"Oh, so that what they think of me? Well, are they in for A SURPRISE!"
THE RENEGADE
NAME: Unknown. Known only by "Renegade" on wanted posters.
To CARD MEMBERS: Professor Don Westly Manstrokes.
FACTION: Freelance
SPECIES: Umbaran
AGE: 59
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 6'4
WEIGHT: 230
EYES: Purple
HAIR: None
SKIN: Pale grayish white
CREDITS: 1,000
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Plenty of scars all around his body where the armor was once grafted, all hidden up by his clothes.
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
STRENGTH: 8/10
DEXTERITY: 6/10
CONSTITUTION: 9/10
INTELLIGENCE: 8/10
WISDOM: 7/10
CHARISMA: 7/10
FORCE POWERS:
None
SKILLS:
Surgeon
Fist Fighter
Decent shot with a rifle
Fast Talker
LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS:
NONE
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
+ Great Doctor when he needs to be.
+ Immune to Force Mind Tricks by constantly performing surgury in his mind.
+ Very strong, making him deadly in close quarters.
- Not very fast. physicaly.
- His insanity can get him in trouble, and sometimes make him lose his patients.
- Is sometimes not taken seriously due to his helmet he wears, though he thinks this as an advantage.
GEAR:
Renegade carries a wallet with money, fake ID’s, and his home made doctor’s license. He wears a dark purple suit over his body, one made just for his large size, and is almost always seen with his strange helmet, which he calls “His Hat”.
SHIP:
Small, one man ship.
PETS:
Had a bird when he was a child. It’s dead now though.
PERSONALITY:
In reality, The Renegade is a mad man who thinks he is helping others when he is really causing suffering. His sanity has long been suppressed and he hides it with his calm manner, one that some people have fallen too. He cares nothing for those he murders, and will even want to be friends with someone who is more rotten then he is, even if they retaliate violently. His idea of surgery usually involved killing the victim and re-attaching their limbs to other places, or attaching another’s limbs to them. Despite this, he can be quite a skilled surgeon who can save a life if he really wanted too.
HISTORY:
Unlogged entry from Renegade. Starting now.
I tell you what, from everything that’s been happening in the past twenty years, I’ve got quite a few adventures to tell. Not that anyone besides me and a few dead people will know of them. The password on here has changed, right? GOOD. Anyways…
I used to be a scientist, got involved in making armor and such, some prototype for some mercenary bands. It was going to be state of the art stuff, but the others didn’t like it, and wanted to dismantle the project. They said it was too unstable for any sentient to wear it. I proved them wrong, I wore it, made it part of me, and I showed my fellow scientists that I was worthy of it and made them into different parts. Some of them are in the vents, some in the office, and some are under the table.
Drew those schematics myself. Someone asked why would the helmet be intimidating, and how could it alter my brain functions. So I simply gave him a good slap and told him not to question my logic. He may have been right, but that hat is just so nice! The rest of the outfit was nice, but way too uncomfy and bulky, sometimes tearing through my clothing I put over it.
What was my past like? Childhood was boring, nothing interesting happened. Father was a doctor, so I was only bound to follow him in his work.
Anyway, where was I… AH YES, sometime after I left, I felt the armor talk to me… YES! IT TALKED! THEN MY HELMET FLOATED OFF AND TALKED TOO! It said “'Follow me to the world of everlasting happiness.” Then as I saw it fly, it grabbed hold of a shooting star in the night sky! It was beautiful! This amazing shooting star carried the helmet off into the night! Off into the land of everlasting happiness!! Following it’s words, I joined a cult of devil worshipers I think, their leader was a dead guy with a snake wrapped around his cadaver. Hey, may sound crazy, but it’s true! He wanted despair, the others there were more loony then even me. One guy liked controlling dead people, another liked to skip about, another liked to eat people, and another there liked fire. Then the snake chained us up, knocked us out, and out us in speeders with very low fuel. I escaped mine only to land with that cannibal. Oh, what an interesting fellow that was.
Things got boring, the snake man had nothing for us to do, so I left and went to see the world! I found myself on a desert planet that had these little hooded hoodlums with beady glowing eyes, and these sane people living out in the dunes who kill anyone who gets near and then hangs their bodies in the dunes for all to see. So I rented an apartment and decided to lock myself in there and watched my favorite show: Everybody Hates Sheldon. It was a good episode, some crazy Dark Jedi was trying to get Sheldon to take over the town, then a Jedi with more arms then I can count came in and started to shoot the place up. Ah, those were the days.
Next thing I know, some crazy people burst in and try to take me down. Dunno what they wanted, but I killed them until one snuck up behind me and stuck me with a strange device that put a little explosive device in my neck, and she told me I now work for her. Well, I would have killed her if she did not have the device and was not a Dark Jedi herself. How Ironic. Well, I did not know why she wanted me, but apparently the snake man or some other wacko in that cult put a price on my head for leaving them. HOW CAN I BE PART OF A CULT WHEN THEY DON’T DO ANYTHING? IT’S LIKE IF I JOINED THE REPUBLIC MILITARY AND ALL THEY DID WAS SIP TEA AND EAT THOSE TRUMPET CAKE THINGS.
Anyways, the pretty Dark Jedi figured I was more use to her alive then dead, and made me apart of her little crew of underlings, and said I was now her property. It was then I found out she was a Zeltron and used some sort of power to make sure people loved her just by touching their head. I made sure I had nothing but happy thoughts for her, but that did not stop her still. She grabbed my head just incase and tried to make me like her, but surprise! It didn’t work on me. Might have something to do with me always performing surgery on someone in my mind. Kinda like how this one fellow in the cult I was in is always creating flammable fluids. Anyways, the Dark Jedi was not happy, but said as long as I have happy thoughts on her, I would be fine.
I did not spend long with her though, OH NO… when I had the chance, I put on that one film I like… “Sheldon and the search for the Holy Chalice”, and made sure a recording of me talking and laughing was playing. Once I had the clear, I was gone. No more busy nights staying in that cramped room she called a lab, always bringing me those dead bodies and expect me to do something with them. HMPH!
Well, once I was far away so the little device would not trigger the explosive in me, I went to Zeltros to drink my sorrows away, even though I had none. Several drinks, bar fights and dead people later, I’m in another town and the armor I wear on my skin is starting to aggravate and get infected, not to mention itch like HELL! So I finally found this man… I think his name was Doctor Richard Kowalski. Wore a strange black and white mask of sort, funny guy, but he knew what he was doing. He offered to take the armor off so long as he got to keep it, and I told him I accepted it, but I would not give him my top hat! It’s MINE.
So after a very long time, I forgot how long it was, I found my naked body on a table, scared and dried blood all over myself, and I think I saw a spare organ of mine in a jar. Rest assured, the surgery was done. With the payment in Doctor Kowalski’s hands, my hat on my head, I was a free Umbaran! I decided to do what the doctor did and went to become a surgeon myself, going about and helping those in need! Why, one time I found a group of homeless kids on the street, and they looked hungry and cold. It was pitiful. So I killed them and performed surgery on them to make them better. Some were beyond saving, so I took parts of some and put them on another! Why, I still remember it… the boy had his legs where his arms were, his arms where his legs were, his hands where his feet were, his feet where his hands were, his toes where his fingers were, his fingers where his toes were, took out his eyes and took one from two other children and put those in, and then I re-attached the head tails from the other child onto his head. It was beautiful.
The other homeless people thought I was crazy and ran off when I showed them. One man called me a irritant, though I don’t know why.
Now these days, my home made doctor license is still good until I have to re-new it, and with Hutts and Republicans needing help, I’m always there to help them, or those who are against them.
Another unlogged Entry by Renegade.
Coming Soon
KILLS:
DUELING RING MATCHES:
GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES:
ROLE-PLAYS:
ALSAKAN CRISIS
Initiation of True Chaos
Carnival
HUTT WARS
Sheldon and The Holy Chalice
Aware and Awake
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