(http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3418/3370252836_323f4998b6.jpg)<br/><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>H8 "Krath Holocron" DR01B<br/><strong>Sex:</strong>Please Don't Make me guess<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Custom Droid<br/><strong>Apparent Age:</strong>It's hurting me!<br/><strong>Actual Age:</strong>AAAAAAAARRRRRGGGH!<br/>Position: Teacher/Triage Surgeon/Factory/Magnificent Leader of us all, oh yes.<br/><br/><strong>Basic Concept:</strong>Holocron of the leaders of an ancient dark side cult placed into the body of a bunch of clashing models of droid.<br/><br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Not the arc welder!  NOT THE ARC WELDER!!!<br/><br/><br/><strong>Description:</strong><br/><br/><em>Hair:</em>Shiny... oh so shiny and chrome...<br/><em>Eyes:</em>Burning red, like a terminal stage gas giant<br/><em>Face:</em>I think the sedative is working...<br/><em>Body Type:</em>The head and body of a surgeon, three arms and the breasts of a nanny droid, and an entire factory for a lower half.<br/><em>Skin Tone:</em>Brushed metal on the head, transparent synthplastic on the torso, and black synthflesh on the breasts and arms<br/><em>Voice:</em>The screeching... it won't stop...  it's in my head...  please make it stop, I'll do a pretty dance for you...<br/><em>Other:</em>H8 is a very good master.  I am in love with him.  Her modular body turns me on.  I elevate my skin temperature slightly when I see its wires coming out from a factory socket...<br/><br/><strong>Dislikes:</strong>Greed, Tranquility, Humanity, Compassion, Humility<br/><strong>Desires: </strong>Suffering, Death, The destruction of purity<br/><strong>Habits:</strong>Creatively reprogramming pleasure droids (hee hee!), Attempting to kill people in his care<br/><strong>Insecurities:</strong>Woudln't YOU like to know!<br/><strong>Deadly Sin:</strong>Wrath<br/><br/><br/><strong>Background:</strong>The Krath holocron originated when the leaders of the ancient sith order of the Krath realized they could only live so long, and recorded the secrets of their dark alchemy for future generations.  The holocron passed from hand to hand, until it ended up in the posession of a sickly Mon Calamari smuggler, who had to get it through the center of republic space.  The smuggler secreted the holocron inside his DR01B medical droid, who he wagered no Jedi would disassemble and risk his life.  Unfortunately, the smuggler was attacked by pirates shortly after entering republic space.  The pirates took his cargo, but got the impression that he was hiding something.  In a fit of rage, a wookie slave of the pirate crew tore off the arms of the smuggler's medical droid, pushing the holocron through the droid's ethics cortex in the same motion that slammed it against the wall.<br/><br/>A few minutes later, the republic arrived to the scene of the shipjacking, and disabled the pirates with a barrage of ion cannon fire.  DR01B was struck by a power surge from an ion bolt, permanently fusing the sith holocron inside him into his conciousness.  The droid was nearly incinerated, but a canny scavenger saw the value of a high end medical droid and stole him from the incinerator.  The next few weeks were filled with internal struggle for the droid, as he fought against the holocron completely rewriting his software from the ground up, converting him from a third degree medical droid to a first degree fully sentient assasain droid.  By this time, DR01B was working for a wealthy family, caring for their children and servents.  The droid's arms had been replaced with a gleaming set of protocol droid arms, and his inability to perform surgery filled him with feelings of inadequacy.  Finally, he dismantled the family TDL-H8 nanny droid, and stole her four synthflesh arms and most of her chest, mostly for her devotion circuts, which signifigantly enhanced his ability to feel emotion.<br/><br/>After painting the walls of his masters' home red, H8 DR01B struck out across the galaxy, killing many people, and working breifly as a bounty hunter before returning to the Sith.  He was invited to the Sith Academy on Malachor, to head up the infirmary dealing with the inevitable lightsaber wounds.  The early weeks were rough, and H8 made many enemies by reccomending euthenasia for all patients (and carrying it out for many of them).  After getting its factory facilities online, H8 mellowed out slightly, but not enough to avoid being sliced in half by an angry Dark Jedi.  A pity he didn't see the dart coming at his neck from behind him in his rage.  His facial expressions as the maggots hatched were priceless.  H8 never bothered to replace the lower half of his body, instead opting to simply install himself in consoles throughout his factory, or simply hang from a crane.  He has few desires other than to teach and inflict pain.<br/><br/><strong>Brief Synopsis of Personality:</strong>Cold, alien, filled with hate, and hating compassion and light with every circut of his metal frame.<br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>The Force:</strong></span><br/><strong>Ranking of Mysteries:</strong><br/><br/>1st: Alchemy (He practices dark side alchemy mostly by harvesting pain and suffering, and using it to provide force energy through mystical and ritual means.  A fist sized crystal at the center of his lab acts as a dark force resivoir, enabling him to practice the unnatural arts, primarily fleshwarping, reanimation, and infusion of force energy into inanimate objects)<br/>2nd: Pure Hate<br/><br/><strong>Lightsaber</strong><br/><em>Type:</em>Single standard blade<br/><em>Color:</em>Cheap synthetic yellow<br/><em>Style:</em>Form III defensive, albeit while hanging from a crane and swinging his saber from a tentacle extending from the bottom of the torso.  Also favors balance form VI, reverting to it when pressured.  Notably proficient in form II, yet reluctant to use the style except for demonstration purposes.