Post by derikmal on Feb 25, 2008 3:24:15 GMT -5
Name: Derik Mal
Race: Human
Age: 32
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 195
Appearance: Derik is a tall scraggly looking fellow with short straight hair. His face is a little round but a little thin at the same time. He has a goatee and changes his clothes often so he will not be recognized.
Birth place: Endore
Profession: Neither of those. He is sorta a jack of all trades. He has done a little bounty hunting, a little trade, he's smuggled a few things, and other things as well. He does what he needs to to survive.
Bio: Derik was born on Endore while his parents lived there in hopes to escape bounties on their heads. When he turned eight years old, on the day of his birthday, his parents were sliced in half by a Sith. They were not Jedi nor were they sensative to the fource. Derik is unsure where the ability came from, but he is willing to find out in time. He spent the next 10 years bouncing from one relative to another. His anger led him to get in trouble too many times and on some planets to flee from the law. Derik has always remembered having some sort of ability. Usually it was with moving objects, but he never really understood it completely. As he grew older, his abilities became more evident and more out of control. Object would unwillingly fly in his way . In fights they would unintentially hit his opponents and in some cases, they would unintentially hit him. At the age of 21, he lived in a monestary where he learned to control it to a point. He lasted several years there, but his patience wouldn't allow him to gain complete controle. He still doesn't have full control, but he is learning. Derik has done many things in his life to help himself get by. He will do any type of job needed. This includes jobs such as bounty hunting, assasination, smuggling, and he has even helped out the Jedi here and there. He only knows little of the Jedi. Mostly that they are much like him, but most of them are far more powerful. He has no will to join the Jedi nor the the Sith, but has no problem helping out either side.
Skills: (Pick 3) Repair, Snipers Aim, Dueling
Ship Name: The Rystal (Starsaber MK1- Fighter. He aquired it in a game of chance from a trader. Then killed the trader when he refused to give it to him.)
RP Sample:
Derik had been walking through the woods of Endore for a while now. It had been a while since he had been home to visit. Sometimes he'd just as soon forget the past then try to forgive it. He tried not to think of his past experiences and live for the here and now. He knew that the future was unseen. He was at the spot, but there seemed to be no sign of . . . Ah, he was here. A skinny hut, probably the skinniest you would see, if you can even call them skinny, slid his way up to Derik. “You understand why I wanted to meet here?” The hut said in his crud language.
“Yes. It exclusive and out of the way.”
“I have a job for you.” Derik took a breath. “I want you to kill a man.”
“Would this be any man, or did you have someone in mind?”
The hut gave him a sharp look. “They told me you had a smart mouth. But they also told me you were the best. His name is Dell Walkins. He's a trader that hangs out on Tatooine.”
“And why is he being murdered?”
“That's none of you business.” The hut started sliding away.
“Excuse me. This man is about to be killed. I make it a point to know what crimes they have committed before I do the job. So either you tell me, or you find another person to do your dirty work.”
The hut stopped, taking a breath. “After taking my money for a job he never did, he turned around and murdered someone dear to me. I want him dead. You will get your money when you bring me his head.”
“As you wish.” The flight to Tatooine didn't take very long. If anything, it was mostly boring. Derik stopped at a few bars and spaceports on the planet to try and locate him. He was finally given a tip that this Dell was at Mosicelies. He stepped up to the bar and asked the tender where he might find Dell. After pointing him out, Derik walked up to him. “Excuse me, might you be Dell?”
Dell looked at Derik and smiled. Instantly, Dell jumped out of his seat and at the same time, both lightsabers came out. As they clashed against each other, the red and white colors created a soft pink where they met. “Funny, you don't strike me as the Jedi type.”
“I was just thinking the same thing about you.” Their sabers swung here and there clashing together. By this time, everyone around them had cleared out. “I have a message for you. Jeso the Hut says hello, and hopes your death is slow and painful.”
“I don't plan on dying tonight loner.” Dell pushed his hand out causing Derik to fly backwards. Noticing Dell had taken off, Derik got to his feet and took off after him. Derik looked around as he chased Dell and noticed a couple of barrels not too far ahead of Dell. With a swift move of his eyes, the barrels fell in front of him and he tripped trying to avoid the barrels. He managed to get to his feet just as Derik reached him.
“It's time to finish it Dell. The sabers clashed some more, both putting out fancy moves as they fought. However, Dell made one fatal error. He lunged for Derik and as he did so, Derik jumped, flipping over him. As Derik landed, he thrust his lightsaber through Dells heart. After Dell fell to the ground, Derik cut off his head and took off back to his fighter.
Dells head hung off Deriks right hand and dangled in front of Jeso the Hut. With a huge smile on Jesos face, he handed Derik his bag of gold. “Beautiful. Now I know who to go to if I need anything done.”
Race: Human
Age: 32
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 195
Appearance: Derik is a tall scraggly looking fellow with short straight hair. His face is a little round but a little thin at the same time. He has a goatee and changes his clothes often so he will not be recognized.
Birth place: Endore
Profession: Neither of those. He is sorta a jack of all trades. He has done a little bounty hunting, a little trade, he's smuggled a few things, and other things as well. He does what he needs to to survive.
Bio: Derik was born on Endore while his parents lived there in hopes to escape bounties on their heads. When he turned eight years old, on the day of his birthday, his parents were sliced in half by a Sith. They were not Jedi nor were they sensative to the fource. Derik is unsure where the ability came from, but he is willing to find out in time. He spent the next 10 years bouncing from one relative to another. His anger led him to get in trouble too many times and on some planets to flee from the law. Derik has always remembered having some sort of ability. Usually it was with moving objects, but he never really understood it completely. As he grew older, his abilities became more evident and more out of control. Object would unwillingly fly in his way . In fights they would unintentially hit his opponents and in some cases, they would unintentially hit him. At the age of 21, he lived in a monestary where he learned to control it to a point. He lasted several years there, but his patience wouldn't allow him to gain complete controle. He still doesn't have full control, but he is learning. Derik has done many things in his life to help himself get by. He will do any type of job needed. This includes jobs such as bounty hunting, assasination, smuggling, and he has even helped out the Jedi here and there. He only knows little of the Jedi. Mostly that they are much like him, but most of them are far more powerful. He has no will to join the Jedi nor the the Sith, but has no problem helping out either side.
Skills: (Pick 3) Repair, Snipers Aim, Dueling
Ship Name: The Rystal (Starsaber MK1- Fighter. He aquired it in a game of chance from a trader. Then killed the trader when he refused to give it to him.)
RP Sample:
Derik had been walking through the woods of Endore for a while now. It had been a while since he had been home to visit. Sometimes he'd just as soon forget the past then try to forgive it. He tried not to think of his past experiences and live for the here and now. He knew that the future was unseen. He was at the spot, but there seemed to be no sign of . . . Ah, he was here. A skinny hut, probably the skinniest you would see, if you can even call them skinny, slid his way up to Derik. “You understand why I wanted to meet here?” The hut said in his crud language.
“Yes. It exclusive and out of the way.”
“I have a job for you.” Derik took a breath. “I want you to kill a man.”
“Would this be any man, or did you have someone in mind?”
The hut gave him a sharp look. “They told me you had a smart mouth. But they also told me you were the best. His name is Dell Walkins. He's a trader that hangs out on Tatooine.”
“And why is he being murdered?”
“That's none of you business.” The hut started sliding away.
“Excuse me. This man is about to be killed. I make it a point to know what crimes they have committed before I do the job. So either you tell me, or you find another person to do your dirty work.”
The hut stopped, taking a breath. “After taking my money for a job he never did, he turned around and murdered someone dear to me. I want him dead. You will get your money when you bring me his head.”
“As you wish.” The flight to Tatooine didn't take very long. If anything, it was mostly boring. Derik stopped at a few bars and spaceports on the planet to try and locate him. He was finally given a tip that this Dell was at Mosicelies. He stepped up to the bar and asked the tender where he might find Dell. After pointing him out, Derik walked up to him. “Excuse me, might you be Dell?”
Dell looked at Derik and smiled. Instantly, Dell jumped out of his seat and at the same time, both lightsabers came out. As they clashed against each other, the red and white colors created a soft pink where they met. “Funny, you don't strike me as the Jedi type.”
“I was just thinking the same thing about you.” Their sabers swung here and there clashing together. By this time, everyone around them had cleared out. “I have a message for you. Jeso the Hut says hello, and hopes your death is slow and painful.”
“I don't plan on dying tonight loner.” Dell pushed his hand out causing Derik to fly backwards. Noticing Dell had taken off, Derik got to his feet and took off after him. Derik looked around as he chased Dell and noticed a couple of barrels not too far ahead of Dell. With a swift move of his eyes, the barrels fell in front of him and he tripped trying to avoid the barrels. He managed to get to his feet just as Derik reached him.
“It's time to finish it Dell. The sabers clashed some more, both putting out fancy moves as they fought. However, Dell made one fatal error. He lunged for Derik and as he did so, Derik jumped, flipping over him. As Derik landed, he thrust his lightsaber through Dells heart. After Dell fell to the ground, Derik cut off his head and took off back to his fighter.
Dells head hung off Deriks right hand and dangled in front of Jeso the Hut. With a huge smile on Jesos face, he handed Derik his bag of gold. “Beautiful. Now I know who to go to if I need anything done.”
