Post by Ashi on Aug 6, 2009 15:28:06 GMT -5
Name: Larsan Tarou
Race: Givin [Wiki Link]
Age: 38
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 200 lbs
Appearance:
Like all given, Lersan has a carapace/exoskeleton. This was evolved to defend them from intense gravitational forced resulting in long periods of vacuum on their planet's surface. Despite being very functional, the carapace is rather terrifying to most people. The carapace's strange resemblance to most bipedal species' skeletons makes more people treat him warily.
Most of the time Lersan is clad in the dark robes shown above. While these are simply functional since the grease and grime of his profession aren't as visible on them, this stands out starkly with his exoskeleton. This further emphasis, along with the way he holds his hands away from his body when walking, make his appearance more even more ghastly. His robes are lined with pockets, fitting all kinds of tools, datapads, and devices of other sorts. Once again, this is purely functional, but it tends to make most sentients' minds wander. Pondering what a skeleton is doing with a cordless drill is not exactly the best means of spending time if you like to live out-side a mental institution.
His reputation as a droid technician, however, assuages most of the fear that might grip someone who knows what to expect. It can still be a little unsettling, but his big smile and kind, if slightly indifferent, manners will generally push the remaining fear from someone's mind.
Birth place: Yag'dhul
Occupation: Droid Technician / Mechanic / Owner of Lersan's Droidworks
Rank: N/A
Bio: Lersan had a pretty normal life by givin standards. By the time he could walk he knew basic multiplication. A few short years later, he was fully versed in basic algebraic equations. Before he even turned four, he was already learning the quadratic equations used for a polite greeting in givin society. From the day he was born, mathematics played an important part in his life, much as it played an important part in the lives of all givin.
As he grew, his intellect started to grow as well. Curiosity about the world around him developed, giving him an endlessly curious outlook on life. He asked all the hard questions. "Why are girls shaped differently?", "Where do babies come from?", and the old classic, "Why does our atmosphere go away? Is it mad at me?" This last comment is due to an unusual atmospheric phenomena found on Yag'dhul, the home world of the Givin. There are times when the atmosphere's tidal reaction leaves significant areas of vacuum. The Givin are adapted to survive this, but it still creates questions that are difficult for a young child to understand.
When he was six he entered public schooling, which meant seemingly endless lessons on boring stuff, xenobiology, art, and literature. Lersan honestly cared less about most of it, but the mathematics he ate up, progressing rapidly until his teacher was almost forced into providing him with a special corriculum.
When he turned eight, things started to tone down a bit. His curiosity slowly faded, being replaced by the classic certainty that overly intelligent children have at that age. If his constant barrage of questions had nearly chased his parents out the door, this turn of events left them trying not to laugh against almost impossible odds. There were no additional events of significance between now and his thirteenth year.
At thirteen his interest in droids started to develop. He encountered an interesting protocol droid when out shopping with his mother, and after questioning it incessantly for as long as his mother would let him, he decided that's what he would do. He started paying better attention to the physics of life. How things worked, rather than just ignoring them so long as they did their jobs, and sticking to math. In short order, he had an application for his understanding in mathematics.
Over the next few years, he continually got in trouble. Tearing apart appliances to understand how they worked. Disassembling the family holoviewer in the living room. And even destroying the furnace while trying to figure out how it created the flame that heated the house. Despite causing no end of problems to hit parents, again, he learned an immense amount about the physics behind how stuff worked.
During this time, he even began building a few droid bodies. And that's when he discovered programming. He started spending even more time building himself computers just to run codes so that things would work the way he wanted. He built himself an OS, and a text editor and started his programming career. Unlike the stuff he had learned about the galaxy at large, and occasionally about the other species, code made perfect sense to him. While later he would be able to place these species into context, which would allow him to understand them, (the teachers he encountered rarely spoke at his level. This complicated things for him immensely, sending him down endless loops of circular logic intended for those incapable of understanding the concepts without assistance.) he currently hated the topic, being almost xenophobic in his mannerisms.
With code, unlike even his beloved physics, there was no need to remember how things related to the physical world most of the time, it was simply mathematical instructions. He quickly advanced from the relatively simple code he'd started with, until he was learning how to subvert, bypass, and even reprogram, computers and their defenses.
He started spending all of his free time, even time he should have spent on homework (much to his mother's dismay), coding. Some of his few friends occasionally asked him for help with some devious project, or wanted to receive a perfect score in one class or another. At first he obliged willingly. Until he got caught. That was an interesting conversation. A fifteen year old boy sitting at a table with his parents and the school's principal discussing his changing the grades of nearly a dozen students, including his own, when their teachers didn't recall any of them turning in their homework.
After that and the large number of problems that stemmed from it, he began to focus on more constructive uses of his skill in programming. He stuck with building himself programs and programming his droids. By now his small posse of droids was getting more and more advanced. He started selling his coding skill and even, from time to time, one of the droids he churned out, which allowed him to start buying better parts and make a better end product.
When he was eighteen he left his parent's house to explore their world. Yag'Dhul, interesting a place as it was, was too familiar to him. With the resurgence of his childhood curiosity with programming and mechanics, the familiar just bored him. So he left.
After nearly a year of wandering the galaxy, selling off programs and repair services to obtain capital, he finally ended up on Corellia. It was still a difficult for him to get used to having atmosphere all the time, but on Corellia, the atmosphere was a real treat. The populace was largely rural, and that made the smells of farmland and nature everywhere. The atmosphere was laced with them. There were the scents of people and civilized life still, but the other scents made the atmosphere interesting.
Now almost twenty, he was signed on at a company that made droids for CorSec. His skills increased rapidly building these top-of-the-line units. Everything from protocol droids, to scouts, to battle droids. He built them all. He loved it. Nothing truly new or exciting came his way, however. Sure, there were the occasional advancements in programming or the innovative new thought that came up to accomplish something an older mechanism had done, but there was nothing truly exciting.
One thing of note during his time at this company, is his eventual development of an interest in pistols and knives. These facinations never went anywhere beyond the occasional trip to the range or discussion (between 80 and 90% of melee combat is theory [depending on which style and which master you recieve your training from], the rest is muscle memory/reaction). These facinations, however, did help him to understand the concepts and challenges presented to him when designing and programming droids.
Six years after he joined the contracting firm (now 26), he called it quits. The routine had quickly worn away the novelty of the job. In fact, the routine had even worn away his love of Corellia. This beloved world was spoiled for him now. When he realized this, he left. Hoping to find something new to occupy his mind.
After a bit of puttering around, visiting various worlds and trying to find an interesting place to settle down, Lersan settled on Alderaan. Lersan's first order of business was to create a small, one-man company, located in Crevasse city. Here, he learned of the Alderaanian love of the arts, and began including an artistic sculpting to the armor of every droid he crafted. Whether it was the artistic shaping of the panels, an appealing coat of paint, or both, he discovered an interesting correlation between mathematics and the arts. In time, this resulted in every type of droid he churned out having it's own equation, it's own piece of mathematics tied to it's form and design that made it intriguingly different from all that was introduced from large-scale manufacturers.
Now nearly ten years have passed from his first landing on Alderaan. While not the most famous or well known manufacturer of droids on this world, he is on the list of the top ten. He wasn't known for making a lot of droids, or for making them cheap. But he was known for making every one of the highest quality and giving each an entirely unique appearance. He loved the challenge of making each droid to fit the needs of every individual customer. It was completely unlike his time mass-producing droids for a company or government, it was continually interesting.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 4
Leadership:1
Unarmed: 1
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 4
Alignment: +4
RP Sample: Plug this jumper in here and attach this cable. Plug this there, clip that there and... Lersan pulled back, examining his work one last time. His hand automatically reached up and flipped the toggle switch on his right. Unseen, lights started flickering on the device which housed the switch as it flashed the droid brain with it's programming.
Lersan kept watching, kept monitoring, until the process was done about ten minutes later. He unclipped and unplugged the various wires and cables, setting them aside while he plugged in another cable, this time leading to his datapad.
Hours passed while he poured over the code the brain had received, looking for the slightest error, the slightest glitch. Four times he got up, grabbing huge plates of food and returning to his work, leaving the plates off to the side. Finally, nearly eighteen hours later, he had reached the last line of code. He realized with mild urgency that it was time to care for his body, the machine he continually pushed to it's limits to build other machines.
He stood up and headed to the refresher. Twenty minutes later, his bowels evacuated and his exoskeleton cleaned, he headed to bed. He'd continue working in the morning.
Sometimes I'm amazed what eight point three hours of sleep can do. He thought the next morning, mildly surprised at the ease of his movement. He cleaned himself, ate his ritual 6 eggs and half-pound of bacon, and got started finishing the droid. The next thing was mounting the brain. In this instance, it would be mounted in the chest cavity, with cables leading to the photoreceptors in a small, ellipsoid head-like appendage.
Installing a delicate droid brain is always difficult. Rubbing it against the wrong cord or exposed piece of metal could short one of the delecate and exposed fuses or circuits, resulting in the entire brain having to be scrapped in the short term and replaced, to be repaired later. The repairs were costly and time-comsuming, easily almost twice the man-hours of buying and programming a new brain. This time he had no problems. It didn't take much time to find the various wires, most of which he'd labeled to help out whatever mechanic would take-over after he sold the unit, and plug them into the brain in the appropriate locations.
From there he fired the newly programmed droid up, beginning a verbal discourse to teach the droid various aspects about itself and how it worked. Just because the information about the aspects was available to the droid, it often needed time to learn how and when to use them, things that weren't always fixed by flash-programming. "Hello, Sir, I'm am X10-RA. What may I do for you today?" Lersan smiled. It had recognized the greeting protocols without being asked. Maybe this one won't be the pain in the ass some of these damned protocol droids can. He thought to himself. To the droid he instructed, "Please access the file numbered 2987 and activate the programs within. Add them to your startup processes." These files would give the droid predictive capacity, the ability to "think" for itself and obtain much of it's sentient mimicking mannerisms. "Program activation completed. You are Lersan?" The droid asked, starting to access the file that it had been provided with. The new processes also taught it when to use discresion when talking to sentients, something many popular droid manufacturers never managed to learn (especially in protocol droids).
Perhaps today will result in very little troubleshooting. He thought, after having scheduled nearly three days to run thru whatever bugs and problems might arise from errors in it's programming or assembly. "Yes. I'm Lersan. Please run your diagnostic software. You'll find it under file heading nine. Select the 'level one' option please, and report." The droid paused, virtually all of it's processing power now being dedicated to running the various diagnostics and comparing them to the specifications it should have. "There is a 20 micrometer variance in the actuator in my right forearm, a .8mm variation in the alignment of my optical sensors, a..." the droid continued for nearly a minute, and Lersan took note of everything the droid said. "And finally it seems my batteries are still charging, and I am attached to the local power grid. From it's patterns and variations, I would assume it to be geothermal power."
Lersan grinned. Try teaching a factory build droid that trick! And began the final and mostly unnecessary tweaks to the droids' systems and body, repairing what the droid told him was malfunctioning. I might even manage some free time tonight, and the early delivery will certainly help out around here.
Notes: There are points in time which are skipped. This is because no events of significance beyond that which is implied (i.e. he goes to school. He goes to work. etc.) happen. In these circumstances an overview of events is generally provided.
Please also note that these overviews and generalities are often located before the time skips. This should help you understand many of the quirky mannerisms in this bio.
Race: Givin [Wiki Link]
Age: 38
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 200 lbs
Appearance:
Like all given, Lersan has a carapace/exoskeleton. This was evolved to defend them from intense gravitational forced resulting in long periods of vacuum on their planet's surface. Despite being very functional, the carapace is rather terrifying to most people. The carapace's strange resemblance to most bipedal species' skeletons makes more people treat him warily.
Most of the time Lersan is clad in the dark robes shown above. While these are simply functional since the grease and grime of his profession aren't as visible on them, this stands out starkly with his exoskeleton. This further emphasis, along with the way he holds his hands away from his body when walking, make his appearance more even more ghastly. His robes are lined with pockets, fitting all kinds of tools, datapads, and devices of other sorts. Once again, this is purely functional, but it tends to make most sentients' minds wander. Pondering what a skeleton is doing with a cordless drill is not exactly the best means of spending time if you like to live out-side a mental institution.
His reputation as a droid technician, however, assuages most of the fear that might grip someone who knows what to expect. It can still be a little unsettling, but his big smile and kind, if slightly indifferent, manners will generally push the remaining fear from someone's mind.
Birth place: Yag'dhul
Occupation: Droid Technician / Mechanic / Owner of Lersan's Droidworks
Rank: N/A
Bio: Lersan had a pretty normal life by givin standards. By the time he could walk he knew basic multiplication. A few short years later, he was fully versed in basic algebraic equations. Before he even turned four, he was already learning the quadratic equations used for a polite greeting in givin society. From the day he was born, mathematics played an important part in his life, much as it played an important part in the lives of all givin.
As he grew, his intellect started to grow as well. Curiosity about the world around him developed, giving him an endlessly curious outlook on life. He asked all the hard questions. "Why are girls shaped differently?", "Where do babies come from?", and the old classic, "Why does our atmosphere go away? Is it mad at me?" This last comment is due to an unusual atmospheric phenomena found on Yag'dhul, the home world of the Givin. There are times when the atmosphere's tidal reaction leaves significant areas of vacuum. The Givin are adapted to survive this, but it still creates questions that are difficult for a young child to understand.
When he was six he entered public schooling, which meant seemingly endless lessons on boring stuff, xenobiology, art, and literature. Lersan honestly cared less about most of it, but the mathematics he ate up, progressing rapidly until his teacher was almost forced into providing him with a special corriculum.
When he turned eight, things started to tone down a bit. His curiosity slowly faded, being replaced by the classic certainty that overly intelligent children have at that age. If his constant barrage of questions had nearly chased his parents out the door, this turn of events left them trying not to laugh against almost impossible odds. There were no additional events of significance between now and his thirteenth year.
At thirteen his interest in droids started to develop. He encountered an interesting protocol droid when out shopping with his mother, and after questioning it incessantly for as long as his mother would let him, he decided that's what he would do. He started paying better attention to the physics of life. How things worked, rather than just ignoring them so long as they did their jobs, and sticking to math. In short order, he had an application for his understanding in mathematics.
Over the next few years, he continually got in trouble. Tearing apart appliances to understand how they worked. Disassembling the family holoviewer in the living room. And even destroying the furnace while trying to figure out how it created the flame that heated the house. Despite causing no end of problems to hit parents, again, he learned an immense amount about the physics behind how stuff worked.
During this time, he even began building a few droid bodies. And that's when he discovered programming. He started spending even more time building himself computers just to run codes so that things would work the way he wanted. He built himself an OS, and a text editor and started his programming career. Unlike the stuff he had learned about the galaxy at large, and occasionally about the other species, code made perfect sense to him. While later he would be able to place these species into context, which would allow him to understand them, (the teachers he encountered rarely spoke at his level. This complicated things for him immensely, sending him down endless loops of circular logic intended for those incapable of understanding the concepts without assistance.) he currently hated the topic, being almost xenophobic in his mannerisms.
With code, unlike even his beloved physics, there was no need to remember how things related to the physical world most of the time, it was simply mathematical instructions. He quickly advanced from the relatively simple code he'd started with, until he was learning how to subvert, bypass, and even reprogram, computers and their defenses.
He started spending all of his free time, even time he should have spent on homework (much to his mother's dismay), coding. Some of his few friends occasionally asked him for help with some devious project, or wanted to receive a perfect score in one class or another. At first he obliged willingly. Until he got caught. That was an interesting conversation. A fifteen year old boy sitting at a table with his parents and the school's principal discussing his changing the grades of nearly a dozen students, including his own, when their teachers didn't recall any of them turning in their homework.
After that and the large number of problems that stemmed from it, he began to focus on more constructive uses of his skill in programming. He stuck with building himself programs and programming his droids. By now his small posse of droids was getting more and more advanced. He started selling his coding skill and even, from time to time, one of the droids he churned out, which allowed him to start buying better parts and make a better end product.
When he was eighteen he left his parent's house to explore their world. Yag'Dhul, interesting a place as it was, was too familiar to him. With the resurgence of his childhood curiosity with programming and mechanics, the familiar just bored him. So he left.
After nearly a year of wandering the galaxy, selling off programs and repair services to obtain capital, he finally ended up on Corellia. It was still a difficult for him to get used to having atmosphere all the time, but on Corellia, the atmosphere was a real treat. The populace was largely rural, and that made the smells of farmland and nature everywhere. The atmosphere was laced with them. There were the scents of people and civilized life still, but the other scents made the atmosphere interesting.
Now almost twenty, he was signed on at a company that made droids for CorSec. His skills increased rapidly building these top-of-the-line units. Everything from protocol droids, to scouts, to battle droids. He built them all. He loved it. Nothing truly new or exciting came his way, however. Sure, there were the occasional advancements in programming or the innovative new thought that came up to accomplish something an older mechanism had done, but there was nothing truly exciting.
One thing of note during his time at this company, is his eventual development of an interest in pistols and knives. These facinations never went anywhere beyond the occasional trip to the range or discussion (between 80 and 90% of melee combat is theory [depending on which style and which master you recieve your training from], the rest is muscle memory/reaction). These facinations, however, did help him to understand the concepts and challenges presented to him when designing and programming droids.
Six years after he joined the contracting firm (now 26), he called it quits. The routine had quickly worn away the novelty of the job. In fact, the routine had even worn away his love of Corellia. This beloved world was spoiled for him now. When he realized this, he left. Hoping to find something new to occupy his mind.
After a bit of puttering around, visiting various worlds and trying to find an interesting place to settle down, Lersan settled on Alderaan. Lersan's first order of business was to create a small, one-man company, located in Crevasse city. Here, he learned of the Alderaanian love of the arts, and began including an artistic sculpting to the armor of every droid he crafted. Whether it was the artistic shaping of the panels, an appealing coat of paint, or both, he discovered an interesting correlation between mathematics and the arts. In time, this resulted in every type of droid he churned out having it's own equation, it's own piece of mathematics tied to it's form and design that made it intriguingly different from all that was introduced from large-scale manufacturers.
Now nearly ten years have passed from his first landing on Alderaan. While not the most famous or well known manufacturer of droids on this world, he is on the list of the top ten. He wasn't known for making a lot of droids, or for making them cheap. But he was known for making every one of the highest quality and giving each an entirely unique appearance. He loved the challenge of making each droid to fit the needs of every individual customer. It was completely unlike his time mass-producing droids for a company or government, it was continually interesting.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 4
Leadership:1
Unarmed: 1
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 4
Alignment: +4
RP Sample: Plug this jumper in here and attach this cable. Plug this there, clip that there and... Lersan pulled back, examining his work one last time. His hand automatically reached up and flipped the toggle switch on his right. Unseen, lights started flickering on the device which housed the switch as it flashed the droid brain with it's programming.
Lersan kept watching, kept monitoring, until the process was done about ten minutes later. He unclipped and unplugged the various wires and cables, setting them aside while he plugged in another cable, this time leading to his datapad.
Hours passed while he poured over the code the brain had received, looking for the slightest error, the slightest glitch. Four times he got up, grabbing huge plates of food and returning to his work, leaving the plates off to the side. Finally, nearly eighteen hours later, he had reached the last line of code. He realized with mild urgency that it was time to care for his body, the machine he continually pushed to it's limits to build other machines.
He stood up and headed to the refresher. Twenty minutes later, his bowels evacuated and his exoskeleton cleaned, he headed to bed. He'd continue working in the morning.
Sometimes I'm amazed what eight point three hours of sleep can do. He thought the next morning, mildly surprised at the ease of his movement. He cleaned himself, ate his ritual 6 eggs and half-pound of bacon, and got started finishing the droid. The next thing was mounting the brain. In this instance, it would be mounted in the chest cavity, with cables leading to the photoreceptors in a small, ellipsoid head-like appendage.
Installing a delicate droid brain is always difficult. Rubbing it against the wrong cord or exposed piece of metal could short one of the delecate and exposed fuses or circuits, resulting in the entire brain having to be scrapped in the short term and replaced, to be repaired later. The repairs were costly and time-comsuming, easily almost twice the man-hours of buying and programming a new brain. This time he had no problems. It didn't take much time to find the various wires, most of which he'd labeled to help out whatever mechanic would take-over after he sold the unit, and plug them into the brain in the appropriate locations.
From there he fired the newly programmed droid up, beginning a verbal discourse to teach the droid various aspects about itself and how it worked. Just because the information about the aspects was available to the droid, it often needed time to learn how and when to use them, things that weren't always fixed by flash-programming. "Hello, Sir, I'm am X10-RA. What may I do for you today?" Lersan smiled. It had recognized the greeting protocols without being asked. Maybe this one won't be the pain in the ass some of these damned protocol droids can. He thought to himself. To the droid he instructed, "Please access the file numbered 2987 and activate the programs within. Add them to your startup processes." These files would give the droid predictive capacity, the ability to "think" for itself and obtain much of it's sentient mimicking mannerisms. "Program activation completed. You are Lersan?" The droid asked, starting to access the file that it had been provided with. The new processes also taught it when to use discresion when talking to sentients, something many popular droid manufacturers never managed to learn (especially in protocol droids).
Perhaps today will result in very little troubleshooting. He thought, after having scheduled nearly three days to run thru whatever bugs and problems might arise from errors in it's programming or assembly. "Yes. I'm Lersan. Please run your diagnostic software. You'll find it under file heading nine. Select the 'level one' option please, and report." The droid paused, virtually all of it's processing power now being dedicated to running the various diagnostics and comparing them to the specifications it should have. "There is a 20 micrometer variance in the actuator in my right forearm, a .8mm variation in the alignment of my optical sensors, a..." the droid continued for nearly a minute, and Lersan took note of everything the droid said. "And finally it seems my batteries are still charging, and I am attached to the local power grid. From it's patterns and variations, I would assume it to be geothermal power."
Lersan grinned. Try teaching a factory build droid that trick! And began the final and mostly unnecessary tweaks to the droids' systems and body, repairing what the droid told him was malfunctioning. I might even manage some free time tonight, and the early delivery will certainly help out around here.
Notes: There are points in time which are skipped. This is because no events of significance beyond that which is implied (i.e. he goes to school. He goes to work. etc.) happen. In these circumstances an overview of events is generally provided.
Please also note that these overviews and generalities are often located before the time skips. This should help you understand many of the quirky mannerisms in this bio.
