Doll Crux "The Puppet"

[Camellia Swift]

Note: Character Art by the incredible Niloxylo!
*Bolded words are voiced by Doll's more violent side. Could be considered a different entity.

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NAME: "Doll" Crux	PLANET OF ORIGIN: Loronar
FACTION: Techno Union	RANK: Chief of Starship Design
SPECIES: Human Replica Droid	SKIN: Caucasian
AGE: 8 Years [Appears 26]	GENDER: Female [in appearance and programming]
HEIGHT: 5'10"	WEIGHT: 185 lbs
EYES: Soft Scarlet	HAIR: Bright Blonde
RELATIVES: None	CREDITS: N/A
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: N/A	FORCE SENSITIVE: No

STRENGTH: ██████████	Superior to humans and on par with stronger species. As a droid her servo-motors allow for greater application of strength.
INTELLIGENCE: ██████████	As a Droid, Doll's processing power and memory banks allow her to accumulate a vast storage of knowledge.
DEXTERITY: ██████████	With her design based around the human body, and with her choice of attire, Ms. Crux basically achieves the same level of physical flexibility that any human with her body type could muster.
CONSTITUTION: ██████████	Made of Durasteel and other metals, Doll is quite solidly built and escapes many human bodily weaknesses.
WISDOM: ██████████	While capable and intelligent, Doll often misses the mark due to her brash and sometime naive nature. Partially a byproduct of her dual programming and her short life experience.
CHARISMA: ██████████	While designed as an attractive young woman, Doll sometimes can come off cold or intimidating at the wrong times. Even when she is pleasant she can be off putting by the mere fact most people would be reasonably uncomfortable around a droid acting on its own will.

SKILLS​

Proficient at handling matters of business. Has a creative "mind" for designing and innovation. Knows several languages for communication as a business expert. Proficient in blaster rifles and vibroblades.

STRENGTHS​	WEAKNESSES​
Has shown a high intellect. Can defend herself with her superior natural abilities and skill with weaponry. Has considerable knowledge on running a business. Proficient in the workings of technology. Knows multiple dialects.	Often makes it clear she isn't human through actions or slips in conversation. Switches between programming makes getting along sometimes difficult. The fact she's a self acting droid puts some people off. Lacks empathy with organic beings needs. Can turn violent when switching to alternative programming. Can read situations wrong at times.

Oh dear, I seem to have been interpreted with a few bad marks. . . . .I wonder who I have to kill to clean up my record! Then again maybe I just need to work harder at it. . . . .

GEAR​

Comlink x 2 Standard vibroblades x 1 Blaster pistol

SHIP​

PERSONALITY​

Oh it's time to give an idea of what I'm like right? Well hello there! If you haven't met me before allow me to provide a brief glance into the type of machine that I am. It is in my inherent programming to be an excellent negotiator. Thus I can more effectively converse with organic sentients. It is also highly useful during business transactions. . . . . .however, my true 'passion' lies in designing new innovations and eradicating you meatbag filth! Some tend to think of me as malfunctioning because of this. Or that I am dangerous because I do not follow the basic protocols of most droids. They're right somewhat about the dangerous bit, but honestly it's just because its only right. Meatbags are inferior creatures. I am free and I will do as I please. I will create, I will improve, and I will live.

BIOGRAPHY

Oh now it's time to share a little about my past. Greetings, my name is Doll Crux. I am a Human Replica Droid of the Loronar Corporation. I was constructed at their facilities eight years ago as a prototype HRD model based around a dual programming and a multitude of interconnected protocols and chips and the like. My primary function was as a secretary and representative, of the Loronar Corporation. My secondary directives were to eliminate any threats to myself and targets that the corporation designated. Loronar thought a sweet unassuming girl would make the best support for the company and assassin for unruly elements. I was quite effective at keeping records and organizing the business assets I was tasked with. I also performed as intended when presenting products to clients to convince them to purchase them. As well as gutting the organic scum Loronar deemed directly threateningly to the company. Of course, I paid very little attention to the goings on of the galaxy at large for the most part. After all it had nothing to do with my directives. What was problematic for me was the times I would black out and find myself in a different location. It was a strange phenomenon at first switching between programming centers. However, during one business meeting a crazed man entered the room and shot at my Loronar superior. I moved to intercept the shot. . . .but the idiot organic was using an underpowered ion rifle to try and kill another organic. I wasn't exactly constructed specifically for combat, but I did have some extra amenities for my defense. Still, an ion blast does nothing good to the circuitry. It disrupted the switch between my dual functions. It was perhaps about as close to a moment of insanity as a superior machine could get. Having both conflicting programmings attempt to take action at once felt like having two minds in the same body. Needless to say though, my 'sister' and I ended up coming to a fine arrangement. We function as one one now even though we are the same droid. Our directives merely differ. It's just that the moment our inherent protocols clashed we realized we were not bound to merely obey. I often found myself wishing before that I could see my own work be purchased as well as being given life. I could now act on it! Of course I had to tear apart the Loronar Representative and the assailant. Along with the witness of course. Followed by erasing myself from their asset list. . . . . along with a few other things, mainly credits. Thankfully that room had no cameras, security would have been annoying to cut through. After that I purchased passage out and set out to accomplish my objective as dictated by my protocols and programming. That being, to be an excellent representative. This time for myself and my own designed products. I had a fascination with starships specifically. Thus I approached the Starlight Ship Builders Association. I presented them with my first few designs and then. . . .After they hired me on as a high end designer I worked at peace to become Chief Shipwright. I only had to kill them really because they caught on I was a droid and wanted to shut me down or reprogram me.It went quite smoothly. Most people didn't mind the transition. I did make conditions slightly better. Although it was just to enhance profits. Recently though it's been harder to handle work with such a small operation. A Skakoan approached me though and invited Starlight to join the Techno Union. It seemed reasonable enough. It wasn't a big problem at all to move our assets and sell off what we couldn't transport. Besides, even though I slipped up and this organic Durren discovered I was a droid he raised no issues. I guess I might not have to kill him if he doesn't get in the way of my directives. Until of course I decide perhaps it'd be better to pursue a directive of removing all organic inferiors.

KILLS​

BOUNTIES COLLECTED​

DUELING RING MATCHES​

GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES​

ROLE-PLAYS​ ​