Appearance
In his natural state, Kaiburr is a sentient silicon-based irregularly faceted multidimensional crystal. He is 40 centimeters long and weighs 5 kilograms. A virulent blood red with a tinge of obsidian at his core, faint pulses of sickly green light can be seen can be seen inside him when thoughts pass through his "brain."
Clothing and Armour
Kaiburr is usually seen around the Brotherhood in various droid bodies, with his two major bodies being a heavily modified F-III Footman chassis coupled with HRD and PROXY technology to grant him the ability to blend in to organic society, and a basic Juggernaut war droid chassis for when deception is not needed.
- Mêlée:
- Armory Lightsaber: Red blade
- Small Vibroblade in boot sheath
- Stun Baton
- Ranged:
- Assault Blaster Rifle, with underslung Grenade Launcher.
- LG-5 laser gauntlet (Right hand).
- Wrist rocket launcher (Left hand).
- Mandalorian Ripper
- Miscellaneous:
- Various grenades
Kaiburr's life is filled with training and learning for all sorts of situations, from the mind-numbingly normal to the utterly bizarre. As such, Kaiburr has developed into a rather resourceful individual. This has made Kaiburr a mix of academic and scholar, always with something to offer to any discussion. However, knowledge and training does not always translate well to the tense environment of the battlefield, and no amount of textbooks can prepare one for reality...
Kaiburr is no greenhorn when it comes to dealing with those who wish him ill. At some point, he managed to cross the wrong people, and now they've got a mark on his hide for it. While such experiences have hardened him for adrenaline-filled moments of evading those who seek to make him their quarry, he can never be quite sure if he is truly safe, for promises of wealth or power can turn even the most seemingly stalwart of allies to enemies with knives poised at his back.
While generally laid back and more than happy to offer a quip of sarcasm, Kaiburr's entire demeanor changes once combat begins. He becomes focused and quiet, with his smile replaced with a look of grim determination.
Kaiburr prefers to push the rules to the absolute limit. While he is unlikely to actually break rules or disobey orders, he toes the line between what is allowed and what isn't at every opportunity.
When it comes to a fight, some like to posture, some like to act tough, some like to dance around and go through all sorts of fancy footwork. Kaiburr? Kaiburr doesn't bother with exotic battle stances, intricate maneuvers, or super-secret tactics. Kaiburr, when cornered into a fight, prefers the ancient technique of a good kick to the nuts. And if that won't work, either because the enemy is a woman or has balls of steel, Kaiburr isn't beyond pulling a few more cheap tricks out of the bag. Granted, Kaiburr won't be winning any medals for nobility or any prestige for a unique fighting style or a superb maneuver, but Kaiburr will still be winning, the best and most dirty way he knows how.
Kaiburr seems to get his thrills, perhaps sadistic ones at that, from toying with his opponents. Some are content with simply striking down or injuring their opponent, but that is not enough for Kaiburr. No, he wishes to see his enemy descend into madness or kneel before him as a blathering mess; or even better, as a fresh new servant with a muddled mind. The Puppeteer usually forsakes outright hurting and maiming his opponent and focuses on illusions, mind tricks, and other wicked means of destroying a person.
Master (+5) |
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Adept (+4) |
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Proficient (+3) | |
Trained (+2) | |
Learned (+1) | |
Mediocre (+0) |
Master (+5) |
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Adept (+4) |
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Disciple (+3) | |
Studied (+2) | |
Initiate (+1) |
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Lore |
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Primary Martial Art | Klarin Chi |
Secondary Martial Art | Whiptree |
Primary Lightsaber Form | Form 0 (Banlanth) |