NAME: Roland
FACTION: N/A
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: HRD
AGE: 34
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'1" (before decapitation)
WEIGHT: 200 lbs
EYES: N/A
HAIR: N/A
SKIN: Tan
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
(+) Spooky- Roland is headless. This is not a condition the medical world would consider survivable. Thus, he tends to scare the bejeezus out of most folks.
(+) Of all the Thompson Gunners, Roland was the best- Imprinted with advanced combat skills from a variety of cultures with a variety of styles and disciplines, Roland is quite handy in a firefight. Lack of a head has somewhat reduced his effectiveness, but he's still hell on wheels in close quarters.
(-) Headless- Having one's head blown off tends to cramp one's style. Though many of the handicaps from decapitation have been overcome, Roland still has no eyes, nose, mouth, or ears. The state of the art tech he was built with can compensate for some things, but not being able to speak or walk in public without freaking people out has its downsides.
(-) Ow, Ow, Ow- Though the synthflesh and muscle that makes up most of his body doesn't rot and isn't prone to infections, Roland can still feel pain. His neck stump is quite tender, and any attempts to alleviate the agony have been unsuccessful. He can override the pain response for short periods, but most of his time is spent trying to cope with the fact that decapitation hurts like a son of a queen.
APPEARANCE:
For the most part, Roland looks like a human male in peak physical condition. He's tallish, solidly muscled, and looks like he takes care of himself. Mostly. The jagged remains of his neck are all that remains of what was once his head.
BIOGRAPHY:
Roland started life as an HRD unit produced by ATC and sold to a minor dignitary as a bodyguard. Only, Roland didn't know any of this. His implanted memories gave him no reason to suspect that he was anything other than a human. As far as he was concerned, he was a normal boy from a normal planet that signed on the dotted line, fought in a couple of wars, and turned his experience to protecting some bigwig for absurd amounts of money.
And then it all went wrong.
While guarding the principle on a business deal on Nar Shadda, one of Roland's fellow bodyguards turned traitor. Before anyone knew what was happening, Van Owen had killed the other bodyguards and was making a run at their employer. Roland managed to fight him off long enough for the man to escape, but caught an explosive bullet to the head in the process.
Van Owen fled, thinking Roland was dead.
Three days later, he woke up. It was at that point he discovered that he was not a normal boy from a normal family. Roland was an advanced combat HRD. Though his head was gone, a complex array of sensors that he'd never noticed before allowed him to "see" and "hear", though not as effectively as his old eyes and ears. Half mad with pain, Roland vowed to hunt down the man who'd done him in.
He searched the galaxy, finally catching up to Van Owen in a small city in the Outer Rim. He found him sitting in a barroom drinking gin. Roland aimed his Thompson gun, and he didn't say a word. He blew Van Owen's body from their to Johannesburg.
Ten years have passed since. Roland still wanders through the backwaters of the galaxy, fighting for any cause that catches his fancy.
SHIP:
N/A
KILLS:
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BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
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ROLE-PLAYS:
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