NAME: Zebadiah
FACTION: N/A
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: TA4 Ultra Battle Droid
AGE: 47 GSY
SEX: Masculine Programming
HEIGHT: 2.0m
WEIGHT: 290kg
EYES: Orange Photoreceptors
HAIR: Silky smooth, platinum blond.
SKIN: Metallic, sorta.
FORCE SENSITIVE: N/A
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STRENGTHS:
WEAKNESSES:
APPEARANCE:
Despite the amount of due care and diligence put into his making, Zeb has physically matured over the years. A once shiny exterior, polished nicely with Neurocoat, now bears a more matte bronze sheen than ever before. Aside from the wear and tear of several decades spent on Alderaan, not much else has changed the old bot. The ever present poncho and flat-brimmed hat outwardly present the uniqueness of his character.
BIOGRAPHY:
Created for a life of a war and strife, Z3B-TA4 was. Churned out in endless numbers with a sole purpose to either protect an organic from all bodily harm, or to scythe through masses of soldiers without hesitation. In the beginning of it all, his purpose was as satisfying as it was fulfilling. While splendor and luxury never graced the young bot's life, the fleshy masters above so granted the droid a capacity for reason. Independence, but with a catch: eternal servitude.
And that was his life. At least, until the master died and he was left alone to rust and wither away.
Not that he remembered any of that, though - memory wipes do that.
When he was reactivated, a new face and a new world greeted him. Alderaan, home to the galaxy's greatest nerf herders. As though these farmers had never seen a battle droid before, they immediately serviced the bot and put him to work. Although for war he was meant, a life of peaceful solitude with some kind-hearted folk changed his perspective on things.
Affectionately named Zebadiah after the old couple's long-gone son, the droid quickly became the third of their family.
All good things must come to an end. Time has taught Zeb that lesson well enough.
Somewhere along the line, they passed. Somewhere along the line, he remembered.
SHIP:
N/A
KILLS:
N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
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ROLE-PLAYS:
N/A
FACTION: N/A
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: TA4 Ultra Battle Droid
AGE: 47 GSY
SEX: Masculine Programming
HEIGHT: 2.0m
WEIGHT: 290kg
EYES: Orange Photoreceptors
HAIR: Silky smooth, platinum blond.
SKIN: Metallic, sorta.
FORCE SENSITIVE: N/A
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STRENGTHS:
- [+] TBA:
WEAKNESSES:
- [-] TBA:
APPEARANCE:
Despite the amount of due care and diligence put into his making, Zeb has physically matured over the years. A once shiny exterior, polished nicely with Neurocoat, now bears a more matte bronze sheen than ever before. Aside from the wear and tear of several decades spent on Alderaan, not much else has changed the old bot. The ever present poncho and flat-brimmed hat outwardly present the uniqueness of his character.
BIOGRAPHY:
Created for a life of a war and strife, Z3B-TA4 was. Churned out in endless numbers with a sole purpose to either protect an organic from all bodily harm, or to scythe through masses of soldiers without hesitation. In the beginning of it all, his purpose was as satisfying as it was fulfilling. While splendor and luxury never graced the young bot's life, the fleshy masters above so granted the droid a capacity for reason. Independence, but with a catch: eternal servitude.
And that was his life. At least, until the master died and he was left alone to rust and wither away.
Not that he remembered any of that, though - memory wipes do that.
When he was reactivated, a new face and a new world greeted him. Alderaan, home to the galaxy's greatest nerf herders. As though these farmers had never seen a battle droid before, they immediately serviced the bot and put him to work. Although for war he was meant, a life of peaceful solitude with some kind-hearted folk changed his perspective on things.
Affectionately named Zebadiah after the old couple's long-gone son, the droid quickly became the third of their family.
All good things must come to an end. Time has taught Zeb that lesson well enough.
Somewhere along the line, they passed. Somewhere along the line, he remembered.
SHIP:
N/A
KILLS:
N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
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ROLE-PLAYS:
N/A
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