Post by Dire Wolf on Feb 4, 2013 22:03:40 GMT -5
Name: Nihlus Cairn
Age: 34
Race:
Father: Near Human
Mother: Human
Birth place: Cinnagar / Empress Teta
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 180
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Dirty Blonde
Nihlus Cairn stands at a respectable height compared to the average men of his species though he could stand to gain a few pounds in muscle. What he lacks in muscle mass he makes up for in definition and conditioning, however, and it shows whenever his rippling skin can be seen. The man's dirty blonde hair is just long enough to press against his ears and curl up in an appealing fashion, and a beard covers the skin above his lip and chin. A well kept and trimmed five o'clock shadow of stubble shades his face, and adds to his youthful face. Though he is nearly forty, the man's body is the biological age of a twenty two year old man. His face is still has that same dashing smirk that it's held for so long.
Or what was dashing.
While he still looks to be no older than twenty five, his nose curves to the side ever so slightly from repeated breaks. A piece of his left earlobe is missing and three parallel lines cut over from his right cheek all the way to the back of his head. Nihlus was once a very handsome man, and still is in a certain rugged way, but his rough lifestyle has certainly taken its hold. Other battle scars and burns mar the rest of his body, but they aren't quite as notable as the one on his face.
The man's attire is simple and functional, though he tends to wear clothing with the insignia of this band or that emblazoned somewhere on its surface. Nihlus makes no effort to blend in with his surroundings while out of his ship and his armor, and almost always has a blaster pistol strapped to his thigh and a holdout pistol tucked beneath a synthetic leather jacket.
Jae Appearance Link
Jae is Nihlus' mechanic NPC. She is nothing less than a savant with all things mechanical, albeit has little to no combat effectiveness. She stands at a dimunitive 4'3" and weighs 65lbs. Her hair is a platinum blonde and eyes a deep amethyst.
Some men never smile. Some men go their entire lives without truly living. Nihlus Cairn is not one of those men. He rather enjoys smiling and laughing at things that deserve to be smiled or laughed at, and some things that don't. Its this happy-go-lucky philosophy that keeps him from being driven or any real motivation to do anything besides get paid enough to be at the next party. While Cairn does enjoy being paid a hefty sum of credits for the pleasure of hunting people he finds women, wine, and spice far more entertaining.
Personal responsibility, drive, and over-achievement are three foreign words to the man. They have been ever since he gave up his vendetta for a much happier life involving women, drugs, and alcohol. While he is certainly more than competent at his job and his services come at a high price, he sees no point in theatrics or doing anything above the bare minimum. He would much rather simply kill his quarry not because he's particularly evil, just because he's lazy. Nihlus would much rather drag them back to the employer than deal with a living, breathing creature that could escape. If the money is good enough, the contract doesn't allow killing, or a person pleads a good enough case, he'll begrudgingly take them alive.
That said, Cairn does generally try to do the right thing... but only when it suits him or doesn't inconvenience him terribly much. That said, the one form of honor he does hold up above all else, even laziness, is a promise. Promises are contracts, and contracts are promises. In the fringes of society one is only as good as their word and their wallet, so he will uphold a promise and a contract no matter how much it costs him to do so.
Despite the fact that the man is generally irresponsible in all matters, and would much rather devote his full reward towards simple pleasures, he sends a large portion of his credits to his baby sister. With those winnings and their own income, she is able to live a fairly rich life on Ralltiir. She is not aware of his existence beyond a steady sum of money, and no other being knows that he has a sister, let alone sends her money. If he dies, every last cent of his worth and belongings go to her.
Profession: Party Boy / Bounty Hunter
Previous Faction/Rank: Civilian / Royal Bastard
Weapons-
EFW-008 "Surtr" Rifle
~~ Attachments: Vertical Grip, Laser sight, Strobe capable flashlight, Bayonet stud
490 HRB "The Gun"
m-7 Piranha
Rev'Ant 62 Blaster Pistol
Armor-
Lbxs-25 "Gungnir" Armor
OA-1 Grenade Arm
Cortosis Weave Combat Knife/Bayonet.
x6 grenades (Sonic, Flash, Stun, x2 of ea.)
Starship: The Royal Bastard
Expert Marksman
Piloting
Guitar
Mechanics/Engineering
Physical Strength: 5 (8 in armor)
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 5
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 8
Nihlus Cairn is a bastard, but not the type of bastard that is also described as a horrible person. Nihlus also wasn't born with the name he's known by now, and for good reason. Anyone that discovers his true identity, Silas Fraytheon, and manages to capture him will no doubt be rich beyond their wildest dreams. He is a bastard in the sense that he was born out of wedlock, and is the child of the union of the Queen of Empress Teta and a lowly near-human guard. This fact wasn't discovered right away, as his mother deftly hid the fact that her child wasn't the King's for many years. The man was the family's third son and fourth child, so one might argue that some wouldn't particularly care if he was born out of wedlock or not. Very little was expected of him.
Cairn wasn't taught to be a leader or to take personal initiative in his early years, but instead he was taught how to be a great follower and protector. That much was expected for a prince who wasn't expected to ever see the court from a throne-side view. He was taught all things that a normal child would learn in school, but he was also taught the meaning of honor and courage. Math was by far the boy's strong suit, which eventually led to engineering and the like. While he wasn't a savant, the boy certainly had some measure of skill for the craft. He was also taught how to fire a pistol ever since he was strong enough to hold one, as he was expected to become a soldier in either the Republic or the Tetan Defense Militia.
Ahri was the oldest of the King's children, including his legitimate ones, but she was a bastard as well. Nihlus saw the girl as something of a big sister during the few years that he could remember her, but she ran away when he was six. At first the boy was distraught, but time heals all things. Ahri didn't return until much later, and it wasn't quite the homecoming Nihlus had envisioned.
As time went on his skills in shooting and combat increased, but his desire to join the military reached an all time low around the time that he was taken in for a routine physical, had his blood drawn, and exposed for the bastard child he was. His father was presented with this news and found himself unsure how to proceed. Nihlus was a good boy, and he loved him like a son even if he wasn't the true father. The King chose to keep the boy as a son, as he still held some love in his heart for the boy and he could still prove to be useful. He took the name Cairn instead of his royal name, however, same as Ahri.
As time went on, he was proven wrong. Alcohol passed by the boy's lips at the age of fourteen, and he never went back. Nihlus took his first woman to his bed at that age as well, and went to every party that he was invited to. Some that he wasn't. Inevitably, the boy fell to the use of some of the lighter drugs as well... and some of the heavier ones though he always stayed away from death sticks and the like. Especially the ones who's addictions were nigh impossible to break.
At one particular party he saw a group of girls ignore him and huddle around a boy who had been playing a particularly girly and heartfelt song. He had just taken a hit of spice, so after listening for a moment he walked down he took the guitar from the boy's hand. Then smashed it. A lot. Afterwards he handed the instrument back to the boy, and decided to learn how to play a few days later.
Nihlus didn't regret this decision... to say the least.
A few days after he bought the custom made guitar his "father", the King of Empress Teta, took ill and died. Foul play was suspected due to the rapid death of the man, but nothing was ever proven. Saul was crowned the next week and instantly blamed his bastard sister Ahri for the deed and called for her immediate apprehension, despite the fact that the family hadn't heard of her in over a decade.
Saul's rule was vastly different than his father's. The boy was always cruel hearted, and his rule as king was no different. Nihlus Cairn was not unaffected by the polar shift in management styles. While he was eighteen the boy was caught in the midst of a party with a drunken woman and spice still caked around his nose. Instead of being let off as was the norm, Nihlus actually found what it was like to spend a night in the drunk tank.
Twelve hours later the boy was let out of holding and almost instantly went to his brother to convey his... misgivings. The argument ended up with Nihlus taking a portion of the family treasury and running off with a Tetan Planetary Milita ship he adequately dubbed, "the Royal Bastard." From that moment on the name Silas Fraytheon was long forgotten, and the new identity of "Nihlus Cairn." Though what he stole was a mere fraction of his family's worth, it was still a larger fortune than most people would ever see in their life time.
So what did Nihlus do for the first few years while on the run? Did he hide out on a remote world? Hire a cadre of mandalorian body guards to protect him? No. Nihlus did none of those things. One week after his self imposed exile the boy was still working off of the most insane high he'd ever had. Unfortunately the party didn't last. That insane high ended with him being cuffed and being dragged off by some random bounty hunter.
The following events can't quite be remembered by the boy, but he does recall the use of a banana, a blanket, and some twine to not only kill the bounty hunter but also escape. After that he pretty much decided that the parties had to be slightly fewer and far between, and in the mean time he would take up the mantle of a bounty hunter. One with the best tech money could buy. Some of it was even designed by him after running it by a few professionals. So began the long and illustrious career of the bounty hunter known as Nihlus Cairn.
All creatures grew to respect and fear that name, and the ship that he rode in on. While he was far from a professional the man knew exactly how to get the job done. He took the most difficult of jobs so that men knew to stay away from him and the person that he was. While his bounty was certainly astronomical, after a few short years the name Nihlus Cairn became infamous enough for most bounty hunters to stay away.
Except one.
A force using bounty hunter managed to discover the connection between Nihlus Cairn and Silas Fayratheon. Eventually he discovered that the two men were one in the same, and also felt that it was wise to attempt to capture the man. It didn't end well for the force user, though initially it looked as if Nihlus would finally be caught. The clever use of steam, a holophone, and a combat knife ended what would be a trouncing fairly late in their fight. That was when Nihlus decided to go for bigger and better pray. Yet again hoping to scare away anyone foolhardy enough to challenge him.
Four years of bounty hunting had turned the name Nihlus Cairn into a relatively unknown name to a rather infamous one in the proper circles. His services were regularly requested for a very good rate. Until he happened across a rather strange woman, and one that was incredibly familiar: Ahri. The man's boyhood maternal figure approached him while he was drunk and offered him a modest sum to aid her in the rebellion against their brother, Saul.
Saul was an oppressive ruler with a cruel streak a mile wide, but this wasn't enough to make Nihlus Cairn lift a brow. It was only after Ahri offered the man freedom from the outrageous bounty on his head, and a freedom from the life in which he was forced to live.
He quickly accepted.
The next five years of his life was devoted to ousting his tyrannical older brother with the hope that his older brother or even one of his sisters could be installed in his stead. Contacts had to be built up within the King's court and his army, militiamen had to hired and supplied. Nihlus acted as little more than a hitman during this time, and as the war ignited he was something of a shock trooper.
Ahri's war against her brother was short and brutal. Once it started, the conflict lasted less than a year due to the man's incredibly low popularity, to say the least. All but his most loyal of troops had abandoned him. Even the battle of the Tetan palace was a brutal defeat despite the fact that this was the center of his influence. Unfortunately this battle was where he discovered his sister's true intentions.
Nihlus had barely broke with the rest of the troops when he saw the man who Ahri planned to install into the throne dead in the main hall. A blaster bolt was burned into his chest. The rest of his family was just as dead when he found them, except for one: Sara. She was two years old when he left originally, but when he saw her she was barely eleven and surrounded by angry armored men. Sara was the sole remaining heir to the throne, and Ahri had ordered the little girl dead same as the rest of their family.
The soldiers didn't stand a chance. Nihlus made quick work of them, and stole his baby sister away from the death that surrounded them.
Thousands of lightyears, a new identity, and millions of credits later Sara Fraytheon had been transformed into Asha Dandorrian. She had been adopted by a few of their family's loyalists as their own daughter. From that moment on most of the reward from the bounties that Nihlus had turned in was secretly given to his sister so that she could have an easy life.
During these bounties he managed to become employed by a rather powerful hutt. Zirrok the hutt was a high paying client who had Nihlus acting as something of a glorified bodyguard. It was during this time that he ran into a diminutive little woman by the name of Jae. He didn't loathe her company, and actually found her to be a rather good friend. This was a welcome reprieve to his previous life, as it was relatively low-risk yet high paying. Perfect for supporting his baby sister as she grew up. Nihlus had a few misgivings... namely the hutt didn't allow him to party while on duty, and he was very rarely off duty.
Which was why Nihlus took the offer from Niko Bellivingi, a fellow bounty hunter. They met on a mutual hunt from each of their hutts, and after a short battle the man offered him a job. One that payed more, and most importantly... one that still let him party. The man fit in fairly well with Koro the hutt thanks to the fact that he was allowed to snort all of the white-spice that he desired, but also drink and lay with women as well. So long as he wasn't actively guarding the bloated hutt. Jae was quick to follow him, and was be the sole reason why the Royal Bastard stayed space worthy.
One of these drunken highs had the man take a Rodian prostitute to his bedroom. The next morning he walked out of his chambers with circular shaped lip-stick prints painted across his face and chest. Other parts of him were green for a week, and everyone knew about it thanks to some of the more vocal girls that had frequented him.
And that is about how he spends his paycheck and his time. Drinking alcohol, snorting spice, smoking drugs, and sleeping with women in his off time. No one knows about his little sister or her rightful place as the ruler of Empress Teta. He has sworn revenge on his sister for her betrayal... even though she's one of the best rulers that Empress Teta has seen for years.
Nothing can stop him from exacting his revenge. Nothing except for his love of spice, anyways.
Recoil was almost a pleasurable thing when dealing with a weapon. An experienced wielder knew that his weapon functioned properly if the slight tug or harsh kick met the pocket of his shoulder or the meat of his palm. That was how the heavily armed and armored man knew that his weapon worked properly. Each press of the trigger sent six rounds towards the enemy at inconceivable speeds and an almost inaudible rate. Six shots sounded like the burp of one, and each would hit the target mere micrometers off of the one that preceded it thanks to the exotic nature of his rifle.
It was more or less a nightmare to the Jedi that didn't have a quick enough reaction to evading the salvo entirely. This Jedi wasn't so smart. Nihl's surtr rifle burped out another six rounds from its three barrels, and four of those rounds were consumed by the fiery light of his quarry's lightsaber. The two remaining rounds crashed through his quarry's shoulder. Skin expanded and the blood pressure in his veins spiked as the bullet passed through flesh, bone, and muscle alike. A spray of red detonated behind the man's back as two six point seven millimeter bullets cut through him and crashed into the brick wall. Another burp, another six, and another spray of red left his other shoulder useless.
The clatter of the man's metallic lightsaber falling to the pavement caused a slight smirk to grace the hunter's lips. Perfect. Resignation. No Jedi would simply allow his lightsaber to leave his hand without the certainty of his imminent death. A lightsaber may have been a tool to a Jedi, according to them, but it was really just a weapon. A really efficient weapon. "You gave me a pretty good fight, Jedi," the rifle was lowered, "I don't have the... facilities... to bring you in alive, though. I'm sure you understand. Besides, I wouldn't want to be alive for what that Hutt had in store for me, either."
Nihlus Cairn rose his rifle, and placed the subtle red dot that it emitted right over the human's heart.
"If you kill me now I will become more po-", the man was cut off by the disinterested bounty hunter, "seven."
"-werful th-... what?
"Ten."
"I don't understand...
"Ohhh... fifty one. Its a game I play. Hearing the same last words over and over gets really boring, so I count the amount of times that I've heard something before."
"That's... what's wrong with you?"
"Twenty Six."
"... I'm going to murder rape your ear!" The Jedi blurted out suddenly.
A smirk came to the man's face, "oho!... Five."
The Jedi's face barely had time to be frustrated before six led rounds tore through the air. Each one tore through his rib cage and ripped apart the important internal organs as they passed clean through him. The once powerful Jedi collapsed to the ground a choking, gargling heap with eyes as wide as dinner plates before finally passing into the next dimension, becoming super powerful, or going to Jedi heaven where the girls don't have lady parts and the people are gloomy and cryptic.
Nihl slung the rifle around his back before reaching into one of the cargo compartments on his armor to retrieve a body bag. No sense in dripping Jedi blood all over his armor. This particular haul was pretty lucrative, so after a few moments on stewing on just what he'd spend his credits on he found a communication device from a separate pocket. A few thumb presses later he heard the voice of his closest friend and collegue, Niko. He was in the middle of a job, which meant that he was probably pretty annoyed by Nihlus calling him. Oh well. Niko needed to chill out a bit, because he took himself way too seriously.
"Don't knock rodian call girls, Niko. Their mouths are shaped like that for a reason, if you know what I mean," he deflected that story with a joke, "but yeah. I'm wrapping up a job right now on Commenor, actually. Thinkin' about going to Zeltros again. Easy and flexible? Yesplease."
Age: 34
Race:
Father: Near Human
Mother: Human
Birth place: Cinnagar / Empress Teta
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 180
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Dirty Blonde
Appearance
Nihlus Cairn stands at a respectable height compared to the average men of his species though he could stand to gain a few pounds in muscle. What he lacks in muscle mass he makes up for in definition and conditioning, however, and it shows whenever his rippling skin can be seen. The man's dirty blonde hair is just long enough to press against his ears and curl up in an appealing fashion, and a beard covers the skin above his lip and chin. A well kept and trimmed five o'clock shadow of stubble shades his face, and adds to his youthful face. Though he is nearly forty, the man's body is the biological age of a twenty two year old man. His face is still has that same dashing smirk that it's held for so long.
Or what was dashing.
While he still looks to be no older than twenty five, his nose curves to the side ever so slightly from repeated breaks. A piece of his left earlobe is missing and three parallel lines cut over from his right cheek all the way to the back of his head. Nihlus was once a very handsome man, and still is in a certain rugged way, but his rough lifestyle has certainly taken its hold. Other battle scars and burns mar the rest of his body, but they aren't quite as notable as the one on his face.
The man's attire is simple and functional, though he tends to wear clothing with the insignia of this band or that emblazoned somewhere on its surface. Nihlus makes no effort to blend in with his surroundings while out of his ship and his armor, and almost always has a blaster pistol strapped to his thigh and a holdout pistol tucked beneath a synthetic leather jacket.
Jae Appearance Link
Jae is Nihlus' mechanic NPC. She is nothing less than a savant with all things mechanical, albeit has little to no combat effectiveness. She stands at a dimunitive 4'3" and weighs 65lbs. Her hair is a platinum blonde and eyes a deep amethyst.
Personality
Some men never smile. Some men go their entire lives without truly living. Nihlus Cairn is not one of those men. He rather enjoys smiling and laughing at things that deserve to be smiled or laughed at, and some things that don't. Its this happy-go-lucky philosophy that keeps him from being driven or any real motivation to do anything besides get paid enough to be at the next party. While Cairn does enjoy being paid a hefty sum of credits for the pleasure of hunting people he finds women, wine, and spice far more entertaining.
Personal responsibility, drive, and over-achievement are three foreign words to the man. They have been ever since he gave up his vendetta for a much happier life involving women, drugs, and alcohol. While he is certainly more than competent at his job and his services come at a high price, he sees no point in theatrics or doing anything above the bare minimum. He would much rather simply kill his quarry not because he's particularly evil, just because he's lazy. Nihlus would much rather drag them back to the employer than deal with a living, breathing creature that could escape. If the money is good enough, the contract doesn't allow killing, or a person pleads a good enough case, he'll begrudgingly take them alive.
That said, Cairn does generally try to do the right thing... but only when it suits him or doesn't inconvenience him terribly much. That said, the one form of honor he does hold up above all else, even laziness, is a promise. Promises are contracts, and contracts are promises. In the fringes of society one is only as good as their word and their wallet, so he will uphold a promise and a contract no matter how much it costs him to do so.
Despite the fact that the man is generally irresponsible in all matters, and would much rather devote his full reward towards simple pleasures, he sends a large portion of his credits to his baby sister. With those winnings and their own income, she is able to live a fairly rich life on Ralltiir. She is not aware of his existence beyond a steady sum of money, and no other being knows that he has a sister, let alone sends her money. If he dies, every last cent of his worth and belongings go to her.
Profession: Party Boy / Bounty Hunter
Previous Faction/Rank: Civilian / Royal Bastard
Equipment
Weapons-
EFW-008 "Surtr" Rifle
~~ Attachments: Vertical Grip, Laser sight, Strobe capable flashlight, Bayonet stud
490 HRB "The Gun"
m-7 Piranha
Rev'Ant 62 Blaster Pistol
Armor-
Lbxs-25 "Gungnir" Armor
OA-1 Grenade Arm
Cortosis Weave Combat Knife/Bayonet.
x6 grenades (Sonic, Flash, Stun, x2 of ea.)
Starship: The Royal Bastard
Skills
Expert Marksman
Piloting
Guitar
Mechanics/Engineering
Attributes
Physical Strength: 5 (8 in armor)
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 5
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 8
Bio
Some folks are born with silver spoon in hand
0 - 16
0 - 16
Nihlus Cairn is a bastard, but not the type of bastard that is also described as a horrible person. Nihlus also wasn't born with the name he's known by now, and for good reason. Anyone that discovers his true identity, Silas Fraytheon, and manages to capture him will no doubt be rich beyond their wildest dreams. He is a bastard in the sense that he was born out of wedlock, and is the child of the union of the Queen of Empress Teta and a lowly near-human guard. This fact wasn't discovered right away, as his mother deftly hid the fact that her child wasn't the King's for many years. The man was the family's third son and fourth child, so one might argue that some wouldn't particularly care if he was born out of wedlock or not. Very little was expected of him.
Cairn wasn't taught to be a leader or to take personal initiative in his early years, but instead he was taught how to be a great follower and protector. That much was expected for a prince who wasn't expected to ever see the court from a throne-side view. He was taught all things that a normal child would learn in school, but he was also taught the meaning of honor and courage. Math was by far the boy's strong suit, which eventually led to engineering and the like. While he wasn't a savant, the boy certainly had some measure of skill for the craft. He was also taught how to fire a pistol ever since he was strong enough to hold one, as he was expected to become a soldier in either the Republic or the Tetan Defense Militia.
Ahri was the oldest of the King's children, including his legitimate ones, but she was a bastard as well. Nihlus saw the girl as something of a big sister during the few years that he could remember her, but she ran away when he was six. At first the boy was distraught, but time heals all things. Ahri didn't return until much later, and it wasn't quite the homecoming Nihlus had envisioned.
As time went on his skills in shooting and combat increased, but his desire to join the military reached an all time low around the time that he was taken in for a routine physical, had his blood drawn, and exposed for the bastard child he was. His father was presented with this news and found himself unsure how to proceed. Nihlus was a good boy, and he loved him like a son even if he wasn't the true father. The King chose to keep the boy as a son, as he still held some love in his heart for the boy and he could still prove to be useful. He took the name Cairn instead of his royal name, however, same as Ahri.
As time went on, he was proven wrong. Alcohol passed by the boy's lips at the age of fourteen, and he never went back. Nihlus took his first woman to his bed at that age as well, and went to every party that he was invited to. Some that he wasn't. Inevitably, the boy fell to the use of some of the lighter drugs as well... and some of the heavier ones though he always stayed away from death sticks and the like. Especially the ones who's addictions were nigh impossible to break.
At one particular party he saw a group of girls ignore him and huddle around a boy who had been playing a particularly girly and heartfelt song. He had just taken a hit of spice, so after listening for a moment he walked down he took the guitar from the boy's hand. Then smashed it. A lot. Afterwards he handed the instrument back to the boy, and decided to learn how to play a few days later.
Nihlus didn't regret this decision... to say the least.
That wheel in the sky keeps on turnin'
15 - 22
15 - 22
A few days after he bought the custom made guitar his "father", the King of Empress Teta, took ill and died. Foul play was suspected due to the rapid death of the man, but nothing was ever proven. Saul was crowned the next week and instantly blamed his bastard sister Ahri for the deed and called for her immediate apprehension, despite the fact that the family hadn't heard of her in over a decade.
Saul's rule was vastly different than his father's. The boy was always cruel hearted, and his rule as king was no different. Nihlus Cairn was not unaffected by the polar shift in management styles. While he was eighteen the boy was caught in the midst of a party with a drunken woman and spice still caked around his nose. Instead of being let off as was the norm, Nihlus actually found what it was like to spend a night in the drunk tank.
Twelve hours later the boy was let out of holding and almost instantly went to his brother to convey his... misgivings. The argument ended up with Nihlus taking a portion of the family treasury and running off with a Tetan Planetary Milita ship he adequately dubbed, "the Royal Bastard." From that moment on the name Silas Fraytheon was long forgotten, and the new identity of "Nihlus Cairn." Though what he stole was a mere fraction of his family's worth, it was still a larger fortune than most people would ever see in their life time.
So what did Nihlus do for the first few years while on the run? Did he hide out on a remote world? Hire a cadre of mandalorian body guards to protect him? No. Nihlus did none of those things. One week after his self imposed exile the boy was still working off of the most insane high he'd ever had. Unfortunately the party didn't last. That insane high ended with him being cuffed and being dragged off by some random bounty hunter.
The following events can't quite be remembered by the boy, but he does recall the use of a banana, a blanket, and some twine to not only kill the bounty hunter but also escape. After that he pretty much decided that the parties had to be slightly fewer and far between, and in the mean time he would take up the mantle of a bounty hunter. One with the best tech money could buy. Some of it was even designed by him after running it by a few professionals. So began the long and illustrious career of the bounty hunter known as Nihlus Cairn.
All creatures grew to respect and fear that name, and the ship that he rode in on. While he was far from a professional the man knew exactly how to get the job done. He took the most difficult of jobs so that men knew to stay away from him and the person that he was. While his bounty was certainly astronomical, after a few short years the name Nihlus Cairn became infamous enough for most bounty hunters to stay away.
Except one.
A force using bounty hunter managed to discover the connection between Nihlus Cairn and Silas Fayratheon. Eventually he discovered that the two men were one in the same, and also felt that it was wise to attempt to capture the man. It didn't end well for the force user, though initially it looked as if Nihlus would finally be caught. The clever use of steam, a holophone, and a combat knife ended what would be a trouncing fairly late in their fight. That was when Nihlus decided to go for bigger and better pray. Yet again hoping to scare away anyone foolhardy enough to challenge him.
Four years of bounty hunting had turned the name Nihlus Cairn into a relatively unknown name to a rather infamous one in the proper circles. His services were regularly requested for a very good rate. Until he happened across a rather strange woman, and one that was incredibly familiar: Ahri. The man's boyhood maternal figure approached him while he was drunk and offered him a modest sum to aid her in the rebellion against their brother, Saul.
Saul was an oppressive ruler with a cruel streak a mile wide, but this wasn't enough to make Nihlus Cairn lift a brow. It was only after Ahri offered the man freedom from the outrageous bounty on his head, and a freedom from the life in which he was forced to live.
He quickly accepted.
You say you want revolution, well, you know...
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22 - 29
The next five years of his life was devoted to ousting his tyrannical older brother with the hope that his older brother or even one of his sisters could be installed in his stead. Contacts had to be built up within the King's court and his army, militiamen had to hired and supplied. Nihlus acted as little more than a hitman during this time, and as the war ignited he was something of a shock trooper.
Ahri's war against her brother was short and brutal. Once it started, the conflict lasted less than a year due to the man's incredibly low popularity, to say the least. All but his most loyal of troops had abandoned him. Even the battle of the Tetan palace was a brutal defeat despite the fact that this was the center of his influence. Unfortunately this battle was where he discovered his sister's true intentions.
Nihlus had barely broke with the rest of the troops when he saw the man who Ahri planned to install into the throne dead in the main hall. A blaster bolt was burned into his chest. The rest of his family was just as dead when he found them, except for one: Sara. She was two years old when he left originally, but when he saw her she was barely eleven and surrounded by angry armored men. Sara was the sole remaining heir to the throne, and Ahri had ordered the little girl dead same as the rest of their family.
The soldiers didn't stand a chance. Nihlus made quick work of them, and stole his baby sister away from the death that surrounded them.
Thousands of lightyears, a new identity, and millions of credits later Sara Fraytheon had been transformed into Asha Dandorrian. She had been adopted by a few of their family's loyalists as their own daughter. From that moment on most of the reward from the bounties that Nihlus had turned in was secretly given to his sister so that she could have an easy life.
I rambled with the worst of them, fell in love with the harlequin, and saw the darkest hearts of men.
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During these bounties he managed to become employed by a rather powerful hutt. Zirrok the hutt was a high paying client who had Nihlus acting as something of a glorified bodyguard. It was during this time that he ran into a diminutive little woman by the name of Jae. He didn't loathe her company, and actually found her to be a rather good friend. This was a welcome reprieve to his previous life, as it was relatively low-risk yet high paying. Perfect for supporting his baby sister as she grew up. Nihlus had a few misgivings... namely the hutt didn't allow him to party while on duty, and he was very rarely off duty.
Which was why Nihlus took the offer from Niko Bellivingi, a fellow bounty hunter. They met on a mutual hunt from each of their hutts, and after a short battle the man offered him a job. One that payed more, and most importantly... one that still let him party. The man fit in fairly well with Koro the hutt thanks to the fact that he was allowed to snort all of the white-spice that he desired, but also drink and lay with women as well. So long as he wasn't actively guarding the bloated hutt. Jae was quick to follow him, and was be the sole reason why the Royal Bastard stayed space worthy.
One of these drunken highs had the man take a Rodian prostitute to his bedroom. The next morning he walked out of his chambers with circular shaped lip-stick prints painted across his face and chest. Other parts of him were green for a week, and everyone knew about it thanks to some of the more vocal girls that had frequented him.
And that is about how he spends his paycheck and his time. Drinking alcohol, snorting spice, smoking drugs, and sleeping with women in his off time. No one knows about his little sister or her rightful place as the ruler of Empress Teta. He has sworn revenge on his sister for her betrayal... even though she's one of the best rulers that Empress Teta has seen for years.
Nothing can stop him from exacting his revenge. Nothing except for his love of spice, anyways.
RP Sample
Recoil was almost a pleasurable thing when dealing with a weapon. An experienced wielder knew that his weapon functioned properly if the slight tug or harsh kick met the pocket of his shoulder or the meat of his palm. That was how the heavily armed and armored man knew that his weapon worked properly. Each press of the trigger sent six rounds towards the enemy at inconceivable speeds and an almost inaudible rate. Six shots sounded like the burp of one, and each would hit the target mere micrometers off of the one that preceded it thanks to the exotic nature of his rifle.
It was more or less a nightmare to the Jedi that didn't have a quick enough reaction to evading the salvo entirely. This Jedi wasn't so smart. Nihl's surtr rifle burped out another six rounds from its three barrels, and four of those rounds were consumed by the fiery light of his quarry's lightsaber. The two remaining rounds crashed through his quarry's shoulder. Skin expanded and the blood pressure in his veins spiked as the bullet passed through flesh, bone, and muscle alike. A spray of red detonated behind the man's back as two six point seven millimeter bullets cut through him and crashed into the brick wall. Another burp, another six, and another spray of red left his other shoulder useless.
The clatter of the man's metallic lightsaber falling to the pavement caused a slight smirk to grace the hunter's lips. Perfect. Resignation. No Jedi would simply allow his lightsaber to leave his hand without the certainty of his imminent death. A lightsaber may have been a tool to a Jedi, according to them, but it was really just a weapon. A really efficient weapon. "You gave me a pretty good fight, Jedi," the rifle was lowered, "I don't have the... facilities... to bring you in alive, though. I'm sure you understand. Besides, I wouldn't want to be alive for what that Hutt had in store for me, either."
Nihlus Cairn rose his rifle, and placed the subtle red dot that it emitted right over the human's heart.
"If you kill me now I will become more po-", the man was cut off by the disinterested bounty hunter, "seven."
"-werful th-... what?
"Ten."
"I don't understand...
"Ohhh... fifty one. Its a game I play. Hearing the same last words over and over gets really boring, so I count the amount of times that I've heard something before."
"That's... what's wrong with you?"
"Twenty Six."
"... I'm going to murder rape your ear!" The Jedi blurted out suddenly.
A smirk came to the man's face, "oho!... Five."
The Jedi's face barely had time to be frustrated before six led rounds tore through the air. Each one tore through his rib cage and ripped apart the important internal organs as they passed clean through him. The once powerful Jedi collapsed to the ground a choking, gargling heap with eyes as wide as dinner plates before finally passing into the next dimension, becoming super powerful, or going to Jedi heaven where the girls don't have lady parts and the people are gloomy and cryptic.
Nihl slung the rifle around his back before reaching into one of the cargo compartments on his armor to retrieve a body bag. No sense in dripping Jedi blood all over his armor. This particular haul was pretty lucrative, so after a few moments on stewing on just what he'd spend his credits on he found a communication device from a separate pocket. A few thumb presses later he heard the voice of his closest friend and collegue, Niko. He was in the middle of a job, which meant that he was probably pretty annoyed by Nihlus calling him. Oh well. Niko needed to chill out a bit, because he took himself way too seriously.
"Don't knock rodian call girls, Niko. Their mouths are shaped like that for a reason, if you know what I mean," he deflected that story with a joke, "but yeah. I'm wrapping up a job right now on Commenor, actually. Thinkin' about going to Zeltros again. Easy and flexible? Yesplease."
