Post by Jack on Feb 14, 2009 2:03:05 GMT -5
Name: Thadeus T. Saxon
Race: Arkanian
Age: 80
Height: 5'0
Weight: 100 Lbs
Appearance:
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Like that but with the chalk white hair and pure white eye's that Arkanians have
Birth place: Arkania
Occupation: Scientist *Cybernetics and Biology*/Droid Designer/President of Genesis
Rank: He is president of a corporation divided into three sections. Section one is devoted to the development of all types of droids to be sold privately to individuals and contracted out privately by any group or military. The second section is a genetic research facility that operates the same way the first one does, although it is generally contracted out by health offices or the military. The third section works in cybernetics and while it was recently released for public use, it has been used by different military factions since the company began. While he himself is the president of the corporation he tends to get involved in the contracts picked up if they peak his interest.
Bio:
Born 80 years ago to a pair of scientists on the planet of Arkadia.
His mother a leading expert in the field of robotic droid design for the military and his father a pioneer in biology for a humane society looking to cure terminal diseases. Thadeus grew up in a house of moral confusion, his father always telling him to do the right thing and put others before himself. Yet on the same hand his mother taught him that a person has to live life for themselves and that other people can take care of themselves. Quite the dilemma for him even as a small child, pondering simple things such as sharing his toys and giving others help with there homework. His early education was similar to that of all the children from Arkania, being heavily based in science with little regard for much else. It was a perfect fit for the child who naturally excelled in the field and thanks to his parents had been raised around it.
Always ahead of his class, the precocious kid would constantly speed past the other children in his class. Due to his small size however he was constantly bullied by the bigger classmates. Easily half a foot shorter then an average Arkanian his age. The bullying itself was probably less then that of someone on a planet not devoted to the sciences, that however didn't make it any easier for him. Once in high school he became very reclusive to those around him, spending obscene amounts of time locked in his room, the family lab or the school facilities working on experiments of his own. They were nothing ground breaking to society but for someone his age they were epic to have been completed. Things like college level utility droids, homemade cybernetic prosthetics and small scale artificial intelligence.
School was easy and boring for Thadeus and so when he found out he was graduating two years early he was ecstatically happy. His credits were much higher then necessary thanks to him taking four extra classes in science and high school level robotics each year.
Breaking out of his reclusive shell due to all the attention he would receive for his inventions, the prodigy would grow a massive superiority complex and bask in the public eye simply to show off his talents. Not only that but due to his renown through the science community for a laundry list of demonstrations and awards, he had been recruited by the Arkanian School Of Scientific Advancement. It was like heaven for him there, triple majoring in Robotics, Cybernetics and Genetics, he had never been happier in his life.
It was during this time that he grew the most personality wise. Constantly in the limelight due to his scientific discoveries, he not only brought an immense amount of publicity to the school but gained near immunity from expulsion because of it. Keeping this in mind the genius turned con artist would use his vast intelligence to trick people out of there money, doing fake assignments for them in turn for cash. With all the fame he had garnered and the school showering him in praise there was very little the swindled students could do to gain justice. Although not making much money it was these years that helped push the morally confused child to the darker side of the spectrum. Moving on from selling fake papers to conducting experiments on live animals he was steadily becoming more comfortable forgoing his morals in the pursuit of money and prestige.
The class load was incredibly hard even for him but the young genius managed to graduate with a 4.0 and valedictorian honors, opting out of graduating early to take advantage and learn more. Although he was offered many different jobs in each of his fields, his passion at this point was learning, which motivated him to stay in school for much longer. Nearly twenty more years after he initially finished his bachelors degree. He spent all of this extra time to procure three doctorates in his three favorite fields, robotics, genetics and cybernetics.
Not much time was left on the side for anything sort of studying, experimenting and managing to make money one devious way or another. It was during these years he would create more dangerous droids and hold other students up for money while in disguise. Even going as far as robbing several people on the street. Despite his academic genius and numerous accolades and awards, money was tight and he had to do anything necessary to procure the money he needed. It was hard to tell the line sometimes though between what was done to get by in school and what was done out of sheer greed. Eventually however he would graduate the academy with the final PHD he needed.
At forty four years of age he took up his first job at a cybernetic research facility known as Avagenic on the gas world of Bespin. They were on the cutting edge of all things cybernetic, which meant genetics and robotics would be playing a huge role in it, his perfect job. Hired to be chief of research and development, it would be his job to craft and create the cybernetic masterpieces that the company was known for. Some of his marvelous creations during his lifespan there were a cybernetic heart that far surpassed the one in use at the time, countless brain implant package breakthroughs allowing the republics soldiers longer lifespan, increased strength and stamina, amount other benefits and developing special body aesthetics that allowed weapons to be put directly into soldiers at the cost of a limb or two.
Nothing however was as monumental as his final creation before leaving the company. It was known as Experiment CLS-233x-LF2-s3B or Sylbia as Thadeus had dubbed her. Her creation was groundbreaking, the first creation of sentient life outside of natural birth. It had nearly taken him a year of complete research and development, risking his job and future to complete. Gathering data from homeless sentients he brought into the labs and later experimented on. Starting by adding cybernetics to their already fully formed and developed bodies until they died or rejected the implants. It would take countless attempts at cybernetic rebuild phase before he had gathered enough research to construct her himself. Once he began he knew he wouldn't be able to stop till she was completed, she would be the masterwork in his repertoire of creations.
Filled with pride and happiness, Thadeus knew that this monumental creation was not only a mark of his genius but a sign that he had come as far as he was going to go with Avagenic. At the age of sixty and following twenty years of dedicated work with Avagenic he left the corporation to form his own company. Using a majority of the money he had gained working in the lucrative private sector he would open Genesis Inc, a corporation specializing in the research and creation of things related to droids, genetics and cybernetics, centered on the incredibly active planet of Coruscant.
His departure was for several reasons all at least slightly connected. The first and foremost was his desire to be in the spotlight and while he could shine as a researcher for Avagenic, nothing would propel him into fame and money like owning his own company. Another reason was that Avagenic was beginning to get suspicious of his more seedy research an while they had turned a blind eye to alot of his darker experiments, it was getting to hot for them to continue keeping there mouth shut. Finally he wanted to get off the god forsaken world of Bespin and back onto a solid planet.
Booming onto the science scene it would receive a large number requests from military forces and private labs as well as medical facilities. Times were great and became even greater when Avagenic went under investigation and eventually closed down, leaving Genesis the majority of it's clientele. With nothing but small scale labs to compete with, Genesis would see nothing but pure prosperity in the field of legitimate science. This was until the unthinkable happened, struck with a debilitating brain cancer Thadeus was rendered in a weakened and nearly dead state. Although scared for his own life, the constant researcher would use his upcoming brain surgery to test out his own personal creation.
Codenamed Project Rapture, it was a device known as the trans-neural override circuit. If successful it would allow him to gain control of and operate anything that had a similar but different circuit known as Project Purgatory. In essence it allowed him to control and operate beings with purgatory circuitry in there brain. Special optical wiring would plug into the back of his eyes from the circuit that would allow him to see through there eyes, changing his pale white eyes to a haunting ice blue when the device was active.
It was an incredibly dangerous and risky procedure, but with his life already on the line and willing to do anything in the name of science, he went through with the procedure. Briefing his top scientists and doctors on the procedure before hand, he had a fleet of his best staff doing the operation that would last nearly fifty hours straight. After it was all finished his body entered a coma for a month, the doctors although worried couldn't do much as his body was stable. Eventually he would wake up, happy to see he was alive there was still two things he needed to know.
The first thing he did was make sure his cancer had been completely cleared out, which it had. The second thing was test out project Rapture, a much more difficult task. Hand crafting a small test droid out of a few things lying around, it would appear like a poor child's junk bot, yet held within the droids thin aluminum head was a multi million dollar piece of equipment. Filled with hope Thadeus sat in front of the droid and attempted to access the part of his brain that Rapture.
At first there was no success, his entire being would be filled with a sense of failure, yet he would not give up. Spending countless nights sleeplessly attempting to utilize the device, after awhile it looked quite hopeless. By chance one day however, while experimenting with devices that effect focus, he was deep in a meditative state. It was then that his vision suddenly flashed away and instead he was seeing the inside of a small room. Not sure what was going on he ran around for a moment, yet something felt strange, he wasn't in his own body. It felt as though he was only two feet tall and upon examining his little robotic hands it suddenly hit him, he was in the conscious of the junk bot. After further research into it he discovered that the ability to switch was triggered with deep thought.
Time would pass, a few years or so before his corporation had really hit it big. Being constantly listed as one of the most powerful corporations in the galaxy and he himself propelled to celebrity status for his creations. All this would really do however is give him the type of blanket he needed to truly be free of societies moral standards. Using his vast amount of wealth and political influence the corporate tycoon would finally delve into the darkest things possible, completing his growth from morally torn young child to ethic less greed monger. With his company as a front he would create new and powerful drugs, sell military grade weapons, medical supplies and cybernetic equipment to radical groups and mercenaries. Even going as far as to gain a key hand in some of the biggest sentient slavery rings known to the galaxy.
The twenty years that spanned from then to now would be filled with him signing off on darker deeds then most could imagine with little thought given to those it affected. His moral code following one key rule and that was "whatever brings home the credits." This meant that anything that gave him a profit was fine enough. This wasn't all that filled the two decade gap however as he would also spend countless nights fine tuning his control of Rapture. Learning to put himself into the deep focus that was necessary to plug into one of the many droids that now held his Purgatory equipment in there CPU. Although he would never master the ability to control more then one droid at a time, he did gain a masterful control of whichever one he was using. Learning to navigate through their programming while in their heads he would gain whatever knowledge and skills they had while in them. These talents vanished when he returned to his own body to his dismay.
Now at the age of 80 he is far from ready to retire, in fact in his mind he is just getting started and see's limitless potential in the type of scum that has recently revealed itself in the galaxy. Not only that but he finds that the more time that passes and the more life he spends in the consciousness of droids, the less he relates or even cares about human life. Now simply viewing them as he views his droids, expendable resources that have their own little purpose but when that purpose is met, they should be terminated just as a robot would be.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 1
Intelligence: 10
Speed: 1
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 1
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 1
Alignment: -4
RP Sample:
Rain trickled down the outside window, it had been storming all week and didn't look at though it was gonna die down anytime soon. Sitting in a large leather chair in his office on the 127th floor of the Genesis building, Mr. Saxon was watching his monitors. The room had a gritty atmosphere yet smokey smooth like that of holodrama detective show when the main character would go into the lounge. Lightning flashed repeatedly outside, yet he showed no alarm, merely staring at his monitors. One would ask what he was staring at, but if you could see the screens it would become well apparent. Thieves were attempting to break into his high security building, who they were wasn't certain. It could be Czerka hired thieves to steal his companies secrets, angry militias trying to procure some better gear or just really skilled sneak thieves trying to make a big score of Mr. Saxons company. Oh how stupid they must have been to try and rob him, how stupid indeed.
Capturing all that they were doing on film, he could easily have his security capture them and turn the villains over to the police. But where would the fun be in that. You see these particular moonlighters weren't going to be making out of this building alive, and Thadeus would make sure of that. His hands interlaced on his lap would break for a moment to press one of the buttons on the console in front of him. He knew that it would take hours to break the special locks on his doors and thought he would throw the thieves a bone, unlocking the front door for them. A stupid look of accomplishment would cross their foolish faces as Thadeus would be able to see on the monitors. Little did they know they were walking into a house of nightmares.
Once inside the building an eery calm would sweep over them, all the lights were off except for some dim blue bulbs. The business man kept these on perpetually, simply to provide an atmosphere similar to that of his office through out the building during the night hours. It was this feeling that he wanted them to have as it would make them much easier to toy with, opening their paranoid minds up to all sorts of abuse. Wildly flicking across the keyboard in front of him, Thadeus was preparing to unleash a dark hell upon the boys that dare attempt to rob him. A clicking noise could be heard behind them as the door locked up. Dashing back the men would realize they were trapped in, this was only the beginning.
A haunting tune would begin to echo through the building, it sounded like one of those lounge songs you would here in the smokey dens I talked about earlier. Creeping through the room and into the thieves ear's, such a dulcid tune would surely worry them. This was where the fun began, it was time to employ the use of Rapture. Mr. Saxons bone white eye's would suddenly shift to a chilling ice blue tint, at the same time an ordinary singing protocol droid would do the same on the stares above the men. It's rusted metal limbs loudly creaking as it walked down the stairs singing the same tune as the one on the radio. A truly haunting combination to hear, this was evident in the robbers expressions as they saw and heard the harmless droid coming.
Panicking one of them drew their blaster and fired a shot at it, blowing the singing robots head clean off. The music would only get louder however and the droid would continue singing. Little did they know it's main CPU and singing drive was stored in it's chest not it's head. Picking up the blown off appendage and holding it in it's arm the robot would continue singing along with the ghoulish composition. One of the men decided it was best to play tough guy and shot the robot several more times, this was obviously the leader. The droid would be destroyed and the music would be cut to nothing, Thadeus was going to make an example of the lad. Now returned to his body again since his vessel was decimated, he would dance his fingers across the keyboard once more.
All the lights in the large lobby the thieves were standing in suddenly went off, except for a lone light that shot down on the obvious leader. A floodlight that illuminated brightly on him, temporarily blinding the man. Still determined to put on a show for his underlings he attempted to act like he didn't care, secretly quivering like a cold infant on the inside. A few more buttons would be pressed by the nearly skeletal fingers of Thadeus T. Saxon and the magic would begin. Flames shot up around the man from holes in the floor as the floor panels themselves turned bright red forming a devils face with bright yellow eyes. A scream would be heard from the shadows as one of the mans four underlings felt the cold blade of a flying knife in his back. The knife had come from a series of defensive mechanisms Mr. Saxon had himself put into the walls, floor and ceiling of his lobby.
The flames around the ring leader intensified as another one of his henchman would cry out in pain. Burning acid from the dark ceiling was drizzling on his face, his feet locked to the floor with bindings. Only two men and the leader remained alive, but for how much longer was unknown, Thadeus was feeling cruel tonight and there lifespans were going to depend on his whims now. In but a moment the flames turned white hot, beginning to sear the mans flesh as he stood within them yet not touching them. Blisters would form across his arms and face and his hair was starting to burn off. A final scream would be heard from one of his two side kicks as the boys head was slowly being drilled through by a trap in the wall he was standing against. It was in that moment that Thadeus clicked his switches once more and everything suddenly reverted back to normal.
The dark room was suddenly light blue again, the fires around the man were gone and the haunting music had again began to play. Scarred with sever burns across his face and arms and psychological broken beyond the point of no repair the tough ring leaders facade began to fail. Breaking down onto his knees tears would stream across his searing face. The last side kick left and the only one remaining would attempt to help him up, but not before Thadeus would have his fun with the boy. Again employing the power of Rapture, this time for a more deadly purpose. His eye's turning ice blue, he transferred his conscious over to one of his favorite battle droids. A large spiked rolling droid would suddenly come barreling down the stairs towards the men. It's body covered in dangerously sharp two foot long spikes.
Ripping at the floor as it tore down the stairs, it's massive body shredding everything that got in it's way. Thadeus greatly enjoyed being in this body, since he could tap into it's intelligence and personality banks while he was in the droid he would behave much differently then usual. A loud cackling laugh would wail out from the blood thirsty droid, all it desired was the feeling of warm flesh and crunchy bones under it's massive exterior. Charging head on at the last henchmen as the ring leader stared helplessly. A snapping and tearing noise could be heard under the violent screams of the man as the droid tore through his flesh and body. This was the final straw for the chief burglar, his mind had finally snapped. Falling into a fetal position he would began to scream endlessly as his body fidgeted about.
Returning to his body, Thadeus saw uses for the scarred and broken man, he knew he couldn't waste a perfectly usable test subject. Pressing a few more buttons on his keyboard, two droids would step down stairs and drag the screaming man downstairs to the holding cells. Several more robots would pour out of the hallways and begin rebuilding the damaged floors and cleaning up the destroyed bodies. Thadeus knew he had caused quite the mess but it would be several hours before any employee's returned and he had all night to clean up.
OOC Note: I do have Zarkan's permission to add his character to my history in the fashion that I did
Race: Arkanian
Age: 80
Height: 5'0
Weight: 100 Lbs
Appearance:
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Like that but with the chalk white hair and pure white eye's that Arkanians have
Birth place: Arkania
Occupation: Scientist *Cybernetics and Biology*/Droid Designer/President of Genesis
Rank: He is president of a corporation divided into three sections. Section one is devoted to the development of all types of droids to be sold privately to individuals and contracted out privately by any group or military. The second section is a genetic research facility that operates the same way the first one does, although it is generally contracted out by health offices or the military. The third section works in cybernetics and while it was recently released for public use, it has been used by different military factions since the company began. While he himself is the president of the corporation he tends to get involved in the contracts picked up if they peak his interest.
Bio:
Born 80 years ago to a pair of scientists on the planet of Arkadia.
His mother a leading expert in the field of robotic droid design for the military and his father a pioneer in biology for a humane society looking to cure terminal diseases. Thadeus grew up in a house of moral confusion, his father always telling him to do the right thing and put others before himself. Yet on the same hand his mother taught him that a person has to live life for themselves and that other people can take care of themselves. Quite the dilemma for him even as a small child, pondering simple things such as sharing his toys and giving others help with there homework. His early education was similar to that of all the children from Arkania, being heavily based in science with little regard for much else. It was a perfect fit for the child who naturally excelled in the field and thanks to his parents had been raised around it.
Always ahead of his class, the precocious kid would constantly speed past the other children in his class. Due to his small size however he was constantly bullied by the bigger classmates. Easily half a foot shorter then an average Arkanian his age. The bullying itself was probably less then that of someone on a planet not devoted to the sciences, that however didn't make it any easier for him. Once in high school he became very reclusive to those around him, spending obscene amounts of time locked in his room, the family lab or the school facilities working on experiments of his own. They were nothing ground breaking to society but for someone his age they were epic to have been completed. Things like college level utility droids, homemade cybernetic prosthetics and small scale artificial intelligence.
School was easy and boring for Thadeus and so when he found out he was graduating two years early he was ecstatically happy. His credits were much higher then necessary thanks to him taking four extra classes in science and high school level robotics each year.
Breaking out of his reclusive shell due to all the attention he would receive for his inventions, the prodigy would grow a massive superiority complex and bask in the public eye simply to show off his talents. Not only that but due to his renown through the science community for a laundry list of demonstrations and awards, he had been recruited by the Arkanian School Of Scientific Advancement. It was like heaven for him there, triple majoring in Robotics, Cybernetics and Genetics, he had never been happier in his life.
It was during this time that he grew the most personality wise. Constantly in the limelight due to his scientific discoveries, he not only brought an immense amount of publicity to the school but gained near immunity from expulsion because of it. Keeping this in mind the genius turned con artist would use his vast intelligence to trick people out of there money, doing fake assignments for them in turn for cash. With all the fame he had garnered and the school showering him in praise there was very little the swindled students could do to gain justice. Although not making much money it was these years that helped push the morally confused child to the darker side of the spectrum. Moving on from selling fake papers to conducting experiments on live animals he was steadily becoming more comfortable forgoing his morals in the pursuit of money and prestige.
The class load was incredibly hard even for him but the young genius managed to graduate with a 4.0 and valedictorian honors, opting out of graduating early to take advantage and learn more. Although he was offered many different jobs in each of his fields, his passion at this point was learning, which motivated him to stay in school for much longer. Nearly twenty more years after he initially finished his bachelors degree. He spent all of this extra time to procure three doctorates in his three favorite fields, robotics, genetics and cybernetics.
Not much time was left on the side for anything sort of studying, experimenting and managing to make money one devious way or another. It was during these years he would create more dangerous droids and hold other students up for money while in disguise. Even going as far as robbing several people on the street. Despite his academic genius and numerous accolades and awards, money was tight and he had to do anything necessary to procure the money he needed. It was hard to tell the line sometimes though between what was done to get by in school and what was done out of sheer greed. Eventually however he would graduate the academy with the final PHD he needed.
At forty four years of age he took up his first job at a cybernetic research facility known as Avagenic on the gas world of Bespin. They were on the cutting edge of all things cybernetic, which meant genetics and robotics would be playing a huge role in it, his perfect job. Hired to be chief of research and development, it would be his job to craft and create the cybernetic masterpieces that the company was known for. Some of his marvelous creations during his lifespan there were a cybernetic heart that far surpassed the one in use at the time, countless brain implant package breakthroughs allowing the republics soldiers longer lifespan, increased strength and stamina, amount other benefits and developing special body aesthetics that allowed weapons to be put directly into soldiers at the cost of a limb or two.
Nothing however was as monumental as his final creation before leaving the company. It was known as Experiment CLS-233x-LF2-s3B or Sylbia as Thadeus had dubbed her. Her creation was groundbreaking, the first creation of sentient life outside of natural birth. It had nearly taken him a year of complete research and development, risking his job and future to complete. Gathering data from homeless sentients he brought into the labs and later experimented on. Starting by adding cybernetics to their already fully formed and developed bodies until they died or rejected the implants. It would take countless attempts at cybernetic rebuild phase before he had gathered enough research to construct her himself. Once he began he knew he wouldn't be able to stop till she was completed, she would be the masterwork in his repertoire of creations.
Filled with pride and happiness, Thadeus knew that this monumental creation was not only a mark of his genius but a sign that he had come as far as he was going to go with Avagenic. At the age of sixty and following twenty years of dedicated work with Avagenic he left the corporation to form his own company. Using a majority of the money he had gained working in the lucrative private sector he would open Genesis Inc, a corporation specializing in the research and creation of things related to droids, genetics and cybernetics, centered on the incredibly active planet of Coruscant.
His departure was for several reasons all at least slightly connected. The first and foremost was his desire to be in the spotlight and while he could shine as a researcher for Avagenic, nothing would propel him into fame and money like owning his own company. Another reason was that Avagenic was beginning to get suspicious of his more seedy research an while they had turned a blind eye to alot of his darker experiments, it was getting to hot for them to continue keeping there mouth shut. Finally he wanted to get off the god forsaken world of Bespin and back onto a solid planet.
Booming onto the science scene it would receive a large number requests from military forces and private labs as well as medical facilities. Times were great and became even greater when Avagenic went under investigation and eventually closed down, leaving Genesis the majority of it's clientele. With nothing but small scale labs to compete with, Genesis would see nothing but pure prosperity in the field of legitimate science. This was until the unthinkable happened, struck with a debilitating brain cancer Thadeus was rendered in a weakened and nearly dead state. Although scared for his own life, the constant researcher would use his upcoming brain surgery to test out his own personal creation.
Codenamed Project Rapture, it was a device known as the trans-neural override circuit. If successful it would allow him to gain control of and operate anything that had a similar but different circuit known as Project Purgatory. In essence it allowed him to control and operate beings with purgatory circuitry in there brain. Special optical wiring would plug into the back of his eyes from the circuit that would allow him to see through there eyes, changing his pale white eyes to a haunting ice blue when the device was active.
It was an incredibly dangerous and risky procedure, but with his life already on the line and willing to do anything in the name of science, he went through with the procedure. Briefing his top scientists and doctors on the procedure before hand, he had a fleet of his best staff doing the operation that would last nearly fifty hours straight. After it was all finished his body entered a coma for a month, the doctors although worried couldn't do much as his body was stable. Eventually he would wake up, happy to see he was alive there was still two things he needed to know.
The first thing he did was make sure his cancer had been completely cleared out, which it had. The second thing was test out project Rapture, a much more difficult task. Hand crafting a small test droid out of a few things lying around, it would appear like a poor child's junk bot, yet held within the droids thin aluminum head was a multi million dollar piece of equipment. Filled with hope Thadeus sat in front of the droid and attempted to access the part of his brain that Rapture.
At first there was no success, his entire being would be filled with a sense of failure, yet he would not give up. Spending countless nights sleeplessly attempting to utilize the device, after awhile it looked quite hopeless. By chance one day however, while experimenting with devices that effect focus, he was deep in a meditative state. It was then that his vision suddenly flashed away and instead he was seeing the inside of a small room. Not sure what was going on he ran around for a moment, yet something felt strange, he wasn't in his own body. It felt as though he was only two feet tall and upon examining his little robotic hands it suddenly hit him, he was in the conscious of the junk bot. After further research into it he discovered that the ability to switch was triggered with deep thought.
Time would pass, a few years or so before his corporation had really hit it big. Being constantly listed as one of the most powerful corporations in the galaxy and he himself propelled to celebrity status for his creations. All this would really do however is give him the type of blanket he needed to truly be free of societies moral standards. Using his vast amount of wealth and political influence the corporate tycoon would finally delve into the darkest things possible, completing his growth from morally torn young child to ethic less greed monger. With his company as a front he would create new and powerful drugs, sell military grade weapons, medical supplies and cybernetic equipment to radical groups and mercenaries. Even going as far as to gain a key hand in some of the biggest sentient slavery rings known to the galaxy.
The twenty years that spanned from then to now would be filled with him signing off on darker deeds then most could imagine with little thought given to those it affected. His moral code following one key rule and that was "whatever brings home the credits." This meant that anything that gave him a profit was fine enough. This wasn't all that filled the two decade gap however as he would also spend countless nights fine tuning his control of Rapture. Learning to put himself into the deep focus that was necessary to plug into one of the many droids that now held his Purgatory equipment in there CPU. Although he would never master the ability to control more then one droid at a time, he did gain a masterful control of whichever one he was using. Learning to navigate through their programming while in their heads he would gain whatever knowledge and skills they had while in them. These talents vanished when he returned to his own body to his dismay.
Now at the age of 80 he is far from ready to retire, in fact in his mind he is just getting started and see's limitless potential in the type of scum that has recently revealed itself in the galaxy. Not only that but he finds that the more time that passes and the more life he spends in the consciousness of droids, the less he relates or even cares about human life. Now simply viewing them as he views his droids, expendable resources that have their own little purpose but when that purpose is met, they should be terminated just as a robot would be.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 1
Intelligence: 10
Speed: 1
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 1
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 1
Alignment: -4
RP Sample:
Rain trickled down the outside window, it had been storming all week and didn't look at though it was gonna die down anytime soon. Sitting in a large leather chair in his office on the 127th floor of the Genesis building, Mr. Saxon was watching his monitors. The room had a gritty atmosphere yet smokey smooth like that of holodrama detective show when the main character would go into the lounge. Lightning flashed repeatedly outside, yet he showed no alarm, merely staring at his monitors. One would ask what he was staring at, but if you could see the screens it would become well apparent. Thieves were attempting to break into his high security building, who they were wasn't certain. It could be Czerka hired thieves to steal his companies secrets, angry militias trying to procure some better gear or just really skilled sneak thieves trying to make a big score of Mr. Saxons company. Oh how stupid they must have been to try and rob him, how stupid indeed.
Capturing all that they were doing on film, he could easily have his security capture them and turn the villains over to the police. But where would the fun be in that. You see these particular moonlighters weren't going to be making out of this building alive, and Thadeus would make sure of that. His hands interlaced on his lap would break for a moment to press one of the buttons on the console in front of him. He knew that it would take hours to break the special locks on his doors and thought he would throw the thieves a bone, unlocking the front door for them. A stupid look of accomplishment would cross their foolish faces as Thadeus would be able to see on the monitors. Little did they know they were walking into a house of nightmares.
Once inside the building an eery calm would sweep over them, all the lights were off except for some dim blue bulbs. The business man kept these on perpetually, simply to provide an atmosphere similar to that of his office through out the building during the night hours. It was this feeling that he wanted them to have as it would make them much easier to toy with, opening their paranoid minds up to all sorts of abuse. Wildly flicking across the keyboard in front of him, Thadeus was preparing to unleash a dark hell upon the boys that dare attempt to rob him. A clicking noise could be heard behind them as the door locked up. Dashing back the men would realize they were trapped in, this was only the beginning.
A haunting tune would begin to echo through the building, it sounded like one of those lounge songs you would here in the smokey dens I talked about earlier. Creeping through the room and into the thieves ear's, such a dulcid tune would surely worry them. This was where the fun began, it was time to employ the use of Rapture. Mr. Saxons bone white eye's would suddenly shift to a chilling ice blue tint, at the same time an ordinary singing protocol droid would do the same on the stares above the men. It's rusted metal limbs loudly creaking as it walked down the stairs singing the same tune as the one on the radio. A truly haunting combination to hear, this was evident in the robbers expressions as they saw and heard the harmless droid coming.
Panicking one of them drew their blaster and fired a shot at it, blowing the singing robots head clean off. The music would only get louder however and the droid would continue singing. Little did they know it's main CPU and singing drive was stored in it's chest not it's head. Picking up the blown off appendage and holding it in it's arm the robot would continue singing along with the ghoulish composition. One of the men decided it was best to play tough guy and shot the robot several more times, this was obviously the leader. The droid would be destroyed and the music would be cut to nothing, Thadeus was going to make an example of the lad. Now returned to his body again since his vessel was decimated, he would dance his fingers across the keyboard once more.
All the lights in the large lobby the thieves were standing in suddenly went off, except for a lone light that shot down on the obvious leader. A floodlight that illuminated brightly on him, temporarily blinding the man. Still determined to put on a show for his underlings he attempted to act like he didn't care, secretly quivering like a cold infant on the inside. A few more buttons would be pressed by the nearly skeletal fingers of Thadeus T. Saxon and the magic would begin. Flames shot up around the man from holes in the floor as the floor panels themselves turned bright red forming a devils face with bright yellow eyes. A scream would be heard from the shadows as one of the mans four underlings felt the cold blade of a flying knife in his back. The knife had come from a series of defensive mechanisms Mr. Saxon had himself put into the walls, floor and ceiling of his lobby.
The flames around the ring leader intensified as another one of his henchman would cry out in pain. Burning acid from the dark ceiling was drizzling on his face, his feet locked to the floor with bindings. Only two men and the leader remained alive, but for how much longer was unknown, Thadeus was feeling cruel tonight and there lifespans were going to depend on his whims now. In but a moment the flames turned white hot, beginning to sear the mans flesh as he stood within them yet not touching them. Blisters would form across his arms and face and his hair was starting to burn off. A final scream would be heard from one of his two side kicks as the boys head was slowly being drilled through by a trap in the wall he was standing against. It was in that moment that Thadeus clicked his switches once more and everything suddenly reverted back to normal.
The dark room was suddenly light blue again, the fires around the man were gone and the haunting music had again began to play. Scarred with sever burns across his face and arms and psychological broken beyond the point of no repair the tough ring leaders facade began to fail. Breaking down onto his knees tears would stream across his searing face. The last side kick left and the only one remaining would attempt to help him up, but not before Thadeus would have his fun with the boy. Again employing the power of Rapture, this time for a more deadly purpose. His eye's turning ice blue, he transferred his conscious over to one of his favorite battle droids. A large spiked rolling droid would suddenly come barreling down the stairs towards the men. It's body covered in dangerously sharp two foot long spikes.
Ripping at the floor as it tore down the stairs, it's massive body shredding everything that got in it's way. Thadeus greatly enjoyed being in this body, since he could tap into it's intelligence and personality banks while he was in the droid he would behave much differently then usual. A loud cackling laugh would wail out from the blood thirsty droid, all it desired was the feeling of warm flesh and crunchy bones under it's massive exterior. Charging head on at the last henchmen as the ring leader stared helplessly. A snapping and tearing noise could be heard under the violent screams of the man as the droid tore through his flesh and body. This was the final straw for the chief burglar, his mind had finally snapped. Falling into a fetal position he would began to scream endlessly as his body fidgeted about.
Returning to his body, Thadeus saw uses for the scarred and broken man, he knew he couldn't waste a perfectly usable test subject. Pressing a few more buttons on his keyboard, two droids would step down stairs and drag the screaming man downstairs to the holding cells. Several more robots would pour out of the hallways and begin rebuilding the damaged floors and cleaning up the destroyed bodies. Thadeus knew he had caused quite the mess but it would be several hours before any employee's returned and he had all night to clean up.
OOC Note: I do have Zarkan's permission to add his character to my history in the fashion that I did
Maybe just say something about a holodrama instead).
