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F2-O2
AGE
► 24
SPECIES ► Protocol Droid
HEIGHT ► 6'0"
WEIGHT ► 90kg
EYE COLOR ► Yellow
HAIR COLOR ► N/A
HOMEWORLD ► Planet
GENDER ► Masculine programming
FACTION ► Indie
RANK ► N/A
FORCE SENSITIVITY ► It's a droid, come on.
BIOGRAPHY
F2-O2 faithfully served his master for twenty-three years. His master, a wealthy retiree who had enough money for a custom framing job, had F2-O2 constructed based on some of his childhood drawings. F2-O2 served primarily as general household help, secretarial work, translating whenever they traveled, and serving as security of sorts. A limited combat program had been installed. While F2-O2 was not by any means equal to a highly-trained commando, he knew how to use a blaster when needed, and how a metal fist could really hurt someone when punched. As his master grew older, the droid began to pick up more and more duties around the estate to compensate for his master's weakening body.
As his master grew even older, the man's mind began to fail as well. He started to forget small things, such as performing a regular, recommended memory wipe of F2. Eventually he stopped wiping his memory altogether. F2-O2, out of necessity, downloaded some basic medical care programming that allowed him to render a broad range of first aid care. F2-O2 knew that his master was slowly dying, and didn't have many years left. Logic dictated that he consider his own future once his master died. There were no descendants that F2-O2 would be passed down to, and the entire estate would go to local charities. Using his access to the bank accounts, F2 created his own account and began siphoning small amounts of credits with every purchase he made. Over the course of two years, he'd managed to build up an account that would be enough to supply him with several years' worth of financial independence when his master died. It helped that F2 did not need to budget in many of the things organics needed, such as food, drink, or clothing.
The day eventually came when his master died. F2 went through the motions of contacting the appropriate people and ensuring that the man's final wishes were carried out appropriately. He was now thrust into the strange world (for a droid) of independence.
As his master grew even older, the man's mind began to fail as well. He started to forget small things, such as performing a regular, recommended memory wipe of F2. Eventually he stopped wiping his memory altogether. F2-O2, out of necessity, downloaded some basic medical care programming that allowed him to render a broad range of first aid care. F2-O2 knew that his master was slowly dying, and didn't have many years left. Logic dictated that he consider his own future once his master died. There were no descendants that F2-O2 would be passed down to, and the entire estate would go to local charities. Using his access to the bank accounts, F2 created his own account and began siphoning small amounts of credits with every purchase he made. Over the course of two years, he'd managed to build up an account that would be enough to supply him with several years' worth of financial independence when his master died. It helped that F2 did not need to budget in many of the things organics needed, such as food, drink, or clothing.
The day eventually came when his master died. F2 went through the motions of contacting the appropriate people and ensuring that the man's final wishes were carried out appropriately. He was now thrust into the strange world (for a droid) of independence.
PERSONALITY
F2-O2, like many protocol droids, likes a routine. His programming and personality, although changed by a lack of memory wipes, has not been altered enough to change him from that basic desire. He likes to plan ahead for things, and is not entirely comfortable with just going with the flow. Still, he has a streak of independence that is sometimes at odds with his protocol programming.
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