In Umbris Potestas Est
NAME: OHK-00 (Organic Hunter Killer)
FACTION: Sith
RANK: Apprentice
SPECIES: Hybrid Human/Droid
AGE: Appears 31, has lived for 1.
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 6’4”
WEIGHT: 230lbs
EYES: Changes depending on what spectrum he is viewing
HAIR: Black
SKIN: Tanned
FORCE SENSITIVE:Yes
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
- I am a creation. I wasn’t born, I was made. Do I have a soul?
- I obey commands. I was created to serve and doing anything other is not in my nature.
- My cybernetics are my life, if they break, I die.
+ The strength of my metal is greater than any flesh. If it is a matter of physical power, I have already won.
+ Machines dance at my fingertips. I can make wonders. My mind is a result of combining computer’s and a human’s best qualities. I am a supercomputer with creativity. Even I can’t even imagine what I can accomplish.
SHIP: None
Items:
x2 Red lightsabers
Blast Coat
Tool kit and spare parts
BIOGRAPHY:
I was created on a table. The first thing I remember is the glaring white light of the operating table above me. The second, was the feel of my optic sensors making compensations for the intensity of the light. My mind had already begun storing information in various files. Sorting the new world around me into understandable data. Sensations were logged and cataloged. The metal of the table, the chill of the air, the sound of my own heart. Mine was more metal than flesh, but never the less a heart.
My creator, a sith who went by the name Darth Beverreth, told me I was his greatest achievement. I should have killed the creature the moment I laid eyes upon him. It would have spared him from his own madness and me from his machinations. He confided in me that I would be the weapon that would sever the heads from all his rivals, I would hand death to anyone who crossed him, I would bring him greatness. The reality was that his mind had already faded, his success in completing me must have been an act of the force itself as all his other experiments failed utterly on a regular basis. I on the other hand, excelled. Light sabers sang in my grip, though my connection to the force was weaker than that of a full organic. I can still feel its pull, but my master told me that the force is the territory of the living, and that I am not truly alive.
My master died messily. It happened when he went to feed a small Terentatek he had captured. He walked right into its cage and said “Follow me droid! There is someone I want you to kill.” I think he saw me in that cage. Or perhaps he just felt like suicide by Terentatek. Either way his might must have finally given out. Now I find myself a barely trained hybrid wondering at my place. The sith preach passion and for a time I wondered if I was incapable. But I no longer wonder. I find myself intoxicated by this new and gigantic universe. I want to experience it in its entirety. I have spent my life in a lab and now every step I take is a new. Every emotion I feel is a taste of something not yet explored. My master is dead, and a droid without a master is nothing.
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