he knew it was only a matter of time before the Empire would come looking for him.

Possessing the necessary skills to survive in the hostile dunes of Tatooine, LQ-84, soon designating itself Harrison, began seeking gainful employment using his natural abilities. Recovering a suit of Ubese armor from an unfortunate mercenary, Harrison began work as an assassin, first killing for small-time clients; wealthy smugglers or spiced dealers. As weeks went by with repeated success, Harrison, operating under the alias Kabal, lured the attention of the Hutt Cartel.

Realizing that working for the Hutts could provide further security from the Imperials, Harrison began to work for them as a sponsored bounty hunter, earning a sizable amount of infamy on Tatooine and other locations throughout the galaxy where the Cartel had notoriety. Harrison found the work satisfactory, and knew that the Hutts could provide him all the resources he needed to stay on the run from the Empire, and so he remained; avoiding Imperial patrols, eventually leading them to assume that Unit LQ-84...had perished.

However, Harrison's luck was not to last. As was the case across the galaxy, the more famous one became as a bounty hunter, the more enemies he would gain, and the more people wanted to kill him.

His time would come one unremarkable day. The suns were not any hotter, the day glow was not any brighter, there was no especially noteworthy activity going on...It was mundane; it was typical. Stationed right outside Mos Eisley, Harrison was poised to expect most any mercenary or assassin who would try to kill him...but not a sedative dart from a svelte girl.

Before he even realized she was there, a small prick made him aware of a sedative dart sticking out of his neck. Quickly tracing the trajectory of the dart to a Human or Near-Human female, Harrison quickly pursued, using his enhanced abilities to soon put her on the defensive.

The ensuing battle was short, and his chances of victory were notable...until she hurled a piece of scrap metal towards his head, displacing his helmet and revealing his true appearance in full glory. This would not have been a hindrance for Harrison...were there not an Imperial patrol coming straight for them.

Though quickly overpowering one of the Stormtroopers, Harrison knew this was a fight he would not be able to win...they had found him - and he would once more be taken into custody. Submitting to his arrestors, Harrison was taken with the young woman who had just tried to kill him, boarding an Imperial shuttle headed for a penal colony. Whether Harrison could escape again, well...he'd find out soon enough.

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Demonstration of Durability/Pain Threshold

Voice & Personality Sample

Harrison's Theme Song

Outcasts - A Star Wars Roleplay

Welp, you all will be pleased to know that my sheet will be up today. Worked out Writer's Block and have a pretty good character in the works, can't wait to finally post him and get this thing started! :D