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ANDREW VANCE
Nickname | Andy |
Code Name | Viper |
Affiliation | Imperial |
Occupation | Pilot ∙ Secret agent |
Philosophy | Imperial Knight |
Age | 123 years (physically 27) |
Birthdate | 777 ABY |
Species | Human (Sangnir Lowblood) |
Gender | Male |
Height | 5 ft, 11 in (1.80 m) |
Weight | 80 lbs (36 kg) |
Physique | Slim ∙ lightly toned |
Force Sensitive | Yes |
Skin Color | Fair |
Skin Markings | Bite scar ∙ Tattoo |
Hair Color | Chocolate brown |
Hair Style | Ivy League |
Eye Color | Gray blue |
Face Claim | Quinn Lord |
Accent | None (General American) |
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PRELUDE
Andrew presents himself as inconspicuously Human. Those “in the know” say that he is a Human replica droid, with all the government fixings to prove it, including a manufacturer's ID chip embedded in his left temple, claiming him as Imperial navy property. That's all most everyone is led to believe, and all Andrew cares they should know.
Named and patterned after the "real" Andrew Vance who died in battle nearly a century ago, HRD Andrew is known for continuing - or rather surpassing - his template's legacy of starfighter kills and aerial feats. One of the Navy's finest, having served the Imperial navy for over 20 years, and 70 years prior in the Galactic Alliance fleet. Andrew is an excellent pilot and well-rounded technician in repairing spacecraft and starfighters.
Just your "Average Andy", he assures. "Handy Andy" they say, about the guy who's always hanging around to fix or fly something. "Andy the Android", they tease. So Andy's stuck as his callsign for the last 50 years or so. Any attempts to coin him a new one have faded over the generations of pilots he's flown with.
His rank is an enigma, carrying none most days, as he blends in with the ordinary bulk of servicemen. That Andrew is also an Imperial secret agent comes as no profound surprise to those who serve beside him—even those deemed his superior officers—finding themselves serving under him in times of intervention by Imperial secret services.
Those who can detect his Force sensitivity and the Force aura from his kyber crystal, would find it peculiar for a droid to have. Unusual, but not impossible. Andrew likes keeping his kyber crystal close by, if not in his pocket, then a thin silver lightsaber hilt at his side. Seldom does he ignite the emerald green shoto blade, but when he does wield it, his fluency in Form III indicates some familiarity with the Jedi arts, if not programming after his template's background.
Few are aware of the whole truth that Andrew is in fact a Sangnir - a vampire. Among his confidants being close friends, personal doctors, and military officials to keep his true identity secret. That the "real" Andrew did indeed die but was reborn, into an immortal creature. A bloodthirsty monster and medical mystery his caretakers strive to understand. Codenamed "Viper" on his classified documents.
For an assumed droid, most of Andrew's vampire quirks and abilities are easily covered up as part of his "programming". A touch of his skin, lukewarm if not cold, would reveal that his body generates no heat. Nor odor... Except for clothes and occasional cologne he wears, his body does not sweat or smell. Understandable, for a droid.
He frequently pops pills and takes a myriad of injections - suppressants and supplements designed to help him withstand light, heat, and keep his blood urges satiated, which gives him some semblance of a normal Human life without having to hide and hunt all the time. Still, he requires a drink from a beating heart, to survive. On slow days, a full maw's worth of anima can last him two weeks (10 days GST) before the blood urge growls at him and the effects of malnutrition start to creep in. To be safe, his doctors schedule feedings once a week and to always top him off before missions or battle, providing victims among expendable prisoners, test subjects, and medical patients.
His fangs only come out when he is in the mood to feed. His upper canine teeth, normal as any other Human's, on most days. When the blood urge hits him, his canines elongate to needle-sharp points, and his pupils dilate, turning his eyes pitch black. It is not an instantaneous or entirely comfortable process, usually taking about an hour for his maw to "warm up" during his weekly scheduled feedings, when he's forced to. Often medically induced into feeding, if the blood urge is not aroused on his own.
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On a well-fed routine, Andrew retains his sanity and 27-year old body (the same age he was turned into a vampire) and is capable of extraordinary abilities. What some consider to be Force powers are simply aspects of his Sangnir biology:
- Enhanced strength, speed, stamina, agility and reflexes
- Extremely lightweight, barely 80 pounds in clothes soaking wet
- Regenerative healing
- Enhanced immune system against toxins and diseases fatal to the average Human
- Night vision, can navigate in total darkness
- Cold-resistance, can tolerate most cold environments and even then, can survive being frozen alive
- Can stop his heartbeat, allowing him to evade life scanners, survive underwater and even no atmosphere, at the cost of not being able to use air through his vocal chords to talk
- Camouflage triggered by dark environments, allowing him to blend in the shadows
- Hypnotic gaze triggered by his blood urge, mainly to subdue those victims he feeds on
- Telepathic link to other Sangnir, similar to a collective consciousness, allowing him to communicate silently with and detect the presence of other Sangnir or vampires
Deprived of anima, malnourishment will shrivel and weaken him, and spiral him into feral madness, appearing older, paler, and more skeletal. Less powerful physically, more volatile emotionally. His doctors know all too well how dangerous a hangry vampire can be...
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To compensate his Sangnir weakness for plasma and heat, Andrew trains heavily in Tutaminis to use as a last resort, able to deflect lightsabers and blaster bolts, but leaving him with nasty burns. His reliance on a single shoto blade, Form III, and Tutaminis are the pinnacle of his Jedi defensive combat style, when provoked.
Most of his battles take place in the air, from his cockpit. While somewhat out of his element when it comes to ground combat, he is proficient enough with speeders and blasters to be able to improvise a cavalry/cowboy-like approach.
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Otherwise a good neighborly sort of guy, Andrew has developed strong camaraderie with fellow servicemen who know they can always call on him for help or to pass the time with. Likes jazz music. Plays the trumpet on stage very well. Though his true passion is for flying, he has a fondness for boats and the ocean and enjoys sailing whenever he gets the chance, or staring at aquariums.
Flying is his oldest love that makes him feel alive, the one thing that keeps him tethered to his joys of childhood, full of hopes and dreams, yearning freedom across the stars. A love he would rather die doing. Those who fly with him, each and every one of his fellow pilots, hold a very special place in Andrew's undying heart. Trauma from naval war and other flight accidents, however, have made him quite paranoid about safety, not trusting others to pilot or maintain the ship he's flying in.
An Imperial idealist, he believes order under a Light Side autocracy is the key to achieving peace throughout the galaxy.
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