Ardon
Character
NAME: Ardon Zek Tillian
FACTION: The Rimward Trade League
BUSINESSES: Works for the Tillian Family Enterprises
RANK: Ship Captain.
SPECIES: Human.
AGE: 21
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 5’11”.
WEIGHT: 150 lb.
EYES:Green.
HAIR: Brown.
SKIN: Caucasion.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Somewhat
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
+Can connect to electronics wirelessly for information transfer and control
+Understands most languages, and droid-speech.
+Excellent pilot
+Can perform repairs on cybernetics
+Excellent shot
+Very fast reflexes
+Basic underworld understanding
+Physically fit
+Faster and more efficient mathematical calculations
+There’s a metal plate on part of his head, covered by synthetic skin. This was designed to protect the cybernetic implant that works to replace the damage done to allow him to at least communicate.
+Low force sensitivity provides certain low level abilities common that would be common to something like a jedi, less so to a regular. Including greater reflexes, coordination, and physical ability.
-Outward communication exists only in a specific way of speaking, cannot use all languages and is mostly restricted to Basic.
-EMP’s or ION weapons can damage cybernetics, which in turn can cause pain and loss of what communication he does have.
-May not recognize all verbal cues due to limitations of cybernetic implants.
-Cybernetic implants are likely to show up on some scans.
-Force sensitivity is rather low, and is not strong enough for Ardon to rely on it like a Jedi or Sith might. Most of this could be replicated, or even overcome, by certain enhancements or by certain species.
APPEARANCE:
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BIOGRAPHY:
Ardon, even as a child, wanted to be a pilot and a gunslinger. He loved the idea of flying a freighter through an asteroid field or in between starfighters. Getting in blaster fights in a bar. Able to shoot your way out of most problems, and talk your way out of the rest. But he didn’t want to be alone. Ardon had a very strong desire for familiarity. And friends and family were extremely important to him, as were their goals. He wanted to help wherever he could.
And that included something that would permanently change his life. Ardon managed to get his way onto a ship helping a frontier world during serious conflict. The ship he was on was trying to get help in, and innocents out, or at least away. The way in went well...mostly, the shields managed to take most of the damage. The way out didn’t go quite as well, just as they thought they were free a fighter managed to get several good hits, and the captain did his best to navigate the ship back down to the planet trying to guide it away from the battlefield. In that he succeeded. In the landing...there wasn’t one. The ship crashed into the side of a mountain.
Some of them were fine...relatively. Ardon didn’t do so well. His head was hit hard and he was bleeding considerably. He wasn’t alone in having serious injuries, but his were going to have the most unusual of results. The ship had crashed near what was basically a village. And the only person available who knew enough about biology to help was a cybernetics expert, and his equipment wasn’t quite top of the line at that time. For an arm or a leg, that could be enough. That wasn’t so easy for the brain.
Ardon had suffered serious damage that would make it almost impossible, if possible at all, for him to either understand or communicate. The expert realized his problem solver wasn’t going to be perfect, but given the situation he wasn’t sure if waiting for better technology would actually work. He wanted Ardon to be able to at least have the chance to heal with what he was going to get, so he went ahead.
The implant was partially constructed via part of an old droid brain. Inward information and outward information were two different parts to it. He could learn how to get new information, but projecting that information outward wasn’t going to be so easy. This limited Ardon’s ability to speak normally considerably to a type of speech that more resembled droids like astromechs than an organic, or even a protocol droid.
Learning to use it intuitively was not an easy feat. The newfound limitations caused Ardon serious problems and sometimes not everyone understood what was wrong with him, something that he had trouble explaining. Still, he did his best.
Eventually, Ardon would be able to captain his own ship. Something which at least gave him the comfort he had long longed for, flying through the skies and stars. There was a freedom to it that just was so perfect. Hearing the engines run, feeling the speed and movement, and sometimes just looking out at the stars from the viewport. It was something special to him.
IMPLANT:
ardons-brain-implant
WEAPONS:
h-t-e-heavy-blaster-pistols
bsb-blackmoor-sonic-blaster rifle version.
ARMOR:
cirgun-plate-body-armor with hearing protection equipped.
SHIP:
Ardons Angel
DROIDS:
sekret-astromech-droid
KILLS:
N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
ROLE-PLAYS:
the-great-trade-fleet-regatta-trade-league-trade-companies-spacers-anyone-businessy-outer-rim.
lets-get-down-to-business-and-make-some-creds-tillian-family-enterprises
rrs-frontiers-hope-maiden-voyage-sullust-to-susefvi-space-shenanigans
an-interesting-encounter
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