- Joined
- Oct 19, 2016
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Personality
The best way to describe Deez is that he's a wild card, nobody truly knows where he is loyalty lies and neither does he, his loyalty could change on a dime if it means a better opportunity for him and his survival or if something goes against his code that he only knows. he doesn't care whose toes he steps on as long as he gets what he wants.
Deez's philosophy of life is based on an affirmation of life and living one's life to the fullest. his love for cantinas is due to their merry and relaxed atmosphere, even in the face of unpleasant things happening in the outside world. Thus, the cantinas' good humour and everlasting peals of laughter remain impervious to any conflict in the galaxy. What matters, according to Deez, are results, not dispositions, be it cheerful or despondent. It does not really matter if we choose to be humorous and carefree when tackling menacing and perilous situations. There is absolutely nothing wrong with enjoying the life when the times are dire.
A consequence of becoming Droid is when he's rebooted most his memory are wiped and what few memories that are left behind are rearranged and obscured. Deez refers to these memories as like a deck of cards being reshuffled. At first, he attempted to forget, to Leave the itch unscratched. he eventually came to the conclusion that you gotta play the hand you're dealt.
Background
"Mygeeto. No, someplace else. Someplace colder.
This planet has been almost completely converted, a sarcophagus of ice and iron.
Stone towers rung round with glaciers, rooted deep within a heart of snow.
I came here flesh and bone. Gave everything to the ice.
Started over.
Rebooted." journal entry remembering a fragment of his transition.
After the successful transition and several tests to make sure everything went over smoothly, he was reassigned to the chief research facility on Scarif know as the Academy, The centre for Czerka research. Once again he was running security for the corporation. he was the security chief for a high-level clearance lab. it's here he fell in love with the beautiful lead researcher, Dr.Mara Sundaresh; this happening over few years. his love goes unnoticed by her. in fact, she is in love with another researcher who is separated from her as well. Darjaz doesn't ever confess his love for her but he does hold onto what memories he has of her with particular zeal.
"The coast is different, beautiful and unbroken and timeless. It teems with new life. Every big brain in the galaxy has their sights on the Academy.
And me? I'm there for her. Dr Mara Sundaresh. She's poured into the research, on the brink of another breakthrough, focused on devouring every new data point. Brilliant. Driven. Beautiful. I can see her so clearly. Dark hair split into smoothed, shimmering strands fanning over her forehead. Gray irises blooming as she looks up from her work to see me standing there beside her.
Realigning . . .
No, She doesn't know me at all, doesn't even recognize my face even though I've been standing over her shoulder for months. I'm nothing more than a fixture, a required imposition. An unwanted necessity.
I'm no egghead. Never was. Just like now, back then I was on a need to know basis, and the only thing I need to know is that nothing and nobody gets through that door and past me without at least three layers of security clearance and a whole lot of muscle.
Still. I think about saying something. Saying anything. In a second my mind rifles through a trillion possibilities.
But she's already turned back to her work. I shuffle my feet, straighten my back, and return to mine." journal entry remembering Dr Mara Sundaresh.
Throughout most of Darjaz life was an avid gambler, never really getting into any debt that couldn't pay off That was until he was shipped back Corellian. he got a bit overzealous in his confidence at a game of Sabaac and lady luck decided not to favour him that day, he lost a lot of money more than he could pay off to the gang that owned. they gave him a month to get the credits together. two weeks in he realises he can't pay the debt and figured he could run before they caught wind of his plan. They were already watching his every move and quickly caught on. Ambushing him in a back alley hitting him with ion blaster causing his system to go haywire and him collapsing to the floor disabled but very much still 'conscious'. As the thugs picked him up to his they taunted tell him all the horrible thing they were going to do. then a flash of light and then he collapses, they all collapse.
"I was walking down a street, no wait it was an ally. I hear a noise, I turn drawing my pistol. whatever it hits me before I can level my pistol. Doesn't matter. Tendrils of pain crawl over my sprawled fingers, my outstretched arms, my shoulder, my neck my screaming mouth as it consumes. My systems go sideways, everything but my sensors. They want me to witness this. The world turns to a blinding light. I collapse. We all collapse." journal entry remembering his last moments of his former self.
next thing he wakes up in the ship of a bounty with no memory of what he is or where he came from. ever since he's wandered the galaxy and getting himself into much mischief as he can and the rest is history.
Skills and Abilities
over his long career of jobs, he has picked up many skills. First and foremost is his skill with a blaster, he may not be the sharpest tool in the box but he certainly knows how to draw blaster quickly and how to win a gunfight which has saved his hide more times than he cares to admit. he also has taken up knife throwing discovering 'A knife, thrown just right, can accomplish wonderful things.'
Sometimes he likes to call himself an 'archaeologist' what he really means is that he's tomb raider and sells what he finds, but there is a grain of truth to it he's pretty good researching his target but that research mostly consists of finding how to get in and what inside worth stealing. Arms dealing is his main passion with him having several caches of weapons hide across various systems in the galaxy. Most of his skills major skill, such as Armstech, after years of selling, trading and disabling weapons you tend to pick up a thing to. so he began to modify weapons starting his own blaster pistol and know he occasionally makes his weapons designs. that he sells but he mostly makes custom weapons for people
Possessions
- His [SURL='http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/index.php?threads/stalker-armour.75584/']armour [/SURL] with Grappling hook
- A [SURL='http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/index.php?threads/xpc-71.64975/']XPC-71[/SURL] with 3 power packs
- A [SURL='https://cdn.thingiverse.com/renders/c1/9f/ab/0e/4a/98f898fa9154a8ab1c16fd99d2ffead2_preview_featured.jpg']custom [/SURL][SURL='http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/index.php?threads/rxa-310-thunderbuster.72250/']RXA-310[/SURL], with 3 power packs.
- A [SURL='http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/index.php?threads/md-12-shotgun-blaster.68362/']MD-12 Shotgun Blaster[/SURL] with 5 power packs.
- 2x [SURL='http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/index.php?threads/mk-3-pyrotechnic-munitions-device-firespray.64580/']MK3 Pyrotechnic Munitions Device "Firespray"[/SURL], 2x [SURL='http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/index.php?threads/mz-99-smack-down-grenade.69551/']MZ-99 “Smack Down” Grenade[/SURL], 2x thermal detonators
- A [SURL='http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/index.php?threads/halo-class-transport.69286/']Halo-Class Transport[/SURL], named the Blade dancer.
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