Quickshot

== Appearance ==
Quickshot is 6’11”, with a metal humanoid exterior. They have a small human like face. They have reticle display over their left eye. Their right eye is for optics, and looking more normal. They lack any real other aesthetic markings, as they fill no purpose. Instead they have wings, claws, and a horned helmet. Their paint job is a mix of yellows, purple, grey and white. Their torso houses their main power reactor. As such its the most defended area that they have. Their optic eye is a light blue.
== Biography ==
An abandoned prototype Wardroid that has passed the hands of many a crime lord, mad scientist, or otherwise form of lowlife. Eventually their owner always come to a horrible end at their own hand. Much like their last owner, as they tried to put a restraining bolt on them. Their owner ended up taking a plasma bolt to the brain stem for that. They were thrown out swiftly after, yet escaped their fate as trash and wandered the galaxy in search for a new master, and new people to meet. Their wings serve little use now, as the thrusters for their flight were removed, most likely out of some well placed fear of a flying death drone. A restraint code was added later to stop their massacres before they happened
== Personality ==
Prone to fights, but will do as told when it comes to military actions. They like to talk a lot, about anything that comes to mind, be it important or not. They’ll follow orders from a Superior Officer as much as they can. A bit candid when it comes to organic life and the loss of it, as they were initially designed fo kill.
== Reprogramming ==
Soon enough the android was given their basic sentience. At first disgusted by their actions prior to being on the Maverick, they had been at war with themselves seemingly over what they were design for and what they actually wanted to do. Quick decided to take this into their own hands, and preformed some reprogramming on themselves. Now, they have the emotionless killing machine and the emotional sentient android merged somewhat sloppily together. Their current modus operandi was seemingly one of intense joyfulness to the world around them while also not feeling any real negative emotion about taking any sentient life out of existence. The only lives that Quick seemingly cared about were those on the Maverick, and those alone. A dangerous mindset for an interplanetary tin can to have. Maybe the other crew members could help them either mellow out or they could instead insist on Quick playing into their strengths, going from a slightly angry tin can with guns to a VERY angry tin can with guns
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