CT-312
Character
“CT-312” - Kass'andra
| Nickname(s) | Lefttovers |
| Age | 27 |
| Species | Human |
| Race | Epicanthix |
| Gender | Female |
| Height | 5'5 ft |
| Weight | 55 kg |
| Eyes | Brown |
| Hair | Black |
| Force Sensitive | Yes, (Unaware) |
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Can be often seen wearing armor, especially with their helmet on and uses a voice changer when speaking.
Medium to fair skinned complexion, scars throughout their mesomorphic build. Under the helmet, CT-312 has a bob styled haircut with the ends being slightly layered for an under curve that doesn’t quite reach the shoulders.
Medium to fair skinned complexion, scars throughout their mesomorphic build. Under the helmet, CT-312 has a bob styled haircut with the ends being slightly layered for an under curve that doesn’t quite reach the shoulders.
INVENTORY
- Standard issue Heavy Scout trooper armor
- Standard issue Heavy Scout trooper weapons
- At least 1 Detonation pack & 1 stimpack
PERSONALITY AND BELIEFS
CT-312 has an outward gung ho attitude and appearance. Becomes hot tempered when their credentials are being questioned. Especially their height. Her reckless behavior comes from the need to prove themselves that they are just as good, if not better than any of their cloned siblings. Hating what she is, they often question their own existence due to being considered ”Leftovers”. CT-312 has developed social anxiety. She takes things literally and doesn’t believe that she can trust her cloned siblings to watch her back. With the constant badgering from her clone siblings, she doesn’t consider them as “brothers”. Usually volunteering themselves for Scouting missions to avoid interaction. She usually always has her helmet on at all times, it helps her cope.
Out in the battlefield, CT-312 can be stubborn and has a tendency to improvise during the mission to improve efficiency. She truly believes, if you have a problem. Just blow it up. Nothing like a good old explosion can’t fix. They prefer to be stationed and be deployed to natural environments as to anything pertaining in space. They don’t know they are somewhat force sensitive and don’t like the “unsettling gut feeling” they frequently get when they are off-planet.
Out in the battlefield, CT-312 can be stubborn and has a tendency to improvise during the mission to improve efficiency. She truly believes, if you have a problem. Just blow it up. Nothing like a good old explosion can’t fix. They prefer to be stationed and be deployed to natural environments as to anything pertaining in space. They don’t know they are somewhat force sensitive and don’t like the “unsettling gut feeling” they frequently get when they are off-planet.
STRENGTHS
- Improvises / Quick Thinking
- Adaptable
- Intuition
- Heavy Weapons/Demolition Specialist
WEAKNESSES
- Reckless
- Stubborn
- Hot Tempered
- Social Anxiety
HISTORY
CT-312 was born on Bestal Three that is located on the outer rim of the Sith Empire in a new small cloning facility. Due to minimal funding and resources at the time, CT-312 became one of the only survivors from a bad cloning batch. During the cloning process, the Y chromosome of the genetic make up was damaged. Not wanting to waste the limited genetic resource of that specific DNA, the facility scientists decided to use another X chromosome from another gene pool that had the same issue. Salvaging the cloning process with double X chromosomes, resulted in CT-312 being female to her male counterparts. The facility could have easily disposed of her for not being ‘perfect’. But to the scientists it was something fascinating and new, it should be observed. The leaders in the facility determined that it would be a waste of money and resources at the time. It was decided to continue to invest in CT-312 as long as they performed to the highest standards and showed promising results. She would work for the facility to pay back her dues.
Growing up around her cloned siblings, she was shunned and badgered constantly. Clones were supposed to be perfect replicates of each other. Not only was she female, she also was not purely from the same genetic makeup. It didn’t help that she was also 5’5 in a sea of 6 ft clones. CT-312 was often referred to as “Leftovers” by her brothers. Despite excelling top in her training and becoming a heavy weapon specialist. CT-312 continued to still struggle to fit in and be accepted in any of the squads she was put into. She ended up being assigned as a scout and was “volunteered” in long missions, in hopes that one day the imperfection would disappear.
Ironically true to the name given to her, “Leftovers” , CT-312 was constantly assigned to different patrol squads. She would always get reprimanded by her squad leaders for not always following orders and sticking to the plan, despite it saving them or making the mission easier. During one of her earlier encounters out on a mission, CT-312 particularly grew a passion for explosives. Having to jerry rig a handful of thermal and fragmentation grenades on the trees of the jungle. Detonating them just as her assigned squad ran past through to the clear zone. A sudden collapse of the trees around the area fell on top of the hostiles that were giving chase. As the smoke and dust settled, the answer was clear. The problem was no more. Granted, the squad leader thought differently and CT-312 was put in confinement for not following protocols. After that incident, CT-312 would spend their confinement becoming an “unauthorized” demolition specialist and always had at least one explosive charge on them. Never knowing when she may need it.
Still causing ‘trouble’ wherever she went, CT-312 used to hate scouting missions. How could she prove herself in action if they were sent away. But it grew on her. After her 6th mission, a different squad with the same treatment, she was able to break away doing reconnaissance of the surrounding area on their assigned 74-Z speeder bike. It gave CT-312 a brief moment to herself. She’d be able to finally take off her helmet and be in the moment. Thinking back of her whole situation, she decided to give herself her own name. Her brothers gave her one, why should she not be able to give herself one? Kass'andra. A proper name to call herself. With that, she embraced the solitude that was thrusted on her.
As funding started to finally pour in from other sponsors due to Bestal Three’s resources in making medpacs and stimulants. The cloning facility would start sending out squads to off-world missions, especially CT-312. By her 10th mission, she had begrudgingly accepted that sometimes you just have to do everything on foot. Being a heavy weapon specialist wasn’t the greatest during these times. It didn’t take much of that for her to always have at least one stimulant in their set to use. It definitely helped speed things along. She was placed in confinement upon return for being “too lazy”.
By their 13th mission, CT-312 somehow made it to 27th year of age. Some may consider that lucky for a clone’s life, especially the amount of missions they were put in. There was something off with this particular mission though. It was supposed to be simple. Eliminate the outpost. Instead, at a blink of an eye everything went south. They were at first greeted with minimal resistance. Unable to shake off the feeling, CT-312 placed explosives around as a precaution. They made their way back to the entrance of the outpost. Just as she exited the entrance to secure the perimeter as instructed, screams and yelling could be heard in the radio comms. Immediately laying down cover fire. Something in there aside from the remaining opposition was causing her whole squad to be wiped out in mere minutes. Then there was only one voice left. It was the squad leader. He issued the command.
“312. Blow this son of a Karabast and this Farkled outpost sky high! That’s an order.”
They were right. Leftovers. That’s all CT-312 would ever be.
Back at the cloning facility, she was placed into confinement once again. For surviving. Despite completing the mission of eliminating the outpost. The higher ups were more upset about losing a squad of clone troopers that were labeled as “proper” compared to her. Wasted money. Surprisingly the confinement time was cut short. CT-312 would be re-assigned. Permanently. With no one to say goodbye or miss her, packing up her gear, she left to board the ship and entered into a fate unknown.
Growing up around her cloned siblings, she was shunned and badgered constantly. Clones were supposed to be perfect replicates of each other. Not only was she female, she also was not purely from the same genetic makeup. It didn’t help that she was also 5’5 in a sea of 6 ft clones. CT-312 was often referred to as “Leftovers” by her brothers. Despite excelling top in her training and becoming a heavy weapon specialist. CT-312 continued to still struggle to fit in and be accepted in any of the squads she was put into. She ended up being assigned as a scout and was “volunteered” in long missions, in hopes that one day the imperfection would disappear.
Ironically true to the name given to her, “Leftovers” , CT-312 was constantly assigned to different patrol squads. She would always get reprimanded by her squad leaders for not always following orders and sticking to the plan, despite it saving them or making the mission easier. During one of her earlier encounters out on a mission, CT-312 particularly grew a passion for explosives. Having to jerry rig a handful of thermal and fragmentation grenades on the trees of the jungle. Detonating them just as her assigned squad ran past through to the clear zone. A sudden collapse of the trees around the area fell on top of the hostiles that were giving chase. As the smoke and dust settled, the answer was clear. The problem was no more. Granted, the squad leader thought differently and CT-312 was put in confinement for not following protocols. After that incident, CT-312 would spend their confinement becoming an “unauthorized” demolition specialist and always had at least one explosive charge on them. Never knowing when she may need it.
Still causing ‘trouble’ wherever she went, CT-312 used to hate scouting missions. How could she prove herself in action if they were sent away. But it grew on her. After her 6th mission, a different squad with the same treatment, she was able to break away doing reconnaissance of the surrounding area on their assigned 74-Z speeder bike. It gave CT-312 a brief moment to herself. She’d be able to finally take off her helmet and be in the moment. Thinking back of her whole situation, she decided to give herself her own name. Her brothers gave her one, why should she not be able to give herself one? Kass'andra. A proper name to call herself. With that, she embraced the solitude that was thrusted on her.
As funding started to finally pour in from other sponsors due to Bestal Three’s resources in making medpacs and stimulants. The cloning facility would start sending out squads to off-world missions, especially CT-312. By her 10th mission, she had begrudgingly accepted that sometimes you just have to do everything on foot. Being a heavy weapon specialist wasn’t the greatest during these times. It didn’t take much of that for her to always have at least one stimulant in their set to use. It definitely helped speed things along. She was placed in confinement upon return for being “too lazy”.
By their 13th mission, CT-312 somehow made it to 27th year of age. Some may consider that lucky for a clone’s life, especially the amount of missions they were put in. There was something off with this particular mission though. It was supposed to be simple. Eliminate the outpost. Instead, at a blink of an eye everything went south. They were at first greeted with minimal resistance. Unable to shake off the feeling, CT-312 placed explosives around as a precaution. They made their way back to the entrance of the outpost. Just as she exited the entrance to secure the perimeter as instructed, screams and yelling could be heard in the radio comms. Immediately laying down cover fire. Something in there aside from the remaining opposition was causing her whole squad to be wiped out in mere minutes. Then there was only one voice left. It was the squad leader. He issued the command.
“312. Blow this son of a Karabast and this Farkled outpost sky high! That’s an order.”
They were right. Leftovers. That’s all CT-312 would ever be.
Back at the cloning facility, she was placed into confinement once again. For surviving. Despite completing the mission of eliminating the outpost. The higher ups were more upset about losing a squad of clone troopers that were labeled as “proper” compared to her. Wasted money. Surprisingly the confinement time was cut short. CT-312 would be re-assigned. Permanently. With no one to say goodbye or miss her, packing up her gear, she left to board the ship and entered into a fate unknown.