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BAD IDEA. DISCONTINUED. PLEASE SEE BELOW LINK FOR ACTUAL PROFILE.
NOTE: This profile will only be used in matters pertaining to after the time-skip. This is simply an updated version of my previous char, which can be found here:
http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/showthread.php?47616-Tran-Karn-Inrokini
Use the above to fill in any blanks in the biography, etc.
NAME: Tran'Karn'Inrokini Known aliases: The Master, the Program, Virus
FACTION: Retrade - TBD
RANK: TBD
(This area is completely N/A. To be explained later.)
STRENGTH: Depends on what he is controlling.
DEXTERITY: Depends on what he is controlling.
CONSTITUTION: There are no diseases or threats to Tran in the cyber world, so this is N/A.
INTELLIGENCE: 10/10 Tran made the ultimate sacrifice. His death, for a world filled with knowledge.
WISDOM: 8/10
CHARISMA: 9/10 Tran is incredibly manipulative, and a pathological liar.
SKILLS:
Able to hack into anything. Tran is literally, one with the computer.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
+Computer knowledge
+Manipulation
-If there are no networks around or no power, or if his only hard copy of his program is destroyed, then Tran will be killed.
PERSONALITY:
(Explained in previous character page.)
BIOGRAPHY:
(Mostly explained in previous character page.)
NOTE: This profile will only be used in matters pertaining to after the time-skip. This is simply an updated version of my previous char, which can be found here:
http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/showthread.php?47616-Tran-Karn-Inrokini
Use the above to fill in any blanks in the biography, etc.
NAME: Tran'Karn'Inrokini Known aliases: The Master, the Program, Virus
FACTION: Retrade - TBD
RANK: TBD
(This area is completely N/A. To be explained later.)
STRENGTH: Depends on what he is controlling.
DEXTERITY: Depends on what he is controlling.
CONSTITUTION: There are no diseases or threats to Tran in the cyber world, so this is N/A.
INTELLIGENCE: 10/10 Tran made the ultimate sacrifice. His death, for a world filled with knowledge.
WISDOM: 8/10
CHARISMA: 9/10 Tran is incredibly manipulative, and a pathological liar.
SKILLS:
Able to hack into anything. Tran is literally, one with the computer.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
+Computer knowledge
+Manipulation
-If there are no networks around or no power, or if his only hard copy of his program is destroyed, then Tran will be killed.
PERSONALITY:
(Explained in previous character page.)
BIOGRAPHY:
(Mostly explained in previous character page.)
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<<Query: "Tran'Karn'Inrokini" Accepted>>
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Tran'Karn'Inrokini
Believed to be responsible for the New Year's Eve Virus, which killed 50 people on Coruscant by changing the flow of traffic.
Believed to be the cause of the 50 MIA soldiers who investigated the point of original of the New Year's Eve Virus.
Believed to be an accomplice to the kidnapping of the Senator - Anita Ra'bak.
Believed to be an accomplice to the assassination of the Senator Anita Ra'bak's father, Michael Ra'bak.
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<<Query: "Tran'Karn'Inrokini" Accepted>>
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Tran'Karn'Inrokini
Believed to be responsible for the New Year's Eve Virus, which killed 50 people on Coruscant by changing the flow of traffic.
Believed to be the cause of the 50 MIA soldiers who investigated the point of original of the New Year's Eve Virus.
Believed to be an accomplice to the kidnapping of the Senator - Anita Ra'bak.
Believed to be an accomplice to the assassination of the Senator Anita Ra'bak's father, Michael Ra'bak.
<<End Page>>
Here's what happened. After the gradual fall of the Chiss from the galactic table, the Hutts moved in to claim most of those areas. Tran began feeling rather bored with himself, so he began feeding himself information. Any information, gotten at any cost. He grew bored even with that, and realized, that even though his arm gave him direct linkage to a computer, he needed more. And so... he literally became a program. This is a flash-back, from the day of the surgery...
Pain. SO much pain. Ridiculous amounts, in fact. Any more of this, and Tran would go insane. He had already cut off both of his legs, to provide the first connections which would feed information to the program he was created, personality, speech, lifestyle, etc. However, to finalize the operation, he needed to further. Even farther. He was ready for the final step.
His hands shook as he made the incision into his skull. It went all the way around, from his forehead, above his ears, and back again. A robot next to him brought the skull up and out of sight. Another robot delicately placed connecting wires directly into his brain. Tran gritted his teeth, consoling himself with the fact that this was all necessary for the final step. He had to be awake for this step for the computer to get accurate readings. Once the straps binding his head were released, Tran screamed. Forever it seemed, until he finally succumbed to a deep sleep...
Tran got up early the next morning, double-checked the program, triple-checked it, and braced himself. He prayed to whatever gods were out there that they would let this work. Then, he raised the gun, put it under his chin, and fired.
----
Tran woke up, the machinery that was his new "body" coming to life. He was currently in the body of a lowly protocol droid. He tested out his speech synthesis, motors, etc. There was a hard copy of his program, stored on a thumb drive, that was currently implanted in his chest. Primitive, but reliable. He ordered a nearby droid that in 10 seconds, he should take out the thumb drive, and insert it into a datapad that was connected to a wireless network that was completely separate from the one he had been working on. Then, he fired a few bullets into his head, not destroying the program (himself) but simply destroying the droids capacitators.
----
Tran woke up again. He seemed to be in his old Chiss body, lying on the most comfortable couch he had ever felt. His body was free of any impurities, and felt pure. "Wow. I should have done this a while ago..." He walked up to an outline of a hand that read above, "To Control Center." Tran shrugged, and placed his hand on the outline.
There was a mael-storm of sounds, colors, and lights, and then... Tran was the network. He could close and open doors at will, his security cameras became his eyes, he found he could talk over the intercom at a thought, and on the screens, type what he wanted, all happening instantaneously, under his control. "Mine! This is all MINE!"
And Tran laughed.
Pain. SO much pain. Ridiculous amounts, in fact. Any more of this, and Tran would go insane. He had already cut off both of his legs, to provide the first connections which would feed information to the program he was created, personality, speech, lifestyle, etc. However, to finalize the operation, he needed to further. Even farther. He was ready for the final step.
His hands shook as he made the incision into his skull. It went all the way around, from his forehead, above his ears, and back again. A robot next to him brought the skull up and out of sight. Another robot delicately placed connecting wires directly into his brain. Tran gritted his teeth, consoling himself with the fact that this was all necessary for the final step. He had to be awake for this step for the computer to get accurate readings. Once the straps binding his head were released, Tran screamed. Forever it seemed, until he finally succumbed to a deep sleep...
Tran got up early the next morning, double-checked the program, triple-checked it, and braced himself. He prayed to whatever gods were out there that they would let this work. Then, he raised the gun, put it under his chin, and fired.
----
Tran woke up, the machinery that was his new "body" coming to life. He was currently in the body of a lowly protocol droid. He tested out his speech synthesis, motors, etc. There was a hard copy of his program, stored on a thumb drive, that was currently implanted in his chest. Primitive, but reliable. He ordered a nearby droid that in 10 seconds, he should take out the thumb drive, and insert it into a datapad that was connected to a wireless network that was completely separate from the one he had been working on. Then, he fired a few bullets into his head, not destroying the program (himself) but simply destroying the droids capacitators.
----
Tran woke up again. He seemed to be in his old Chiss body, lying on the most comfortable couch he had ever felt. His body was free of any impurities, and felt pure. "Wow. I should have done this a while ago..." He walked up to an outline of a hand that read above, "To Control Center." Tran shrugged, and placed his hand on the outline.
There was a mael-storm of sounds, colors, and lights, and then... Tran was the network. He could close and open doors at will, his security cameras became his eyes, he found he could talk over the intercom at a thought, and on the screens, type what he wanted, all happening instantaneously, under his control. "Mine! This is all MINE!"
And Tran laughed.
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