Cohen
Character
COHEN
| Age | 2 years since construction |
| Species | Assimilator |
| Gender | Male |
| Height | 1.78 metres |
| Weight | 100 kg |
| Force Sensitive | Force Dead |
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Cohen, as any Assimilator before him, is a group of organic matter mended with cybernetics. He maintains himself concealed inside an armor, only the assimilated parts are exposed. For now, his right arm is a wookiee's, both his legs are Terrelian Jango Jumper's, and Nautolan's lungs.
INVENTORY
Armor
NZ LHA-II armor
Weapons
NZ HCR-SSA.350 LM edition
DC-15s pistol
Hollenbrenner Type Blaster
Tehk'la dagger
Transport
Speeder
Tie Ravager
PERSONALITY AND BELIEFS
Given part of specialists' brains, Cohen absorved their specialties with ease -but if left himself wondering what of himself is still... him. A quiet soldier, he has accepted his place as a disposable thing, not even worthy of a life of his own. Yet, still, there's something beating inside his chest that says otherwise. Something that makes him desperate to survive every mission he takes part of. The stoic, philosophical being is cursed with being the only prototype of his species alive -or so they said. He remembers the lives of everyone of those whose brains were fed to him.
STRENGTHS
Expert - Thanks to the brain matter he himself assimilated, he is an expert at hand-to-hand combat, meele weapons and ranged weapons. He is also a decent to good pilot, employing unorthodox tactics, and knows something about military strategy.
Patient - Cohen is habituated to wait, and has his own emotions in check during battles. Not only that, but the Cyborg is very calm himself, never prone to abrupt action.
Force-user nemesis - Created to be the ultimate enemy to force-users, Cohen has assimilated techniques to destroy them, and trained with such as well. He is force-dead, and his body naturally destroys the midichlorians of those he assimilates.
WEAKNESSES
Antissocial - Created in the Shadow Laboratory as a Commando and considered an aberration even within his own squadron, Cohen prefers to maintain himself distant from people.
Confused - A walking philosophic dilemma, Cohen often caughts himself thinking about what he is, and if he, of so many people in this galaxy, has a soul of his own. Those questions confuse him, and affect his manners and performance.
Addicted - Quite ironically, part of the brain material Cohen assimilated made him addicted to Tabac. For that reason -and for that reason only-, his helmet can have the lower half opened.