Post by Poludnica on Jun 8, 2012 2:42:48 GMT -5
Name:Sivan 'Yu' Yidrathi
Age: 25
Race:Near-human:(Human/Firrerreo) Humerreo? Idk <.<
Birth place:Ruan
Height: 6'2''
Weight: 174 lbs
Eye Color: Warm brown
Hair Color: Brown
Appearance:
I don't claim ownership of this image, I did tweak it in PS but original picture was snatched from photbucket. No idea who is the author.
In the Galaxy so rich in many oddities, Sivan doesn't really stand out. Born from a union of two species not this different from each other, he is not something unusual nor this rare. His skin is golden in hue but doesn't change with emotions as would in a pure Firrerreo. Sivan's canines are also sharp, much longer than those of a human but hair are of dull, muddy brown with no other color highlighting them. Light, chocolate brown eyes are accompanied by a pair of nictitating eyelids but despite this trait Sivan has little ability to see in ultraviolet spectrum and it gives him a headache. His features are not particularly handsome if a bit exotic. Evenly and symmetrically shaped but there is nothing exceptional to draw one's eye.
Spec ops training gave him lean, very cut musculature. Not as strong as many of his fellow brothers-in-arms, he is one of those quick, acrobatic types and you can clearly see it the way his body is built. He keeps himself in shape with daily work-out.
It is hard to say how old Sivan is only by looking at him; the Firrerreo blood gives him this ageless visage and you are not sure if he is a boy barely out of his teens or a young adult nearing his thirties. Depends who will you ask, you will get different answers and the man is not very willing to share the information.
When it comes to clothing Sivan prefers simple, neat and utilitarian style thought he pays attention to have his garments spotless. There can be mess around him and in his life but shoes have to shine. No jewelery of course, that is for girls. Even a fancy watch would earn his scoff.
Not to get any scars in his line of work is nearly impossible and Sivan is not an exception. Even if granted with much faster tissue regeneration than a human would have his body couldn't heal two burns that create one, large scarring on his ribcage.
Personality:
Sivan is a nice person. It hardly seems like a likely trait from a man who regularly engages in hardship of soldier's life and derives most of his enjoyment at cards from cheating, but it's true. This simple fact already says there is curious dualism about Sivan. At one hand he is obedient, easy going disciplined and follows the rules, but on the other...When off duty or when he can get away with it, Sivan often shows his second nature – an inborn tendency to mischief that shows in a gambling streak, occasional alcohol abuse and pranks.
Military is not a place to serve the Republic, it is a place to test ones resolve, gain respect and have life free of boredom. As a cheerful person he often felt compelled to lift his friends and teammates spirit with lighthearted jokes. Although couple of times he did cross the line that earned him a reprimand. In small matters he can be a shameless liar, but good on his word when it comes to duty and deals.
He rarely gets truly angry, having rather good self-control when it comes to emotions, even if Sivan just stuffs them down, not willing to show how much someone could hurt him. It often ends up with sudden eruption of fury when enough things piles up on each other. Most of his emotional responses center around either irritation or happiness as he had always problems in naming more painful feelings – sadness is something very abstract to him, at least on conscious level.
Some things changed though, after the episode of depression he had suffered and his natural cheerfulness took a slight turn toward passive aggressive snarkiness, especially when he was discharged from spec ops to serve on a simple military vessel as chef of all things to be later finally thanked for his duty due to emotional issues. Sense of unjust punishment made him begrudging. Finding himself severely lacking any good adrenaline rush, Sivan is often restless and irritated, prone to taking risky jobs.
There is a crack in his carefully built armor of happy confidence – women. Sivan gets easily flustered and almost literally loses his tongue when faced with a girl he considers attractive. Thankfully with his standards not many of them are...Especially not military women; he learned long ago to forget that soldiers has genders. It was hard, sometimes impossible but the last thing Sivan wanted is to be punished for fraternization - he left military but old habits didn't left him.
Yu identifies strongly with the Corellian culture; he dislikes anyone making fun of it or people who claim half-Corellian is not a full one.... His mindset is largely human due to the upbringing and he prefers to identify himself with his mother's people; it is not wise to remind him of his second heritage – one of those things that can trigger his angry button.
Strong moral compass became blurry as of late also. Bounty hunting was always a job that touched criminal underworld. Yu tries to stay faithful to innocent, sometimes naive ideals but often finds himself forced into choice between staying true to the image of a noble 'good guy' and money for food. Military always helped in naming what was good and evil in the world but now lines grew vague and Sivan is often at loss as such freedom threatens his moral integrity.
Profession: Bounty Hunter
Previous Faction/Rank: Republic Special Ops - Navy / Private
Equipment:
Slug thrower sniper rifle.
Two blaster pistols.
Military grade knife.
Starship: Nope.
Skills:
Surprisingly – Cooking.
Gunslinger - very good with sniper rifles and handguns.
Sprinter- he can run very, very fast for a very long time. Though in turn he is not that strong in terms of raw muscle power.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 7
Leadership:3
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 8
Bio:
"How can you kick out this little puppy of a person?"
This story started with a Corellian researcher working Ruan. She was a rational, down to earth woman in her early thirties. Lonely and utterly swallowed by work on biochemistry of plants she had little time for any relationships, chasing away many potential suitors with cold and aloof attitude. At least until a mercenary appeared at the doorstep of her office carrying very rare species of anthurium. The facility had put up a handsome sum of money for the plant that only grew in harsh mountains plagued by constant snowstorms. Not even in speeders the scientists dared to go there but a single grey jedi had solved their problem.
The man was handsome: his skin had odd, golden shin to it and features were phenomenally sculpted. He looked like nearing his forties but that certainly wasn't the case. The way he spoke and behaved betrayed someone much older. Curious and socially awkward as always, Naima Marit followed the Firrerreo to his speeder. After small chit chat she asked for a meeting in typical for her, straightforward manner. Not even mildly surprised, the man agreed if with a bit of hesitation. And so it started.
As Sivan's mother learned over those few years the relationship lasted, the Firrerreo's name was Evvin Yidrathi. Couple of centuries ago he used to be a Jedi but decades of such life began to weigh heavily on him. Many of those who trained with him as younglings had died, only few from an old age. It had made the former Jedi aware of hardships such life brought. In his story Evvin omitted a brief flirt with the dark side but that was something no one needed to know. If nearly five decades of constant power high you could call a brief flirt that is...
After four centuries all the man wanted was some peace and normalcy. Naima offered all that and more. Her job was dull, temperament moderate, background not that exciting. It was a perspective of nice, stable life for the next couple of decades. And for a time, it was good.
When Naima discovered she was with child the romantic bond between the two was already decaying. Neither of them were very skilled in maintaining long term relationships with Evvin lacking severely when it came to dealing with boredom of simple life and Naima being unable to put away work even for a bit. Their cultures were different, their views, their attitudes concerning even the simplest things. It just didn't work.
Evvin was fairly sure this child was some kind of desperate try to keep him, a notion that wounded Naima greatly. The facts were – he didn't want to be a parent, she pretended to be surprised. Evvin stayed, feeling burden of the unexpected duty. As much as he was afraid to be responsible so greatly for other being, it could be something new in his life, though it was obvious for both of them it was an emotional blackmail that kept them together. And for a time, it was...almost good.
The boy born on hot, summer night was healthy, aside from minor respiratory problems at the beginning there was nothing obviously wrong with him. Aside from mixed parentage but that was expected and didn't really bear much consequences, at least in a biological sense all worked mostly fine. Social was another matter...
The mother returned to work to vanish again in the mids of floral genome and complex chemical equations. In the meantime Evvin took simple mercenary jobs and young Sivan was left under his grandmother's care. She was a gentle and loving woman, a Corellian through and through. It was from her Sivan first heard of magnificent starships. A former naval officer, she was as rationale as her daughter but at the same time much softer round the personality edges. And the aged Corellian loved her grandson to tiny bits.
The good care made Sivan to grow up into rather cheerful and happy pre-schooler even if his parents' marriage was falling apart. Evvin accused Naima of spending so little time with their son to which she responded with very similar statement. Whereas the mother was too invested in her work to take care of Sivan, the father seemed to be afraid and awkward around the boy. At the beginning he was indeed scared of possible potential the child could have in terms of the Force but those fears were quickly put to rest. Sivan had a force sensitivity of a brick wall. The source of Evvin's behavior must have been something else...Not that anyone inquired, really.
Finally when Sivan was five, the marriage fell apart completely and his father moved out, but didn't lose contact with his son as Naima wanted. At least few times a year he would visit Sivan even if for a brief time. Unhappy about it, the woman would move out for this time leaving the boy with nagging feeling there was something wrong in spending time with his father. Regardless, he liked those visits though as years passed he grew angry with Evvin's being just a guest in his life, especially when Naima became more and more controlling after going on early retirement, but it was a story for another chapter...
"What is your major malfunction, numbnuts? Didn't Mommy and Daddy show you enough attention when you were a child?"
Sivan went to school and two things happened. His father began to pull away, his visits getting even rarer than before and the boy was confronted with the fact he didn't really look like other kids. Majority of them were humans as Ruan immigrated species consisted mainly from them. It didn't bother him though, Sivan was not a victim material. Having sense of security from home when no one really highlighted in any way that not being fully human is something wrong or shameful, he didn't care for petty insults or cruel jokes coming from bullies. Few times he got into a fight over some childish squabbles but no more than any regular boy.
He forged friendships with humans and non-humans alike, was a good student if lazy but sharp mind inherited after his mother let him to make up for it easily. Enough to say Naima was very frustrated that such bright boy preferred to get dirty in a mud and run around after a ball. For Sivan, despite his natural intellectual aptitude, school books were not something interesting and for his mother it was a constant menace. Without a father who would take his side on this, the boy was left alone to deal with over ambitious, strict parent. For a time he managed this well, somewhat trying to satisfy the expectations and balancing it with need for physical activity.
Everything changed when his grandmother died and Sivan lost the closest person as well as natural buffer between him and Naima. He was twelve back then; changes that started in his body and mind which often is a stormy process, with him became even more so regarding the stressful circumstances. Previously rather unproblematic boy started to show disruptive behaviors in school and outside it. Brawls, truancy, vanishing for weekend parties – Sivan slowly turned into a different person which only fueled Naima's rage. He wouldn't learn; as if on purpose the boy failed subjects his mother considered the most important. He wouldn't listen to his mother who had only his best interest at heart, of course.
This led to an argument after an argument. Naima tried her best to make her son to see he was wasting his potential, throwing the life away. She loved him, on her own, apathetic way but Sivan saw only another trial to force him into doing things he despised. By the time the troublesome teenager was sixteen they barely talked to each other, exchanging only necessary information stripped of all emotions. Evvin vanished from his life for good and Sivan didn't even try to contact him although every year around Sivan's birthday there was a message and a small gift in his mailbox. The boy kept all this, despite anger brewing in him for his father's negligence.
"Simple, free your mind and the ass will follow."
After living with his mother for next year, Sivan had enough. Constant fights and financial as well as emotional blackmail were too much. On a day of his seventeen birthdays he enlisted. It was a way out from this life, this home and a chance to do something that mattered. Being raised mostly by his veteran grandmother had instilled a great respect and admiration toward the military, though the decision to join was made when he became sure the relationship with his family couldn't be salvaged. Sivan didn't want to stay in the school even if he was leaving few good friends in there but that was a regrettable sacrifice. One of many to come.
As still a minor, Sivan needed permission. It was pretty obvious Naima would never give it which meant another year of the little hell. Swallowing his pride, he called Evvin for the first time in his life. The Firrerreo was surprised to say the least but didn't waste any time to meet the boy which in turn was something to astonish Sivan. In the back of his mind he always thought father wouldn't care enough.
To call this meeting awkward would be an understatement. They were like two strangers if you didn't count undeniable family resemblance. Even if part Firrerreo Sivan was almost entirely human raised and aside from basic grasp of language his father used, there was nothing he would know about this alien culture. Evvin's behavior struck him as odd; at one hand seemed to respect, even love his son but at the same felt little remorse for leaving him all those years ago. What does a decade mean? It's just a moment. You could have called me... He explained, baffled slightly at the amount of anger and grudge his son harbored. In his eyes it was genuinely better to leave the boy with his mother for his childhood which would last only a heartbeat in terms of Firrerreo lifespan.
Sivan didn't understand, didn't really want to. He was not ready to forgive anything to anyone, he just wanted his papers signed. Evvin obliged, hoping one day the boy would see the reason. If Sivan felt the military was something for him, he was a free to do just that. Relieved, the future petty officer came back to his home for the last time, to pack his things.
To his surprise Naima didn't protest, building final wall between her and the wayward son.
'Don't think you can come back here.' The woman hissed through clenched teeth.
I won't. Sivan responded coldly and left the house for good. He didn't intend to come back.
Thus, his new life started. Physically he was fit and healthy individual, no one really made him any problems in getting enlisted. Psychological check up was also fine with only one worrying thing – perfectionist tendencies.
The bootcamp was a challenge but more because Sivan had to learn strict rule following and obedience which was a bit of a problem before. He had learned finally and discovered it was the best thing that had happened to him in years. The routine had given him safe structure and satisfied any need for control he might have; physical regime was tough but Sivan always loved it, relished in such activity. But most of all, it gave him a sense of belonging. His brothers-in-arms became his friends, something close to family. There were conflicts of course, small squabbles, even one fight but it never hindered Sivan's emotional attachment he formed with the group as a whole.
There he met his closest friend so far. Similar in spirit and personality, fiery haired Corellian became like a brother to him. They got drunk together, got int troubles together, sparred and talked. For a long time the two of them were inseparable. It was Alban who made up a nickname for Sivan and so he was now Yu to everyone on a ship they served together.
The young man by then also discovered one more thing – he loved guns. It was something he had natural talent for handling them. Short, long, big or small Sivan liked them all but he was especially fond of old fashion revolvers and handguns. Sniper rifles were his second choice. He could spend hours training with them long after others went on well deserved rest. The man would never leave the shooting range until at least six shots in a row hit the mark.
His adaptability and impressive scores earned him enough respect to be granted a chance for special operation training. It was his third time he applied but only now it ended up in a success. Without hesitation Sivan took this opportunity, since military was his entire life, there was no point in backing down now. To his surprise also Alban made it to the program. There was also friendly rivalry between the two, but the half-Firrerreo didn't mind. He was even glad there would be a friend around. And so at 21 Sivan left to become a spec ops.
”He had decided to live forever or die in the attempt, and his only mission each time he went up was to come down alive.”
He was exhausted. His muscles ached beyond belief and body chilled to the bone. That was now what he expected. After maneuvering through an obstacle course that would challenge the most agile men, Sivan was wondering if there was any life left in him. Few times the young man was close to giving up, that he couldn't do one more but the resolve kept his body going even if there was no physical strength to go on. This was something that pushed him to physical and mental limits. And what hurt more, he wasn't that good anymore. To be fair Sivan was one of the last when it came to raw power of muscles. His speed was still exceptional and ability to tun on long distances but in terms of fighting skills...Not so much.
As one of the youngest recruits, Yu suffered from constant frustration that there were better than him, much, much better. But he was also stubborn and liked his fellow trainees. He made it through basic 25 week training. Still it would be couple more years since he could see a true mission. For now it were just tactical exercises and more work out. As often he adjusted well if with small hiccups, finally settling for being mediocre but at least mediocre among special forces. When it came to malee fighting and unarmed he was still far behind older soldiers, making up in keen eyesight and stable hand when it came to guns. Through this time Sivan made friends, had two very short relationships with Coruscant girls and managed to stay close friends with Alban who would kick his ass every time during hand-to-hand sparring. Overall, it wasn't this bad of a time. Yu seemed to find his place in the Galaxy.
And then the Sith war came. His team was dispatched few times most of a time their missions ended up in a success without much losses. There were couple of deaths but that was the soldier's life risk and Yu handled this stress well, at least he thought so. That was until one mission went horribly , horribly wrong.
The wild, harsh planet Kuras IV was a shelter for one of the enemy bases. The intelligence reports claimed it was one of the main source of ammunition and supplies for the enemies in this sector. Yu's team was dispatched to make a reconnaissance and check of potential threat before full scale attack. What sounded like a simple task turned out to be a clever trap.
They didn't stand a chance with odds one against five. The order was plain and simple – retreat but even this was difficult. They were massacred, losing half of the team in less than thirty minutes of fighting. Yu saw Alban getting blown to pieces right after another explosion rendered him unconscious.
What saved him this day was not his skill as much as his Firrerreo blood and luck. The grenade threw him in the air and down the bare, cold hill which saved him from being found by the Sith forces. Few shrapnels embedded themselves in his body but no vital organ suffered. The bleeding stopped long before the rescue team managed to get to him thanks to Firrerreo fast regeneration ability. No one else survived.
Unfortunately mental scars didn't heal so quickly. It took him two months to have his body back in shape but something in him changed forever. Refusing to go through any kind of grief Yu wanted to be back in action as soon as was possible. For now his emotional state was estimated as stable though problems with sleep started. His physical condition seemed to suffer too – Sivan got tired easily but it seemed to be normal after such extensive damage even with Firrerreo biology.
The natural cheerfulness vanished, replaced by constant irritation and grumpiness. Finally after another brawl his superior sent him for another psyche evaluation. Mild reactive depression was diagnosed and proper medication issued. If Yu would be entirely honest, the result would be much different. He still kept up facade of proper functioning but inside everything seemed to die. His emotions became flat, nothing brought happiness and there was no single night without a nightmare. After one such dream Yu opened the bottle, took all the pills and downed three glasses of Corellian ale.
Later in the hospital he refused to admit it was a suicide attempt but a simple overdose and reckless use of alcohol. It helped that his regeneration system kicked in and made Sivan to throw up most of the drug before any help came. One of his army buddies found him half-conscious on the floor. Despite this explanation the psychologist changed diagnosis to severe PTSD reactive depression episode and ordered therapy in a special hospital. Yu's career in special ops was over and staying in the navy as a whole hanged by a thread.
It took almost six months to get Yu's broken mind back together in which helped a very surprising occurrence - his father visited him. Sivan looked at him as if he was a ghost from long lost past. This he didn't expect. Evvin explained he would come sooner but dangerous business on Dantooine kept him busy. It was Naima that contacted him saying their worthless son got himself almost killed. She was now happily married again and didn't want to have anything to do with this mess. Evvin couldn't imagine how much this woman had grown bitter over the years. Yu was still his child after all, being young and foolish only meant he needed more help now.
At first Sivan refused to see him but Evvin was stubborn and centuries taught him patience. He appeared every day at the same hour and waited till the last visitor left. After second week Yu gave up and they started to talk. To his surprise, it seemed they understood each other much better or maybe it was just him that grew up. Slowly Sivan discovered little things they had in common but most of all it was Evvin's attitude that made him more open. His father didn't judge, didn't criticize, didn't form opinions. The teenage anger seemed meaningless now and petty.
It shouldn't have happened... He complained one day and for the first time in years began to cry.
Evvin didn't say a word but embrace his son, remembering how many lost loved ones his centuries carried. Yu would understand the meaning of loss as well.
Even if the initial evaluation brought moderate results and Sivan was placed on an extended leave until the decision about his discharge is made. So it happened the review commission decided the suicide attempt and 'fragile' emotional condition and PTSD earned Yu a discharged for medical reasons. The information didn't come as a shock though, it was something Sivan expected or maybe even wanted.
Having nothing but skills and couple of weapons the near-human began a fledgling career of a bounty hunter. For a year he managed to find two fugitives but many jobs ended in a spectacular failure. The young man had to face the truth he was still a tiny fish in a very, very big pond where competition had always been fierce and hazy rules unforgiven. There was one clear benefit though – after dozen of brawls in various shady bars: broken ribs, dislocated jaw, smashed nose Sivan could say he handled himself in an unarmed combat slightly better than before.
RP Sample:
Sparkling shin reflected in the vast spaces of water. Capricious tendrils of sunlight danced across the calm surface, evaporating tiny droplets of water that spread salty, humid smell in the air. The stench of fish oysters and various slimy organisms Sivan couldn't name. His golden streak nose wrinkled slightly as the young near-human passed one of the market stands in a giant coral city. One of the few solid land marks on the planet. The endless oceans and seas covered the place, making it almost inhabitable for mammals, but also a good hide out when a large bounty hung on your head.
The young soldier stopped shortly from the dock's edge. Down below was only endless water ready to swallow careless tourists. Sivan looked down, his brown gaze fixing on a slowly drifting medusa. Where did you go? The target was near by, had to be. A part of him idly wished for some of the powers his father possessed, finding people would be this much easier. The near-human clicked his tongue and looked around. Nothing. Few market stands with alien customers loitering about. Like a stone in the water...Literally.
With bored expression he fished out a datapad from a pocket of his worn, synthetic jacket and flicked it on with his calloused finger. The small hologram came to life – a human man in his late thirties. Average looking dock worker and rather plain persona, no one would say he had killed three people back on Coruscant. Sivan had a nice body count after years of service but that was just a regrettable duty. This one was a small time criminal and a killer, though taken alive if possible. That wasn't really Sivan's specialty, he was trained to take down an enemy from a safe distance, not to coddle them and feed for days until a Republic official appears.
Sighing with frustration, he tucked way the holo and decided to grab a drink. Maybe that would help him think more clearly. Hopefully there were some bars that sold something more than sea weed ale, though Yu wasn't this sure. Tibrin didn't proud itself as a great spot for tourists. ”Just my luck.” The near-human muttered and turned away from the ocean. Some of the salty mist already began to gather on his snythskin pants and bantha leather shoes which coaxed an annoyed groan from his brownish lips. Taught by seven years of strict discipline, Sivan began to meticulously clean his precious clothes when a beastly racket forced his attention away from whitish stains.
Huh... Something was happening around the corner he so recently passed. Narrowing his eyes. The near-human intuitively reached for his custom made blaster. Shouts in basic cut through the moist air, rising above normal Ishi-tib gurgling chatter. Maybe the Force was merciful for him today and the dull search was over. Maybe...
*Various quotes titles come from MASH, Platoon, Catch 22 and Full Metal Jacket
Age: 25
Race:Near-human:(Human/Firrerreo) Humerreo? Idk <.<
Birth place:Ruan
Height: 6'2''
Weight: 174 lbs
Eye Color: Warm brown
Hair Color: Brown
Appearance:
I don't claim ownership of this image, I did tweak it in PS but original picture was snatched from photbucket. No idea who is the author.
In the Galaxy so rich in many oddities, Sivan doesn't really stand out. Born from a union of two species not this different from each other, he is not something unusual nor this rare. His skin is golden in hue but doesn't change with emotions as would in a pure Firrerreo. Sivan's canines are also sharp, much longer than those of a human but hair are of dull, muddy brown with no other color highlighting them. Light, chocolate brown eyes are accompanied by a pair of nictitating eyelids but despite this trait Sivan has little ability to see in ultraviolet spectrum and it gives him a headache. His features are not particularly handsome if a bit exotic. Evenly and symmetrically shaped but there is nothing exceptional to draw one's eye.
Spec ops training gave him lean, very cut musculature. Not as strong as many of his fellow brothers-in-arms, he is one of those quick, acrobatic types and you can clearly see it the way his body is built. He keeps himself in shape with daily work-out.
It is hard to say how old Sivan is only by looking at him; the Firrerreo blood gives him this ageless visage and you are not sure if he is a boy barely out of his teens or a young adult nearing his thirties. Depends who will you ask, you will get different answers and the man is not very willing to share the information.
When it comes to clothing Sivan prefers simple, neat and utilitarian style thought he pays attention to have his garments spotless. There can be mess around him and in his life but shoes have to shine. No jewelery of course, that is for girls. Even a fancy watch would earn his scoff.
Not to get any scars in his line of work is nearly impossible and Sivan is not an exception. Even if granted with much faster tissue regeneration than a human would have his body couldn't heal two burns that create one, large scarring on his ribcage.
Personality:
Sivan is a nice person. It hardly seems like a likely trait from a man who regularly engages in hardship of soldier's life and derives most of his enjoyment at cards from cheating, but it's true. This simple fact already says there is curious dualism about Sivan. At one hand he is obedient, easy going disciplined and follows the rules, but on the other...When off duty or when he can get away with it, Sivan often shows his second nature – an inborn tendency to mischief that shows in a gambling streak, occasional alcohol abuse and pranks.
Military is not a place to serve the Republic, it is a place to test ones resolve, gain respect and have life free of boredom. As a cheerful person he often felt compelled to lift his friends and teammates spirit with lighthearted jokes. Although couple of times he did cross the line that earned him a reprimand. In small matters he can be a shameless liar, but good on his word when it comes to duty and deals.
He rarely gets truly angry, having rather good self-control when it comes to emotions, even if Sivan just stuffs them down, not willing to show how much someone could hurt him. It often ends up with sudden eruption of fury when enough things piles up on each other. Most of his emotional responses center around either irritation or happiness as he had always problems in naming more painful feelings – sadness is something very abstract to him, at least on conscious level.
Some things changed though, after the episode of depression he had suffered and his natural cheerfulness took a slight turn toward passive aggressive snarkiness, especially when he was discharged from spec ops to serve on a simple military vessel as chef of all things to be later finally thanked for his duty due to emotional issues. Sense of unjust punishment made him begrudging. Finding himself severely lacking any good adrenaline rush, Sivan is often restless and irritated, prone to taking risky jobs.
There is a crack in his carefully built armor of happy confidence – women. Sivan gets easily flustered and almost literally loses his tongue when faced with a girl he considers attractive. Thankfully with his standards not many of them are...Especially not military women; he learned long ago to forget that soldiers has genders. It was hard, sometimes impossible but the last thing Sivan wanted is to be punished for fraternization - he left military but old habits didn't left him.
Yu identifies strongly with the Corellian culture; he dislikes anyone making fun of it or people who claim half-Corellian is not a full one.... His mindset is largely human due to the upbringing and he prefers to identify himself with his mother's people; it is not wise to remind him of his second heritage – one of those things that can trigger his angry button.
Strong moral compass became blurry as of late also. Bounty hunting was always a job that touched criminal underworld. Yu tries to stay faithful to innocent, sometimes naive ideals but often finds himself forced into choice between staying true to the image of a noble 'good guy' and money for food. Military always helped in naming what was good and evil in the world but now lines grew vague and Sivan is often at loss as such freedom threatens his moral integrity.
Profession: Bounty Hunter
Previous Faction/Rank: Republic Special Ops - Navy / Private
Equipment:
Slug thrower sniper rifle.
Two blaster pistols.
Military grade knife.
Starship: Nope.
Skills:
Surprisingly – Cooking.
Gunslinger - very good with sniper rifles and handguns.
Sprinter- he can run very, very fast for a very long time. Though in turn he is not that strong in terms of raw muscle power.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 7
Leadership:3
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 8
Bio:
"How can you kick out this little puppy of a person?"
This story started with a Corellian researcher working Ruan. She was a rational, down to earth woman in her early thirties. Lonely and utterly swallowed by work on biochemistry of plants she had little time for any relationships, chasing away many potential suitors with cold and aloof attitude. At least until a mercenary appeared at the doorstep of her office carrying very rare species of anthurium. The facility had put up a handsome sum of money for the plant that only grew in harsh mountains plagued by constant snowstorms. Not even in speeders the scientists dared to go there but a single grey jedi had solved their problem.
The man was handsome: his skin had odd, golden shin to it and features were phenomenally sculpted. He looked like nearing his forties but that certainly wasn't the case. The way he spoke and behaved betrayed someone much older. Curious and socially awkward as always, Naima Marit followed the Firrerreo to his speeder. After small chit chat she asked for a meeting in typical for her, straightforward manner. Not even mildly surprised, the man agreed if with a bit of hesitation. And so it started.
As Sivan's mother learned over those few years the relationship lasted, the Firrerreo's name was Evvin Yidrathi. Couple of centuries ago he used to be a Jedi but decades of such life began to weigh heavily on him. Many of those who trained with him as younglings had died, only few from an old age. It had made the former Jedi aware of hardships such life brought. In his story Evvin omitted a brief flirt with the dark side but that was something no one needed to know. If nearly five decades of constant power high you could call a brief flirt that is...
After four centuries all the man wanted was some peace and normalcy. Naima offered all that and more. Her job was dull, temperament moderate, background not that exciting. It was a perspective of nice, stable life for the next couple of decades. And for a time, it was good.
When Naima discovered she was with child the romantic bond between the two was already decaying. Neither of them were very skilled in maintaining long term relationships with Evvin lacking severely when it came to dealing with boredom of simple life and Naima being unable to put away work even for a bit. Their cultures were different, their views, their attitudes concerning even the simplest things. It just didn't work.
Evvin was fairly sure this child was some kind of desperate try to keep him, a notion that wounded Naima greatly. The facts were – he didn't want to be a parent, she pretended to be surprised. Evvin stayed, feeling burden of the unexpected duty. As much as he was afraid to be responsible so greatly for other being, it could be something new in his life, though it was obvious for both of them it was an emotional blackmail that kept them together. And for a time, it was...almost good.
The boy born on hot, summer night was healthy, aside from minor respiratory problems at the beginning there was nothing obviously wrong with him. Aside from mixed parentage but that was expected and didn't really bear much consequences, at least in a biological sense all worked mostly fine. Social was another matter...
The mother returned to work to vanish again in the mids of floral genome and complex chemical equations. In the meantime Evvin took simple mercenary jobs and young Sivan was left under his grandmother's care. She was a gentle and loving woman, a Corellian through and through. It was from her Sivan first heard of magnificent starships. A former naval officer, she was as rationale as her daughter but at the same time much softer round the personality edges. And the aged Corellian loved her grandson to tiny bits.
The good care made Sivan to grow up into rather cheerful and happy pre-schooler even if his parents' marriage was falling apart. Evvin accused Naima of spending so little time with their son to which she responded with very similar statement. Whereas the mother was too invested in her work to take care of Sivan, the father seemed to be afraid and awkward around the boy. At the beginning he was indeed scared of possible potential the child could have in terms of the Force but those fears were quickly put to rest. Sivan had a force sensitivity of a brick wall. The source of Evvin's behavior must have been something else...Not that anyone inquired, really.
Finally when Sivan was five, the marriage fell apart completely and his father moved out, but didn't lose contact with his son as Naima wanted. At least few times a year he would visit Sivan even if for a brief time. Unhappy about it, the woman would move out for this time leaving the boy with nagging feeling there was something wrong in spending time with his father. Regardless, he liked those visits though as years passed he grew angry with Evvin's being just a guest in his life, especially when Naima became more and more controlling after going on early retirement, but it was a story for another chapter...
"What is your major malfunction, numbnuts? Didn't Mommy and Daddy show you enough attention when you were a child?"
Sivan went to school and two things happened. His father began to pull away, his visits getting even rarer than before and the boy was confronted with the fact he didn't really look like other kids. Majority of them were humans as Ruan immigrated species consisted mainly from them. It didn't bother him though, Sivan was not a victim material. Having sense of security from home when no one really highlighted in any way that not being fully human is something wrong or shameful, he didn't care for petty insults or cruel jokes coming from bullies. Few times he got into a fight over some childish squabbles but no more than any regular boy.
He forged friendships with humans and non-humans alike, was a good student if lazy but sharp mind inherited after his mother let him to make up for it easily. Enough to say Naima was very frustrated that such bright boy preferred to get dirty in a mud and run around after a ball. For Sivan, despite his natural intellectual aptitude, school books were not something interesting and for his mother it was a constant menace. Without a father who would take his side on this, the boy was left alone to deal with over ambitious, strict parent. For a time he managed this well, somewhat trying to satisfy the expectations and balancing it with need for physical activity.
Everything changed when his grandmother died and Sivan lost the closest person as well as natural buffer between him and Naima. He was twelve back then; changes that started in his body and mind which often is a stormy process, with him became even more so regarding the stressful circumstances. Previously rather unproblematic boy started to show disruptive behaviors in school and outside it. Brawls, truancy, vanishing for weekend parties – Sivan slowly turned into a different person which only fueled Naima's rage. He wouldn't learn; as if on purpose the boy failed subjects his mother considered the most important. He wouldn't listen to his mother who had only his best interest at heart, of course.
This led to an argument after an argument. Naima tried her best to make her son to see he was wasting his potential, throwing the life away. She loved him, on her own, apathetic way but Sivan saw only another trial to force him into doing things he despised. By the time the troublesome teenager was sixteen they barely talked to each other, exchanging only necessary information stripped of all emotions. Evvin vanished from his life for good and Sivan didn't even try to contact him although every year around Sivan's birthday there was a message and a small gift in his mailbox. The boy kept all this, despite anger brewing in him for his father's negligence.
"Simple, free your mind and the ass will follow."
After living with his mother for next year, Sivan had enough. Constant fights and financial as well as emotional blackmail were too much. On a day of his seventeen birthdays he enlisted. It was a way out from this life, this home and a chance to do something that mattered. Being raised mostly by his veteran grandmother had instilled a great respect and admiration toward the military, though the decision to join was made when he became sure the relationship with his family couldn't be salvaged. Sivan didn't want to stay in the school even if he was leaving few good friends in there but that was a regrettable sacrifice. One of many to come.
As still a minor, Sivan needed permission. It was pretty obvious Naima would never give it which meant another year of the little hell. Swallowing his pride, he called Evvin for the first time in his life. The Firrerreo was surprised to say the least but didn't waste any time to meet the boy which in turn was something to astonish Sivan. In the back of his mind he always thought father wouldn't care enough.
To call this meeting awkward would be an understatement. They were like two strangers if you didn't count undeniable family resemblance. Even if part Firrerreo Sivan was almost entirely human raised and aside from basic grasp of language his father used, there was nothing he would know about this alien culture. Evvin's behavior struck him as odd; at one hand seemed to respect, even love his son but at the same felt little remorse for leaving him all those years ago. What does a decade mean? It's just a moment. You could have called me... He explained, baffled slightly at the amount of anger and grudge his son harbored. In his eyes it was genuinely better to leave the boy with his mother for his childhood which would last only a heartbeat in terms of Firrerreo lifespan.
Sivan didn't understand, didn't really want to. He was not ready to forgive anything to anyone, he just wanted his papers signed. Evvin obliged, hoping one day the boy would see the reason. If Sivan felt the military was something for him, he was a free to do just that. Relieved, the future petty officer came back to his home for the last time, to pack his things.
To his surprise Naima didn't protest, building final wall between her and the wayward son.
'Don't think you can come back here.' The woman hissed through clenched teeth.
I won't. Sivan responded coldly and left the house for good. He didn't intend to come back.
Thus, his new life started. Physically he was fit and healthy individual, no one really made him any problems in getting enlisted. Psychological check up was also fine with only one worrying thing – perfectionist tendencies.
The bootcamp was a challenge but more because Sivan had to learn strict rule following and obedience which was a bit of a problem before. He had learned finally and discovered it was the best thing that had happened to him in years. The routine had given him safe structure and satisfied any need for control he might have; physical regime was tough but Sivan always loved it, relished in such activity. But most of all, it gave him a sense of belonging. His brothers-in-arms became his friends, something close to family. There were conflicts of course, small squabbles, even one fight but it never hindered Sivan's emotional attachment he formed with the group as a whole.
There he met his closest friend so far. Similar in spirit and personality, fiery haired Corellian became like a brother to him. They got drunk together, got int troubles together, sparred and talked. For a long time the two of them were inseparable. It was Alban who made up a nickname for Sivan and so he was now Yu to everyone on a ship they served together.
The young man by then also discovered one more thing – he loved guns. It was something he had natural talent for handling them. Short, long, big or small Sivan liked them all but he was especially fond of old fashion revolvers and handguns. Sniper rifles were his second choice. He could spend hours training with them long after others went on well deserved rest. The man would never leave the shooting range until at least six shots in a row hit the mark.
His adaptability and impressive scores earned him enough respect to be granted a chance for special operation training. It was his third time he applied but only now it ended up in a success. Without hesitation Sivan took this opportunity, since military was his entire life, there was no point in backing down now. To his surprise also Alban made it to the program. There was also friendly rivalry between the two, but the half-Firrerreo didn't mind. He was even glad there would be a friend around. And so at 21 Sivan left to become a spec ops.
”He had decided to live forever or die in the attempt, and his only mission each time he went up was to come down alive.”
He was exhausted. His muscles ached beyond belief and body chilled to the bone. That was now what he expected. After maneuvering through an obstacle course that would challenge the most agile men, Sivan was wondering if there was any life left in him. Few times the young man was close to giving up, that he couldn't do one more but the resolve kept his body going even if there was no physical strength to go on. This was something that pushed him to physical and mental limits. And what hurt more, he wasn't that good anymore. To be fair Sivan was one of the last when it came to raw power of muscles. His speed was still exceptional and ability to tun on long distances but in terms of fighting skills...Not so much.
As one of the youngest recruits, Yu suffered from constant frustration that there were better than him, much, much better. But he was also stubborn and liked his fellow trainees. He made it through basic 25 week training. Still it would be couple more years since he could see a true mission. For now it were just tactical exercises and more work out. As often he adjusted well if with small hiccups, finally settling for being mediocre but at least mediocre among special forces. When it came to malee fighting and unarmed he was still far behind older soldiers, making up in keen eyesight and stable hand when it came to guns. Through this time Sivan made friends, had two very short relationships with Coruscant girls and managed to stay close friends with Alban who would kick his ass every time during hand-to-hand sparring. Overall, it wasn't this bad of a time. Yu seemed to find his place in the Galaxy.
And then the Sith war came. His team was dispatched few times most of a time their missions ended up in a success without much losses. There were couple of deaths but that was the soldier's life risk and Yu handled this stress well, at least he thought so. That was until one mission went horribly , horribly wrong.
The wild, harsh planet Kuras IV was a shelter for one of the enemy bases. The intelligence reports claimed it was one of the main source of ammunition and supplies for the enemies in this sector. Yu's team was dispatched to make a reconnaissance and check of potential threat before full scale attack. What sounded like a simple task turned out to be a clever trap.
They didn't stand a chance with odds one against five. The order was plain and simple – retreat but even this was difficult. They were massacred, losing half of the team in less than thirty minutes of fighting. Yu saw Alban getting blown to pieces right after another explosion rendered him unconscious.
What saved him this day was not his skill as much as his Firrerreo blood and luck. The grenade threw him in the air and down the bare, cold hill which saved him from being found by the Sith forces. Few shrapnels embedded themselves in his body but no vital organ suffered. The bleeding stopped long before the rescue team managed to get to him thanks to Firrerreo fast regeneration ability. No one else survived.
Unfortunately mental scars didn't heal so quickly. It took him two months to have his body back in shape but something in him changed forever. Refusing to go through any kind of grief Yu wanted to be back in action as soon as was possible. For now his emotional state was estimated as stable though problems with sleep started. His physical condition seemed to suffer too – Sivan got tired easily but it seemed to be normal after such extensive damage even with Firrerreo biology.
The natural cheerfulness vanished, replaced by constant irritation and grumpiness. Finally after another brawl his superior sent him for another psyche evaluation. Mild reactive depression was diagnosed and proper medication issued. If Yu would be entirely honest, the result would be much different. He still kept up facade of proper functioning but inside everything seemed to die. His emotions became flat, nothing brought happiness and there was no single night without a nightmare. After one such dream Yu opened the bottle, took all the pills and downed three glasses of Corellian ale.
Later in the hospital he refused to admit it was a suicide attempt but a simple overdose and reckless use of alcohol. It helped that his regeneration system kicked in and made Sivan to throw up most of the drug before any help came. One of his army buddies found him half-conscious on the floor. Despite this explanation the psychologist changed diagnosis to severe PTSD reactive depression episode and ordered therapy in a special hospital. Yu's career in special ops was over and staying in the navy as a whole hanged by a thread.
It took almost six months to get Yu's broken mind back together in which helped a very surprising occurrence - his father visited him. Sivan looked at him as if he was a ghost from long lost past. This he didn't expect. Evvin explained he would come sooner but dangerous business on Dantooine kept him busy. It was Naima that contacted him saying their worthless son got himself almost killed. She was now happily married again and didn't want to have anything to do with this mess. Evvin couldn't imagine how much this woman had grown bitter over the years. Yu was still his child after all, being young and foolish only meant he needed more help now.
At first Sivan refused to see him but Evvin was stubborn and centuries taught him patience. He appeared every day at the same hour and waited till the last visitor left. After second week Yu gave up and they started to talk. To his surprise, it seemed they understood each other much better or maybe it was just him that grew up. Slowly Sivan discovered little things they had in common but most of all it was Evvin's attitude that made him more open. His father didn't judge, didn't criticize, didn't form opinions. The teenage anger seemed meaningless now and petty.
It shouldn't have happened... He complained one day and for the first time in years began to cry.
Evvin didn't say a word but embrace his son, remembering how many lost loved ones his centuries carried. Yu would understand the meaning of loss as well.
Even if the initial evaluation brought moderate results and Sivan was placed on an extended leave until the decision about his discharge is made. So it happened the review commission decided the suicide attempt and 'fragile' emotional condition and PTSD earned Yu a discharged for medical reasons. The information didn't come as a shock though, it was something Sivan expected or maybe even wanted.
Having nothing but skills and couple of weapons the near-human began a fledgling career of a bounty hunter. For a year he managed to find two fugitives but many jobs ended in a spectacular failure. The young man had to face the truth he was still a tiny fish in a very, very big pond where competition had always been fierce and hazy rules unforgiven. There was one clear benefit though – after dozen of brawls in various shady bars: broken ribs, dislocated jaw, smashed nose Sivan could say he handled himself in an unarmed combat slightly better than before.
RP Sample:
Sparkling shin reflected in the vast spaces of water. Capricious tendrils of sunlight danced across the calm surface, evaporating tiny droplets of water that spread salty, humid smell in the air. The stench of fish oysters and various slimy organisms Sivan couldn't name. His golden streak nose wrinkled slightly as the young near-human passed one of the market stands in a giant coral city. One of the few solid land marks on the planet. The endless oceans and seas covered the place, making it almost inhabitable for mammals, but also a good hide out when a large bounty hung on your head.
The young soldier stopped shortly from the dock's edge. Down below was only endless water ready to swallow careless tourists. Sivan looked down, his brown gaze fixing on a slowly drifting medusa. Where did you go? The target was near by, had to be. A part of him idly wished for some of the powers his father possessed, finding people would be this much easier. The near-human clicked his tongue and looked around. Nothing. Few market stands with alien customers loitering about. Like a stone in the water...Literally.
With bored expression he fished out a datapad from a pocket of his worn, synthetic jacket and flicked it on with his calloused finger. The small hologram came to life – a human man in his late thirties. Average looking dock worker and rather plain persona, no one would say he had killed three people back on Coruscant. Sivan had a nice body count after years of service but that was just a regrettable duty. This one was a small time criminal and a killer, though taken alive if possible. That wasn't really Sivan's specialty, he was trained to take down an enemy from a safe distance, not to coddle them and feed for days until a Republic official appears.
Sighing with frustration, he tucked way the holo and decided to grab a drink. Maybe that would help him think more clearly. Hopefully there were some bars that sold something more than sea weed ale, though Yu wasn't this sure. Tibrin didn't proud itself as a great spot for tourists. ”Just my luck.” The near-human muttered and turned away from the ocean. Some of the salty mist already began to gather on his snythskin pants and bantha leather shoes which coaxed an annoyed groan from his brownish lips. Taught by seven years of strict discipline, Sivan began to meticulously clean his precious clothes when a beastly racket forced his attention away from whitish stains.
Huh... Something was happening around the corner he so recently passed. Narrowing his eyes. The near-human intuitively reached for his custom made blaster. Shouts in basic cut through the moist air, rising above normal Ishi-tib gurgling chatter. Maybe the Force was merciful for him today and the dull search was over. Maybe...
*Various quotes titles come from MASH, Platoon, Catch 22 and Full Metal Jacket
