Flannigan Mcnash
Mr. Roboto
[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ww5GXbk58R0[/media]
“I am Envy, begotten of a chimney-sweeper and an oyster-wife. I cannot read, and therefore wish all books were burnt; I am lean with seeing others eat - O that there would come a famine through all the world, that all might die, and I live alone; then thou should'st see how fat I would be! But must thou sit and I stand? Come down, with a vengeance!”
NAME: Flannigan Mcnash
FACTION: Hutt Cartel, The Jackals
RANK: Major Domo
SPECIES: Human
AGE: Thirty Seven
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'2 ft hunched, standing straight 6'9
WEIGHT: 110 k
EYES: Orange
HAIR: Null
SKIN: Null
FORCE SENSITIVE: Null
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
WEAKNESSES: Greedy, arrogant.
STRENGTHS: Charismatic, quick witted.
APPEARANCE:
A cylindrical mass of durasteel with the odd wire. Composed of sharp geometric angles and shapes, the Phrik plates composing the outside shell of the cyborg, coated in a light dusting of scattered red cloth that looks worse for wear and what might have once been a coat in military style, gold trimmed and thrilled with painted tassels in the manner of gold cloth, he looked nothing more like a gaudy gargoyle in some tacky estate..
Accepted Factory posts for cybernetics:
Old
New
BIOGRAPHY:
And to say I was the odd one out would be a lie as they say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, and I did not fall far. Petty crimes for the most part pick pocketing to start and then worked my way up to mugging and finally robbery, I was a natural gangbanger. You know how they say there’s honour amongst thieves well they’re wrong it was a womp rat eat womp rat world and I ate well, have you ever seen a kid from the age of nine to ten pull off his first pick pocket enough for him to eat the week too, I have and right after I saw I bludgeoned and robbed him I’ll never forget how quickly the whites of the eyes drain out and glaze over with that foggy glassy look. By the age of seventeen I was a member of the Handymen, you ain’t ever heard of it I’m not surprised. A Tat gang that had been busted and popped a few months after its birth like a particularly nasty boil.
But I recall those times with an almost nostalgic feeling, even if the truth of the matter there’s nothing to look back on except beatings both given and received. The only thing that’s worth note was the leader a one Snieve dieve, face like a drowned fish and with breath twice as worse than the description, and boy did he have chompers something about near humans being the worse. He had a way for crime a cruelty like no other, I like to think he was born with it came in a two for one deal with his freaky fish face. But this ain’t about Snieve Dieve, this is about me and if only freaky fish could see me now, I soon left and had a bit of cred to my name which I saved and robbed to get myself a second hand junker of a ship, got myself a crew. The destitute and begotten, the worse of the worse.
In-Site Role-Play
Anyway it ain’t pretty what I spin, it started with some Bantha breath Tail Head drew her glowstick and threatened to lob us apart, we had the numbers or so we thought cause apparently the entire crowd didn’t get the memo that this was Tatooine. We had five Jedi jump up and onto the stage not to count their lackies. Managed a good five minutes before getting riddled with slugs, who even uses slugs anymore. But anyway they were filled with acid who even uses acid filled slugs, bastards that\s who. And then one thing led to another and a building fell on me, I was pulled from the wreck with a spatula, at that point I shared a strange similarity to the mystery meat served at the next door cantina. So there I am on the operating table little more a slab of meat, and you know what I wasn’t gonna let that get me down, I pulled myself back together again. And that just happened to be my heart and brain, and yes I mean that in all its clever implications.
The Huttian Dream
To say in the following days, months even years that I found revelation in my misfortune would be wrong for several reasons, first is I slaved hard after my cybernetic rebirth, so hard in fact I got some space cred, got the attention of a large player on the galactic level, got myself the attention of the high flying red bird, that's right the Red Ravens and me gang well we were in love, they'd have us pirate steal and all around be bad guys and they'd pay us, can you believe, there's a space god after-all and he's a pirate. Even upgraded me, it was a match made in the great spacers dream.
Rising players and choices, the birds were being clipped the Sith, were after them and the Republic would have nothing to do with them, and they got complacent operations slowed, and so did their need for metallic pirates, now a change in the solar winds a rising star, the Hutt Cartel, now you could see a future in that. One thing led to another, a few enslaved villages a few burnt out planets and here I am a major Domo of the Cartel, the fleet master to be precise.
"I am Covetousness, begotten of an old churl in a leather bag; and, might I now obtain my wish, this house, you, and all should turn to gold, that I might lock you safe into my chest. O my sweet gold!"
- Doctor Faustus, Christopher Marlowe.
PERSONAL SHIP: Asmodium, a BT-7 Thunderclap a repurposed Republic assault ship, armor plating and heavy laser cannons provide combat capability, modular shield systems protect the Thunderclap from fire.
KILLS: Null
BOUNTIES COLLECTED: Null
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Gear: Strapped to his side a long curved blade, Vibrosword that in the image of a cutlass, and slightly above that a Vibrorapier tucked into a utility-belt. And two sonic blasters, located on his left side near his belt and next to his left breast-plate under the coat. Attached to his bandolier under his coat is a set of four thermal detonators with eternity droids tucked into the coats pockets.
Note: Does not usually carry a kit unless stated otherwise in the post
- Kit One: A long suit case he sometimes carries on his person, it is black and it clipped together with a combination lock. It contains HH-15 projectile launcher, with ammunition, power batteries and a set of two KE-6B mine.
- Kit Two: Exactly the same in form to its twin case, it is equipped E-11 sniper rifle with extra power batteries.
ROLE-PLAYS:
- Privateering Call It What You Will Its Still Pirating, a small thread between myself and [member="[/FONT][/SIZE]Vessel of Vornskr"], not a particularly note worthy thread for its content but it had some nice banter.
[*]Big Business Big Trouble, a cool social thread, sadly didn't get to finish but fun while it lasted.
[*]In The Harshest Conditions Blooms A Desert Rose, just for the social interaction between Flannigan, and [member="[/FONT][/SIZE][SIZE=10px]Thais Kallisto"], [member="Crix Meriet"], didn't get to say it at the time but great RP.
[*]Dominion Of Trandosha, it was just fun playing the impeding doom.
[*]Demonstration For The Admiral, just a fun small haggling thread.
Critiques
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