Post by Grawn on Jun 20, 2009 0:18:14 GMT -5
Authors Note: Dis iz deh hard modez, make mah brain stop deh hurt for deh luv of deh GOD!one111!one1!
Name: Papa
Original Name: Warren Skarbern
Race: Human
Age: 23
Height: 6' 1
Weight: 200
Birth place: Coronet, Corellia
Appearance:
Personality: Papa cares little for those he deems his enemy feelings or pain and will inflict great amounts if it means getting to his goal faster. While not totally heartless in the sense he cares for his and his own, he prefers quick deaths over prolonged, a slit to the throat or a tear of the spinal cord over pure disembowlment or things of that nature. Hes a "nice" guy who can be sarcastic and crack a joke from time to time until hes in the field, where his cold heart will go into play.
Profession: Assassin
Skills: Green Meadows Assassin Training
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 7
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 9
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 7
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 4
Specialized Combat Skill: Claw Weaponry - 8
Specialized Non-Combat Skill: Interrogation - 7
Alignment: -3
Ship Name: n/a
Bio:
Birth: As most children of the galaxy, Warren was born into a relatively calm and safe atmosphere. His mother and father owned a local cantina by the name of The Warren, which they named and started shortly after the lads birth. Life had been simple, the cantina was well ran and wasnt populated by filth you would see on such planets on Tatooine so the Skarberns didnt have enemies of any sorts, or so they thought. One night, a Rodian had entered the cantina and had asked to speak with Warren's father in private. When the two were in a lone corner of the cantina, the Rodian informed him that in order to keep the building from receiving "unwanted" guests in the form of a gang that had recently moved into Tyrena, a payment would have to exist. Warren turned the pest away, stating that Tyrena nor him would put up with or allow bullying by some scumbag ruffians. The Rodian left with the words You'll be sorry.
A few weeks past and Warren had turned to the tender age of 3 when the Rodian's words came to fruitation. The gang known as the Sand Panthers burst into the cantina on a business day, with many customers viewing and attacked Warren's mother and father in broad daylight. It left the two dead and Warren with no one to take care of him. A friend of the Skarberns took the child in but ultimately couldnt keep him and had to give him to a local orphanage.
Being in the orphange was a pleasant experience unlike most others. It was well ran with many caring staff and food that was cooked to provide the occupants with the right amount of vitamins and the like. Warren being to young to fully take in the scope of why he was there and what for, it wasnt a big deal. However, other people had plans for the child who wasnt destined to be some orphan till adulthood.
New Home and Lot: A mysterious man bought the young child from the orphanage and took him to the planet of Ralltiir
RP Sample: "I am told", he paused for a moment, much to the dismay of the person sat tied to the chair before him, as he spoke. "That you hold information that i require. Information that would make my..."bosses" delighted to know. Im a fair guy, i prefer to not have to ask someone to clean up the blood on this fine floor after im done with interrogations such as this. So i will ask you once and only once" He turned to face the man, his bald head shining a little thanks to the overhanging ceiling light that lit the small portion of the room where he stood. Leaning in close his nose was nearly touching the other mans. "Where is your boss located."
The captured man stared into Papa's brown eyes, seeing no emotion what so ever and gulped. But then, rather it been by some last ditch effort to gain some favorable position in this little meeting or pure stupidity the man grinned. "You wont get nuts from me" and then proceeded to spit into Papa's face. His eyes closed to avoid the spittle hitting them, the assassin let a sigh escape from him of pure dissapointment.
"Why? You know this is the exact reason i prefer to give you a chance to speak instead of having to rip the information from you in a fashion im sure you wont like a bit. But your chance has been spent and you must live with the consequences" Papa stuck his hand into his pocket, retrieving a piece of cloth and wiping his face of the man's spit then proceeded to shove it into the man's mouth. The only noise he made was a grunt and muffled words that couldnt be made clear by the cloth as Papa turned to walk over to a switch on the opposite wall.
"You know what this is?" the assassin tapped the back of his finger on the switch. The man glared at him, unable to speak but Papa chuckled "Of course you dont. This little switch allows me access to the power circuit that runs this building. See those wires?", he pointed at the wires laying about the room, connecting to the chair the man sat in. The man looked down to see what Papa was referring to and his eyes went wide as the realization of what the assassin was referring to. His eyes darted back to Papa, who now wore a full fledged grin on his face. "I see you realize what you have dug yourself into. Just know that this hurts me FAR more then it will hurt you. I detest the smell of burnt flesh and muffled crys of people who i gave a chance to speak".
The man attempted to struggle to get loose but to no avail as Papa hit the switch. The captive's eyes lit up and his body jolted and bucked as the electrical current entered his being. He continued to jerk and twist, his crys muffled by the cloth until finally Papa hit the switch again, cutting off the current. The man slumped into his chair and the assassin walked over. "Wasn't that nice?" he asked and ripped the cloth from the man's mouth, "You ready to talk?". The man continued to breathe raggedly for a few moments, his eyes wandering as he decided his course of action.
Only to once again lurch and spit at Papa, whom this time leaned his head to the left to avoid the spit. "Re-heh-heh-ally now?" the assassin was almost baffled by this man, never had he had someone who had showed so much pain in his interrogation actually prolong the process. "Suit yourself. Papa knows how to discipline the youngin's" the assassin joked sadistically as he shoved the cloth back in the man's mouth.
This time he walked quickly over and slapped the button once again. He let the current torture the man for over a minute before he turned it off. No longer playing around, Papa tapped the button on his glove that released the wrist blades built in his gauntlet and ran up on the man, tearing the cloth out and slamming the chair over onto the ground. His claw poised over the panting man who's face had gone white, he roared. "WHERE ARE THEY LOCATED!"
"Nar Shadda! There on freaking Nar Shadda, his name is Boril the Hutt!" the man cried, tears streaming down his face, clearly at wits end and probably sanity as well. The man's breaths came hard as Papa straightened the chair up and patted the man on his head.
"Now was that so hard?" he chuckled and turned around to leave. As he neared the doorway, the switch on the wall perhaps within arms reach of the door. Papa turned towards the man, a sadistic gleam in his eye. The man caught on almost immediately and started to cry and blubber.
"I gave you what you wanted! Just leave me alone, just leave me alone!" he cried, tears going down his face that was contorted in agony and pain. With a chuckle, Papa's hand darted the button and the man let loose a cry that would embarrass even a child. He cried loudly for at least ten seconds but then realized he wasnt in pain. The current hadn't been turned on! He looked again at Papa who laughed at the door, holding himself up against the doorframe.
"Insult to injury! I LOVE IT!" he left the man, closing the door.
Password: (Fringe notes PW)
Name: Papa
Original Name: Warren Skarbern
Race: Human
Age: 23
Height: 6' 1
Weight: 200
Birth place: Coronet, Corellia
Appearance:
Personality: Papa cares little for those he deems his enemy feelings or pain and will inflict great amounts if it means getting to his goal faster. While not totally heartless in the sense he cares for his and his own, he prefers quick deaths over prolonged, a slit to the throat or a tear of the spinal cord over pure disembowlment or things of that nature. Hes a "nice" guy who can be sarcastic and crack a joke from time to time until hes in the field, where his cold heart will go into play.
Profession: Assassin
Skills: Green Meadows Assassin Training
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 7
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 9
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 7
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 4
Specialized Combat Skill: Claw Weaponry - 8
Specialized Non-Combat Skill: Interrogation - 7
Alignment: -3
Ship Name: n/a
Bio:
Birth: As most children of the galaxy, Warren was born into a relatively calm and safe atmosphere. His mother and father owned a local cantina by the name of The Warren, which they named and started shortly after the lads birth. Life had been simple, the cantina was well ran and wasnt populated by filth you would see on such planets on Tatooine so the Skarberns didnt have enemies of any sorts, or so they thought. One night, a Rodian had entered the cantina and had asked to speak with Warren's father in private. When the two were in a lone corner of the cantina, the Rodian informed him that in order to keep the building from receiving "unwanted" guests in the form of a gang that had recently moved into Tyrena, a payment would have to exist. Warren turned the pest away, stating that Tyrena nor him would put up with or allow bullying by some scumbag ruffians. The Rodian left with the words You'll be sorry.
A few weeks past and Warren had turned to the tender age of 3 when the Rodian's words came to fruitation. The gang known as the Sand Panthers burst into the cantina on a business day, with many customers viewing and attacked Warren's mother and father in broad daylight. It left the two dead and Warren with no one to take care of him. A friend of the Skarberns took the child in but ultimately couldnt keep him and had to give him to a local orphanage.
Being in the orphange was a pleasant experience unlike most others. It was well ran with many caring staff and food that was cooked to provide the occupants with the right amount of vitamins and the like. Warren being to young to fully take in the scope of why he was there and what for, it wasnt a big deal. However, other people had plans for the child who wasnt destined to be some orphan till adulthood.
New Home and Lot: A mysterious man bought the young child from the orphanage and took him to the planet of Ralltiir
RP Sample: "I am told", he paused for a moment, much to the dismay of the person sat tied to the chair before him, as he spoke. "That you hold information that i require. Information that would make my..."bosses" delighted to know. Im a fair guy, i prefer to not have to ask someone to clean up the blood on this fine floor after im done with interrogations such as this. So i will ask you once and only once" He turned to face the man, his bald head shining a little thanks to the overhanging ceiling light that lit the small portion of the room where he stood. Leaning in close his nose was nearly touching the other mans. "Where is your boss located."
The captured man stared into Papa's brown eyes, seeing no emotion what so ever and gulped. But then, rather it been by some last ditch effort to gain some favorable position in this little meeting or pure stupidity the man grinned. "You wont get nuts from me" and then proceeded to spit into Papa's face. His eyes closed to avoid the spittle hitting them, the assassin let a sigh escape from him of pure dissapointment.
"Why? You know this is the exact reason i prefer to give you a chance to speak instead of having to rip the information from you in a fashion im sure you wont like a bit. But your chance has been spent and you must live with the consequences" Papa stuck his hand into his pocket, retrieving a piece of cloth and wiping his face of the man's spit then proceeded to shove it into the man's mouth. The only noise he made was a grunt and muffled words that couldnt be made clear by the cloth as Papa turned to walk over to a switch on the opposite wall.
"You know what this is?" the assassin tapped the back of his finger on the switch. The man glared at him, unable to speak but Papa chuckled "Of course you dont. This little switch allows me access to the power circuit that runs this building. See those wires?", he pointed at the wires laying about the room, connecting to the chair the man sat in. The man looked down to see what Papa was referring to and his eyes went wide as the realization of what the assassin was referring to. His eyes darted back to Papa, who now wore a full fledged grin on his face. "I see you realize what you have dug yourself into. Just know that this hurts me FAR more then it will hurt you. I detest the smell of burnt flesh and muffled crys of people who i gave a chance to speak".
The man attempted to struggle to get loose but to no avail as Papa hit the switch. The captive's eyes lit up and his body jolted and bucked as the electrical current entered his being. He continued to jerk and twist, his crys muffled by the cloth until finally Papa hit the switch again, cutting off the current. The man slumped into his chair and the assassin walked over. "Wasn't that nice?" he asked and ripped the cloth from the man's mouth, "You ready to talk?". The man continued to breathe raggedly for a few moments, his eyes wandering as he decided his course of action.
Only to once again lurch and spit at Papa, whom this time leaned his head to the left to avoid the spit. "Re-heh-heh-ally now?" the assassin was almost baffled by this man, never had he had someone who had showed so much pain in his interrogation actually prolong the process. "Suit yourself. Papa knows how to discipline the youngin's" the assassin joked sadistically as he shoved the cloth back in the man's mouth.
This time he walked quickly over and slapped the button once again. He let the current torture the man for over a minute before he turned it off. No longer playing around, Papa tapped the button on his glove that released the wrist blades built in his gauntlet and ran up on the man, tearing the cloth out and slamming the chair over onto the ground. His claw poised over the panting man who's face had gone white, he roared. "WHERE ARE THEY LOCATED!"
"Nar Shadda! There on freaking Nar Shadda, his name is Boril the Hutt!" the man cried, tears streaming down his face, clearly at wits end and probably sanity as well. The man's breaths came hard as Papa straightened the chair up and patted the man on his head.
"Now was that so hard?" he chuckled and turned around to leave. As he neared the doorway, the switch on the wall perhaps within arms reach of the door. Papa turned towards the man, a sadistic gleam in his eye. The man caught on almost immediately and started to cry and blubber.
"I gave you what you wanted! Just leave me alone, just leave me alone!" he cried, tears going down his face that was contorted in agony and pain. With a chuckle, Papa's hand darted the button and the man let loose a cry that would embarrass even a child. He cried loudly for at least ten seconds but then realized he wasnt in pain. The current hadn't been turned on! He looked again at Papa who laughed at the door, holding himself up against the doorframe.
"Insult to injury! I LOVE IT!" he left the man, closing the door.
Password: (Fringe notes PW)
