Post by Droider on Jun 18, 2003 20:29:45 GMT -5
I've been meaning to post a bio for my character since I joined, but hadn't gotten around to it yet. Either way, here it is:
Name: Droider
Age: 38
Species: Zabrak
Height: 1.9m
Appearance: Few have seen him in anything but full body metallic armor. Most are incapable of picking him out of the small army of droids always surrounding him.
Occupation: Droid Engineer
Weapons: Though he hardly ever carries anything more than a cheap rifle, his posse of droids carries everything from pistols to large explosive devices.
Bio:
Droider has not always been called by that name, yet no one knows his real name. Some even say that Droider himself has forgotten (or supressed) the name his parents gave him. Droider is a rather mysterious fellow: to hear him speak of anything but technology is a rare event indeed. In his younger days, he would often take long trips into the darkest realms of Iridonia with little more than his speeder, a bundle of clothes, and his datapad. When pressed about why he travelled into such a harsh environment, he would ocassionally mumble something about the city being too noisy to think.
But the people that knew him well enough to get even this inkling of a cryptic response from him are all dead now, every one of them. You see, his clan was extremely successful, and though they never joined forces with the Rebels, they were opposed to the Empire taking over their businesses and lives, and fought for their freedom constantly. Apparently, when Droider was about 14 years old, the Empire decided to make his clan an example to the entire Zabrak species: Droider returned home from one of his expeditions to see the last of hundreds of droid ships taking off. The droid army had slaughtered everyone he had ever known; his entire clan was dead.
From the devastation, it seemed that both sides had suffered great losses. For every dead Zabrak, there were 100 disabled droids. But what did it matter? The droids were machines: they could -- and would -- be replaced. They simply overwhelmed the city with their vast numbers and element of surprise. But these were his family they had murdered senselessly, his few friends and acquaintances.
The first thought that ran through his head was revenge. He would find a fighter ship, chase the droid army, and destroy every machine he ever saw. But the futility of this mission struck him almost as quickly as his emotional response. No, there was a better way to avenge his family's death.
So for the next several years, he began to learn everything he could about the machines. He went to the Academy, and learned every detail they had to offer about artificial intelligence and robotics. He covertly became involved in the Rebel movement, since any enemy of the Empire was a friend of his.
After finishing all the training the Academy had to offer, he set out for other worlds. He already had built several prototype battle droids, but they weren't good enough. Though the his latest prototype made the Empire's battle droids look like stupid tin cans, he still wanted smarter, stronger, and faster droids. So he began to visit planet after planet, speaking with the smartest computer scientists and engineers in the universe, in his quest to build the perfect droid. He sought out information with a passion that could only be fueled by vengeance.
Just last year, he finished his tour of the academic universe: he has spoken to every expert in A.I. and robotics alive. And his droids are proof: to see one in action is a sight to behold, and to see a team of them is awe-inspiring... unless you are their target. The droids devise strategies with an intelligence that rivals the greatest commanders of all time. They move with a grace and beauty as captivating as a great dancer. And they weild their weapons with a deadly accuracy that puts many bounty hunters to shame. And Droider will let you know about it, too.
He guards the schematics with his life. Many of the design details are stored nowhere but in his brain, to keep his droids from falling into the Empire's hands. To capture one of his droids is an exercise in futility: they have been programmed to self-destruct at the slightest sign of disassembly. Either he or one of his personal manufacturing droids builds every one of the battle droids, from the raw materials up, so even his vendors cannot know the components that go into his legendary droids. Soon his army will be ready.
Never again will Rebels die at the hands of the Empire's machines. Now the playing field has been levelled, and I dare say even reversed. Sure the Empire may possess vast armies of millions of droids, but they are no match for Droider's creations. I have some advice for the Emporor: be afraid. The droid wars are coming.
Name: Droider
Age: 38
Species: Zabrak
Height: 1.9m
Appearance: Few have seen him in anything but full body metallic armor. Most are incapable of picking him out of the small army of droids always surrounding him.
Occupation: Droid Engineer
Weapons: Though he hardly ever carries anything more than a cheap rifle, his posse of droids carries everything from pistols to large explosive devices.
Bio:
Droider has not always been called by that name, yet no one knows his real name. Some even say that Droider himself has forgotten (or supressed) the name his parents gave him. Droider is a rather mysterious fellow: to hear him speak of anything but technology is a rare event indeed. In his younger days, he would often take long trips into the darkest realms of Iridonia with little more than his speeder, a bundle of clothes, and his datapad. When pressed about why he travelled into such a harsh environment, he would ocassionally mumble something about the city being too noisy to think.
But the people that knew him well enough to get even this inkling of a cryptic response from him are all dead now, every one of them. You see, his clan was extremely successful, and though they never joined forces with the Rebels, they were opposed to the Empire taking over their businesses and lives, and fought for their freedom constantly. Apparently, when Droider was about 14 years old, the Empire decided to make his clan an example to the entire Zabrak species: Droider returned home from one of his expeditions to see the last of hundreds of droid ships taking off. The droid army had slaughtered everyone he had ever known; his entire clan was dead.
From the devastation, it seemed that both sides had suffered great losses. For every dead Zabrak, there were 100 disabled droids. But what did it matter? The droids were machines: they could -- and would -- be replaced. They simply overwhelmed the city with their vast numbers and element of surprise. But these were his family they had murdered senselessly, his few friends and acquaintances.
The first thought that ran through his head was revenge. He would find a fighter ship, chase the droid army, and destroy every machine he ever saw. But the futility of this mission struck him almost as quickly as his emotional response. No, there was a better way to avenge his family's death.
So for the next several years, he began to learn everything he could about the machines. He went to the Academy, and learned every detail they had to offer about artificial intelligence and robotics. He covertly became involved in the Rebel movement, since any enemy of the Empire was a friend of his.
After finishing all the training the Academy had to offer, he set out for other worlds. He already had built several prototype battle droids, but they weren't good enough. Though the his latest prototype made the Empire's battle droids look like stupid tin cans, he still wanted smarter, stronger, and faster droids. So he began to visit planet after planet, speaking with the smartest computer scientists and engineers in the universe, in his quest to build the perfect droid. He sought out information with a passion that could only be fueled by vengeance.
Just last year, he finished his tour of the academic universe: he has spoken to every expert in A.I. and robotics alive. And his droids are proof: to see one in action is a sight to behold, and to see a team of them is awe-inspiring... unless you are their target. The droids devise strategies with an intelligence that rivals the greatest commanders of all time. They move with a grace and beauty as captivating as a great dancer. And they weild their weapons with a deadly accuracy that puts many bounty hunters to shame. And Droider will let you know about it, too.
He guards the schematics with his life. Many of the design details are stored nowhere but in his brain, to keep his droids from falling into the Empire's hands. To capture one of his droids is an exercise in futility: they have been programmed to self-destruct at the slightest sign of disassembly. Either he or one of his personal manufacturing droids builds every one of the battle droids, from the raw materials up, so even his vendors cannot know the components that go into his legendary droids. Soon his army will be ready.
Never again will Rebels die at the hands of the Empire's machines. Now the playing field has been levelled, and I dare say even reversed. Sure the Empire may possess vast armies of millions of droids, but they are no match for Droider's creations. I have some advice for the Emporor: be afraid. The droid wars are coming.
