Post by Sporky on Jun 2, 2010 19:16:20 GMT -5
Name: Grigor Marcellius Sark
Race: Human/Umbaran hybrid
Age: 45
Height: 6'2
Weight: 155 lbs
Birth place: Alderaan
Appearance:
Grigor Sark:Grigor Sark is the man behind it all, as well as the face that deals with the Republic. Grigor is a tall and gaunt man, with very pale skin and sunken blue-green eyes. He keeps his hair short, and is possibly showing signs of balding. His face is long and narrow, and people say it just looks unnerving. For clothing, suits are what he is usually seen wearing, always a medium or dark shade of blue.
Harmond Slade: Harmond is the alias/hologram Grigor uses when running Redfac weapons, a Mandalorian sympathizer and small-scale weapons producer. He is a muscular and thick-set man. He has a visible scar running down his right jawline, which he attests to receiving in a fight with a Hawk-bat.
Soma Amruko: Soma is the alias/hologram Grigor uses when running Amruko Industries, a company producing weapons for the Sith Empire. He is an unremarkable man, tall and healthily plump. He does not attract nor repel attention. In a crowd, he blends in enough so that people notice him when they see him, but aren't particularly drawn to his looks.
Personality:
Grigor: Grigor appears to be a quirky man. He is friendly to most, and takes an interest in most Sark Industries research projects. When encountered in his office, he is almost always seen eating or just having finished a bowl on Kinyen-grown rice, and will talk for a few minutes about it if prompted. But everyone he encounters him agrees that there is something unnverving about his presence that they can't quite determine. Unbeknownst to everyone, though, Grigor fancies himself a god, pulling the strings of the ongoing war. True to his heritage, his is an ambitious schemer, and seeks to end up living like a king, a goal he is well on the way to achieving.
Harmond: Harmond, on the few occasions that he is seen in the Redfac workshops, is a gruff man, and firmly believes that the Mandalorians will rise and conquer the galaxy. While not an expert on how some of the "fancier" weapons work, he consistently designs durable weapons, usually of the rifle and shotgun variety.
Soma: Soma is usually a quiet man. When he does speak, he shows great disdain for the Republic, specifically the Jedi. To Soma, any great power should be used solely for the benefit of the user.
Profession:Crime Lord/ CEO of Sark Industries/Amruko Industries/Redfac Weapons
Skills:Being half Umbaran, Grigor is quite good at manipulating and fooling people. He is also quite adept at disguising his voice to sound like other people. As head of a major corporation, Grigor understandably has sound business sense and work ethic.
Attributes:
Physical Strength:4
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 3
Leadership: 7
Unarmed: 2
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 5
Alignment: -4
Bio: Grigor's origin is a tale of a politician and a "lady of the night." This politician was Sluis Varna, then an aide of the Umbaran senator in the Galactic Republic. Sluis' main vice was enjoying late-night meetings with a Human prostitute named Carmella Sark. In the three years they knew each other, their relationship never progressed any further than "romps" in the bedroom, and Sluis made sure Carmella knew this quite well. So, when she became pregnant, she feared that Sluis would have her and the child killed to protect his reputation. So, she fled to Alderaan, using the considerable amount of credits that Sluis had given her in their time together to purchase a home in Crevasse City, where Grigor was born.
From an early age, Grigor displayed a knack for manipuating people. As an toddler, a quivering lip and wide-eyed stare were usually all it took to get Carmella to give him an extra cookie or another bedtime story.
In his early school years, Grigor continued to use this talent. A small smile and statements like "I'll give you my lunch for free if you give me five credits" fooled classmates time and time again. His teachers always reported that he was a bright, promising student, and that he was a pleasure to teach. He quickly caught on to most of the simple math concepts taught to him, though it seemed he was a little slow with writing. The truth, however, was that he was above-average when he wrapped his mind around it.
In high school, Grigor was top of the class in sciences and math, but only pulled above-average grades in writing and art. His manipulation skills continued to develop, and Grigor found himself surrounded by a 'posse' of friends. But not just any friends. Grigor knew how to pick and choose the right people to associate with. Popular people. Smart people. Useful people.This attracted the attention of some of the 'easier' girls in the school. Grigor also knew how to pick and choose consorts. By shunning some of the particularly easy girls, but not all of them, he maintained the reputation that he wanted.
After graduation, Grigor stayed in touch with his high school gang, and the group ran various small businesses and services across throughout Crevasse City. The most lucrative of these services was a small droid repair shop they ran in a garage. Though none of them knew complex wiring, most of the droids brought to them suffered only from physical damage, or, occasionally, a burnt out photoreceptor. Grigor read droid repair datapads in his spare time, and, being naturally quite intelligent, was able to reliably repair amost all civilian commercial droids by the time he was 25.
When Grigor was 26, he turned his group's droid repair operation into a full-fledged business. He found a suitable place to live on one of the high levels, and started planning his new endeavor. He purchased space on one of the (At the time) newer levels, and opened Grigor's Droids and Droid Accessories, known simply as Grigor's. This was the start of the business empire that Grigor Sark would come to own.
Most would be satisfied with this. A stable business, with a steady inflow of credits. Grigor was already living a comfy life. But, he was not satisfied. Over the course of the next three years, he devoted his spare time to reading about planets,economies, trading practices and routes, companies that made it big, and where failed companies went wrong.
Grigor learned. Alderaan was, in his own opinion, an ideal place for him to have started on. Peaceful. Accommodating. Not a harsh market to compete in. But the galaxy is enormous. Plenty of room to build an empire. So Grigor plotted. When he was finished plotting, things moved rather quickly.
As Grigor moved through life, Carmella was behind him, supporting her son. Though she wasn't happy of the "gang" he had assembled in high school, her fears were abated when they went into legitimate business. She had nothing but pride for the son she had raised, and Grigor kept his mother well supported throughout her life.
When Grigor was 31, Sark Industries was a newborn company, born from his original droid shop as well as a few purchased tool and electronics stores on the same level. Shortly before his 33rd birthday, the first Sark Industries factory went up; a small one, for the manufacturing of the popular TS-series bodyguard droids. The credits were rolling in, but Grigor felt that Sark Industries might become a "one-hit wonder." Mid-way through his 33nd year of life, Grigor bought a fledgling weapons manufacturing plant on Balmorra. This was both the first offworld Sark Industries building, as well as Sark's introduction to the weapons market.
Things went smoothly as such for Grigor for a long time. Factories and offices popped up on core worlds, with agents scouting out worlds in other regions for interest. Credits rolled in. He had influence. He had power. He had women. Grigor was finally quite content.
Then, the war broke out. Grigor's eyes were opened to a new idea. Multiple factions meant a bigger consumer base. More credits. More power. But Sark Industries was firmly a Republic and civillian-supporting company. Once again, Grigor plotted.
Then, he got an idea. Dummy corporations. Two unique companies, supplying to the Mandalorians and the Sith. So, for the first time in a long time, Grigor Sark built something. Hologram droids. He would use these to operate his dummy companies. The aliases would have to have paper and backgrounds forged. But that was no trouble.
Currently, Sark Industries is a gigantic corporation, supplying all manner of products to the Republic and civillians. Redfac Weapons, a very small Mandalorian sympathizing company, does its job well, providing mostly rifle and shotgun weapons to the Mandalorians. Amruko Industries, a Sith Empire company, also does its job, and keeps the Empire stocked with weapons and ships that strike fear in the hearts of Republic troops. In the middle of it all is Grigor Marcellius Sark. A warmonger who fancies himself a god, pulling the strings of the entire galaxy.
RP Sample:
Fly me to the moon~ Let me play among the stars- The door to Grigor Sark's office slid open. Olrox Sarna, head of droid research for Sark Industries entered, carrying a small avian droid. Grigor,absorbed in music and a datapad, looked up, switching the player off. "What have you brought me today, Olrox? Hmm?" he asked, tilting his head. The half-Ropagu approached Grigor's desk, and laid the droid on it. "The droid you found, sir, is fixed. We removed what we could salvage of the EMP generator. From what we can tell, it's ready. Grigor's mouth turned up into a smile, and he looked at the droid"Yes..good. Very good.." He regarded Olrox. "I'm sure you're a busy man. I won't take up any more of your time. You can go back to your projects."Olrox bowed, and left the room. The door slided closed. Grigor's smile widened into a manic grin."Well well, little birdy..what secrets do you hold?"
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Legion sat on a workbench, while Grigor put the finishing touches on the newest module, which simply looked like the business end of a blaster. "Module test #32:Tracking dart launcher." Grigor plugged the module into Legion's back, and the familiar's photoreceptors flashed. Grigor pressed a button on the side of the workbench, and a mannequin on a pole rose from the floor."Fire at will." Legion turned to face the mannequin, and leaned over slightly. A small dart shot out of the module, and burrowed into the mannequin. The droid turned its back to Grigor, and a small screen on the back of the module flipped up and turned on. Grigor's manic grin appeared. "Excellent..."
Vornskr
HP: 90
Attack:16
Defense:12
Special Attack:17
Special Defense:15
Speed:19
EXP:75
Drop:
-Vornskr fang (30%)
Model #: AER-02
Status: Repaired
Special Ability: In his default state, Legion is capable of nothing more than taking notes, recording messages, and other secretary things. When hooked into a module, however, Legion is capable of whatever the module is designed for, at the expense of sometimes looking ridiculous.
Assigned Name: Legion
Role: Secretary/multipurpose
Arheim'sSPORKY'S notes: 02 was recovered in a field by Grigor Sark, and was repaired over the course of a year by the research team of the Sark Industries droid division. 02's EMP generator was removed for study, and 02 was eventually modified to be nothing more than a secretary. Grigor himself eventually designed a series of modules for 02, and dubbed him Legion.
Personality: N/A
"Adoption" Status: Legion belongs to Grigor Sark now. >:3 Be afeared. Oh. And he's been painted black. :3
Race: Human/Umbaran hybrid
Age: 45
Height: 6'2
Weight: 155 lbs
Birth place: Alderaan
Appearance:
Grigor Sark:Grigor Sark is the man behind it all, as well as the face that deals with the Republic. Grigor is a tall and gaunt man, with very pale skin and sunken blue-green eyes. He keeps his hair short, and is possibly showing signs of balding. His face is long and narrow, and people say it just looks unnerving. For clothing, suits are what he is usually seen wearing, always a medium or dark shade of blue.
Harmond Slade: Harmond is the alias/hologram Grigor uses when running Redfac weapons, a Mandalorian sympathizer and small-scale weapons producer. He is a muscular and thick-set man. He has a visible scar running down his right jawline, which he attests to receiving in a fight with a Hawk-bat.
Soma Amruko: Soma is the alias/hologram Grigor uses when running Amruko Industries, a company producing weapons for the Sith Empire. He is an unremarkable man, tall and healthily plump. He does not attract nor repel attention. In a crowd, he blends in enough so that people notice him when they see him, but aren't particularly drawn to his looks.
Personality:
Grigor: Grigor appears to be a quirky man. He is friendly to most, and takes an interest in most Sark Industries research projects. When encountered in his office, he is almost always seen eating or just having finished a bowl on Kinyen-grown rice, and will talk for a few minutes about it if prompted. But everyone he encounters him agrees that there is something unnverving about his presence that they can't quite determine. Unbeknownst to everyone, though, Grigor fancies himself a god, pulling the strings of the ongoing war. True to his heritage, his is an ambitious schemer, and seeks to end up living like a king, a goal he is well on the way to achieving.
Harmond: Harmond, on the few occasions that he is seen in the Redfac workshops, is a gruff man, and firmly believes that the Mandalorians will rise and conquer the galaxy. While not an expert on how some of the "fancier" weapons work, he consistently designs durable weapons, usually of the rifle and shotgun variety.
Soma: Soma is usually a quiet man. When he does speak, he shows great disdain for the Republic, specifically the Jedi. To Soma, any great power should be used solely for the benefit of the user.
Profession:Crime Lord/ CEO of Sark Industries/Amruko Industries/Redfac Weapons
Skills:Being half Umbaran, Grigor is quite good at manipulating and fooling people. He is also quite adept at disguising his voice to sound like other people. As head of a major corporation, Grigor understandably has sound business sense and work ethic.
Attributes:
Physical Strength:4
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 3
Leadership: 7
Unarmed: 2
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 5
Alignment: -4
Bio: Grigor's origin is a tale of a politician and a "lady of the night." This politician was Sluis Varna, then an aide of the Umbaran senator in the Galactic Republic. Sluis' main vice was enjoying late-night meetings with a Human prostitute named Carmella Sark. In the three years they knew each other, their relationship never progressed any further than "romps" in the bedroom, and Sluis made sure Carmella knew this quite well. So, when she became pregnant, she feared that Sluis would have her and the child killed to protect his reputation. So, she fled to Alderaan, using the considerable amount of credits that Sluis had given her in their time together to purchase a home in Crevasse City, where Grigor was born.
From an early age, Grigor displayed a knack for manipuating people. As an toddler, a quivering lip and wide-eyed stare were usually all it took to get Carmella to give him an extra cookie or another bedtime story.
In his early school years, Grigor continued to use this talent. A small smile and statements like "I'll give you my lunch for free if you give me five credits" fooled classmates time and time again. His teachers always reported that he was a bright, promising student, and that he was a pleasure to teach. He quickly caught on to most of the simple math concepts taught to him, though it seemed he was a little slow with writing. The truth, however, was that he was above-average when he wrapped his mind around it.
In high school, Grigor was top of the class in sciences and math, but only pulled above-average grades in writing and art. His manipulation skills continued to develop, and Grigor found himself surrounded by a 'posse' of friends. But not just any friends. Grigor knew how to pick and choose the right people to associate with. Popular people. Smart people. Useful people.This attracted the attention of some of the 'easier' girls in the school. Grigor also knew how to pick and choose consorts. By shunning some of the particularly easy girls, but not all of them, he maintained the reputation that he wanted.
After graduation, Grigor stayed in touch with his high school gang, and the group ran various small businesses and services across throughout Crevasse City. The most lucrative of these services was a small droid repair shop they ran in a garage. Though none of them knew complex wiring, most of the droids brought to them suffered only from physical damage, or, occasionally, a burnt out photoreceptor. Grigor read droid repair datapads in his spare time, and, being naturally quite intelligent, was able to reliably repair amost all civilian commercial droids by the time he was 25.
When Grigor was 26, he turned his group's droid repair operation into a full-fledged business. He found a suitable place to live on one of the high levels, and started planning his new endeavor. He purchased space on one of the (At the time) newer levels, and opened Grigor's Droids and Droid Accessories, known simply as Grigor's. This was the start of the business empire that Grigor Sark would come to own.
Most would be satisfied with this. A stable business, with a steady inflow of credits. Grigor was already living a comfy life. But, he was not satisfied. Over the course of the next three years, he devoted his spare time to reading about planets,economies, trading practices and routes, companies that made it big, and where failed companies went wrong.
Grigor learned. Alderaan was, in his own opinion, an ideal place for him to have started on. Peaceful. Accommodating. Not a harsh market to compete in. But the galaxy is enormous. Plenty of room to build an empire. So Grigor plotted. When he was finished plotting, things moved rather quickly.
As Grigor moved through life, Carmella was behind him, supporting her son. Though she wasn't happy of the "gang" he had assembled in high school, her fears were abated when they went into legitimate business. She had nothing but pride for the son she had raised, and Grigor kept his mother well supported throughout her life.
When Grigor was 31, Sark Industries was a newborn company, born from his original droid shop as well as a few purchased tool and electronics stores on the same level. Shortly before his 33rd birthday, the first Sark Industries factory went up; a small one, for the manufacturing of the popular TS-series bodyguard droids. The credits were rolling in, but Grigor felt that Sark Industries might become a "one-hit wonder." Mid-way through his 33nd year of life, Grigor bought a fledgling weapons manufacturing plant on Balmorra. This was both the first offworld Sark Industries building, as well as Sark's introduction to the weapons market.
Things went smoothly as such for Grigor for a long time. Factories and offices popped up on core worlds, with agents scouting out worlds in other regions for interest. Credits rolled in. He had influence. He had power. He had women. Grigor was finally quite content.
Then, the war broke out. Grigor's eyes were opened to a new idea. Multiple factions meant a bigger consumer base. More credits. More power. But Sark Industries was firmly a Republic and civillian-supporting company. Once again, Grigor plotted.
Then, he got an idea. Dummy corporations. Two unique companies, supplying to the Mandalorians and the Sith. So, for the first time in a long time, Grigor Sark built something. Hologram droids. He would use these to operate his dummy companies. The aliases would have to have paper and backgrounds forged. But that was no trouble.
Currently, Sark Industries is a gigantic corporation, supplying all manner of products to the Republic and civillians. Redfac Weapons, a very small Mandalorian sympathizing company, does its job well, providing mostly rifle and shotgun weapons to the Mandalorians. Amruko Industries, a Sith Empire company, also does its job, and keeps the Empire stocked with weapons and ships that strike fear in the hearts of Republic troops. In the middle of it all is Grigor Marcellius Sark. A warmonger who fancies himself a god, pulling the strings of the entire galaxy.
RP Sample:
Fly me to the moon~ Let me play among the stars- The door to Grigor Sark's office slid open. Olrox Sarna, head of droid research for Sark Industries entered, carrying a small avian droid. Grigor,absorbed in music and a datapad, looked up, switching the player off. "What have you brought me today, Olrox? Hmm?" he asked, tilting his head. The half-Ropagu approached Grigor's desk, and laid the droid on it. "The droid you found, sir, is fixed. We removed what we could salvage of the EMP generator. From what we can tell, it's ready. Grigor's mouth turned up into a smile, and he looked at the droid"Yes..good. Very good.." He regarded Olrox. "I'm sure you're a busy man. I won't take up any more of your time. You can go back to your projects."Olrox bowed, and left the room. The door slided closed. Grigor's smile widened into a manic grin."Well well, little birdy..what secrets do you hold?"
_________________
Legion sat on a workbench, while Grigor put the finishing touches on the newest module, which simply looked like the business end of a blaster. "Module test #32:Tracking dart launcher." Grigor plugged the module into Legion's back, and the familiar's photoreceptors flashed. Grigor pressed a button on the side of the workbench, and a mannequin on a pole rose from the floor."Fire at will." Legion turned to face the mannequin, and leaned over slightly. A small dart shot out of the module, and burrowed into the mannequin. The droid turned its back to Grigor, and a small screen on the back of the module flipped up and turned on. Grigor's manic grin appeared. "Excellent..."
Vornskr
HP: 90
Attack:16
Defense:12
Special Attack:17
Special Defense:15
Speed:19
EXP:75
Drop:
-Vornskr fang (30%)
Model #: AER-02
Status: Repaired
Special Ability: In his default state, Legion is capable of nothing more than taking notes, recording messages, and other secretary things. When hooked into a module, however, Legion is capable of whatever the module is designed for, at the expense of sometimes looking ridiculous.
Assigned Name: Legion
Role: Secretary/multipurpose
Personality: N/A
"Adoption" Status: Legion belongs to Grigor Sark now. >:3 Be afeared. Oh. And he's been painted black. :3
