Post by captainford on Dec 19, 2013 13:45:38 GMT -5
Name: Ford Benett
Age: 21
Race: Human
Birth place: Tatooine
Height: 6' 0"
Weight: 185 lbs
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Appearance: Ford stands a good 6 feet even, sporting short, messy dark brown hair and algae green eyes. Built lean and toned, Ford is physically stronger than he appears. Ford almost always has dusty old vest and two belts on him at all times, lined with pockets to hold his things and a holster on each for his two blaster pistols. Ford often wears thick, tattered old boots, comfortable enough to bare wearing, but thick enough to protect him from walking on anything harmful.
And, almost a constant factor, Ford wears a confident smirk on his face.
Personality: Ford is an extremely defiant guy; he finds the idea of following someone else's orders, even if they are proven better than him to the task, unbearably distasteful. Of course, this makes perfect sense to Ford; in his mind, he's the best thing to grace the galaxy, and as such, following orders that aren't his own is a bad idea. He is egocentric and not afraid to make it known to everyone around him, which means that just about anything out of his mouth is boastful and more than likely exaggerated. Ford sees little reason is beating around the bush on anything, so whether taking action or speaking to someone, he is direct and blunt about it, for better or, usually, worse. He is a hopeless womanizer, making passes at any woman who remotely catches his eye, and lacing every other sentence out of his mouth around women in innuendo. All this results in a very pointed exterior that makes working with him a challenge and getting to know him more even harder... which is a shame, because Ford has remarkable potential as a leader underneath it all.
Ford believes that his egocentric behavior is merely a perk that comes with being the best, countering the enormous pressure it puts on him. In his mind, he IS the best, and being so comes with responsibility; Ford values freedom above all else, and believes everyone is entitled to their own choice. Since he's the best person ever, it's his job to make sure that everyone gets to choose things for themselves, and to protect those under his command or care against all odds. Ford believes there is no greater disgrace or foul act then to readily possess the ability to help others, yet refuse to extend a helping hand. As such, Ford generally views nobility, politicians or rich savants with disdain. But Ford works hard to practice what he preaches; since he thinks himself the best person in the galaxy, he believes it's his job to aid those who can't help themselves and to free those who simply want to be free, of any species, on any planet, across the galaxy. Ford does not side with either the Republic or the Empire, as he believes both have their bad sides and restrict people more than they should be; however, if he had to aid one or the other, he would side with the Republic, as they tend to be diplomatic about misunderstandings than the Empire. Given the opportunity, Ford would tear out both sides of the conflict and start fresh, with his stellar self dictating most of the changes.
Ford views his proficiency with the Force in a less than stellar light. He believes that everyone should try to accomplish things of their own power, not relying on some questionable space magic; it makes things uneven and gives an unfair advantage to the user. As such, Ford uses his Force powers sparingly, reserved for the most dire of situations or when no other option is available. At a younger age, Ford believed that his aptitude was a gift he could use to free him, his parents and the other slaves around him; but his power worried them, fearing he might be caught and taken away, so they discouraged it's use in the open. Growing older, Ford realized he could do plenty without the Force, and in time, ceased practising it's use altogether. However, his old regimens still stick in his mind and body, and if needed, he can focus enough to call on them in tough times; undesirable as they may be, Ford admits they have their uses. However, Ford's still not entirely aware that he continues to use the Force even when he isn't trying; he can pick up on things that would otherwise go unnoticed, he senses things that nobody else can detect, and his knack for getting into trouble is countered by his keen instincts being subtly enhanced by his connection to the Force.
Beyond smuggling and snark, Ford possesses a knack for the mechanical, and loves to build and put things together... even if they don't always work. His ship's workbench is littered with failed gadgets and trinkets he's attempted to cobble from old parts, and he's got a special storage spot reserved solely for objects he thinks may prove useful in the future, or he's been meaning to take apart and poke at. His love of machines extends to working and attempting to improve an old transport he uses for smuggling operations, though he's ended up scrapping quite a few features out of frustration or lack of good parts; junkyards aren't the most reliable shopping spots. True to his nature, he's taught himself much of what he knows, usually by becoming intimately familiar with all the ways something won't work in his favor. However, this means that he's grown very good at troubleshooting problems, and if something isn't working, odds are he'll have at least 3 different explanations as to why, and hopefully a solution... which he'll be happy to inform you of. With gusto.
Profession: Smuggler
Previous Faction/Rank: None
Equipment: Pair of Blaster Pistols; Holster/Utility Belt; Binoculars; Smoke Pellets; Flash-bang Grenade; Electronic Lockpick; 30' of Synthrope; Retractable Grapple Launcher (self-made)
Starship: Scovus-class light freighter (stock droid co-pilot until he can get someone he thinks would be a suitable crewmate... and willing enough to follow him through his ridiculous tasks)
Skills:
Weapon Proficiency - Blaster Pistols
Language - Basic, Fluent
Language - Huttese, Intermediate
Ship Repairs and Maintenance, small freighters
Force Abilities
Telekinetic: 0
Telepathic: 1
Body: 1
Sense:3
Protection: 0
Healing: 0
Destruction: 0
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 4
Speed: 5
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 5
Bio:
Early Years (0-12)
Ford was born to Sarah and Joseph Benett in Mos Eisley on Tatooine, both parents slaves to a local business lord. His parents prayed that he would be strong enough to not only survive the tough world, but thrive and escape it. They got more than they ever could've anticipated; from an early age, Ford displayed an incredible connection with the Force, able to move faster than his peers, dodge the local dangers well ahead of any sort of warning sign and, with a lot of concentration, even see visions of things nearby. Ford was thrilled; he believed he'd been born some kind of super hero, and swore to free all the slaves in Mos Eisley, and eventually, all of Tatooine! However, his powers scared his parents, fearing he might be discovered, kidnapped and used for ill gains; they discouraged it, much to Ford's confusion. But he continued to practice his talents away from prying eyes, learning through trial and error all that he could gleam about the Force. As his abilities grew, Ford became more confident, sure of himself and tried to assert himself among the local kids. Being unable to really demonstrate his powers, the children laughed him out and shunned him; Ford took it in stride, knowing that when he grew older, he could prove to them that he was the best of them all!
Smuggling Origins (13-18)
For his 13th birthday, Ford's dad got him his first real weapon: a small blaster pistol. Much as it scared his mother, both parents knew Ford would have to learn how to fight and hold his own in such a dangerous part of an already dangerous world. Ford practiced with his new 'toy' as much as he did with his Force powers, growing extremely adept with the weapon. This bolstered his confidence even more, but also triggered his modern mindset; he didn't need this 'Force' to accomplish great things, not when a blaster pistol could do the job just as well!
Ford's older viewpoints started to comprehend how hard his family had it in Mos Eisley; both parents were slaves, unable to leave the terrible place and unable to fight for or buy their freedom. Their entrapment fuelled Ford's appreciation for freedom, and started his criminal streak. It started small, swiping something without permission when no one was looking, but quickly escalated to a more organized process, re-selling his stolen goods to those willing to buy. In time, he started breaking into warehouses and transports, seeking more high quality products, as well as agreeing to get things from one place to another around the port.
Of course, none of his targets were very willing to part with their supplies, so he would typically run into trouble; one particular instance he recalls was his first botched raid on a warehouse. Looking to snag a few crates of unrefined durasteel, Ford broke into a corporate warehouse to liberate some materials. But, to his dismay, the company who owned the material left guards on the inside as well as the outer perimeter. While firefights were not new to Ford, this one pit him against the most he'd ever fought on his own before. Since Ford had managed to get inside to the storage, he had plenty of cover, but it made aiming harder under such heavy fire. During the action, Ford hit and killed two guards, forcing the others into retreat to save themselves. Ford managed to escape, without a haul, but still alive. However, his actions stuck with him; he'd never killed before, and the thought of him having robbed some families of a brother or father ate away at his insides. Ford redoubled his practice with his blasters from then on, hoping to avoid killing as many people as he could in the future. He had no right to choose who lived and who died, regardless of his intentions or actions; he was certainly great, but he was no god. Since then, Ford made a conscious effort, even under pressure, to take careful aim and avoid killing his opponents unless he deemed it an absolute necessity.
All the credits he made from his endeavours, he saved, stashing it away for the day he could buy his parents' freedom, and then saving up to buy back all the slaves in Mos Eisley. But to earn more faster, he needed to upgrade his services; his dinky little speeder wasn't going to do the job he needed....
Professional Scoundrel (19-21, present)
Ford purchased his current transport ship with most of the money he'd saved up at 19 years old, being largely the only thing he could afford. The junkyard owner had intended to throw out an old Scovus-class freighter craft, but agreed to sell it to Ford for a bare bones price. Ford quickly took to fixing the old craft up and getting it running, as well as customizing it to suit his needs. His aptitude for mechanical devices aided him greatly in getting the old thing up and running, and within a year, he finally managed to achieve lift-off and get all the way into orbit. Needless to say, Ford was thoroughly pleased with himself. Ford's reach could span much further now, allowing him to take on more lucrative jobs. Of course, shortly after his new upgrade, Ford became familiar (and annoyed) with the troubles both the Republic and the Empire gave him in his line of work. While Ford liked dealing with neither one, he preferred running into the Republic over the Empire; they were much more likely to ask questions first and shoot later. Ford's jobs continue to take him to surrounding planets, but he operates in and around Tatooine primarily, never straying too far from his home.
RP Sample:
"Oh, for crying out loud, where's a circuit bypass stabilizer when you need one!" Ford yelled in frustration as he dug through the mound of tools in his tool crate, parts, wrenches, hammers and all other manner of handy objects getting tossed over his shoulder into another growing mound behind him. "I can't find it... unless someone has moved it. And they shouldn't have, because that would mean they've been on my ship without my permission!" he growled in exasperation, standing up and turning around. He walked to the nearest boarding ramp, punching the button that lowered it and stepping on as it dropped down. Ford raised a hand to his eyes as he looked out at the hot flats around him, eyeing the other ships parked near his. Before he could really take in who was around to ask for the tool he needed, he spied the familiar sight of white armor and blaster rifles marching in formation. Right for his ship. "...I hate this stupid, scorching rock..." he muttered under his breath, before forcing that charming smile to his face and clapping his hands together. "Hello again, gentlemen! How can I help you this... fine day?"
Age: 21
Race: Human
Birth place: Tatooine
Height: 6' 0"
Weight: 185 lbs
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Appearance: Ford stands a good 6 feet even, sporting short, messy dark brown hair and algae green eyes. Built lean and toned, Ford is physically stronger than he appears. Ford almost always has dusty old vest and two belts on him at all times, lined with pockets to hold his things and a holster on each for his two blaster pistols. Ford often wears thick, tattered old boots, comfortable enough to bare wearing, but thick enough to protect him from walking on anything harmful.
And, almost a constant factor, Ford wears a confident smirk on his face.
Personality: Ford is an extremely defiant guy; he finds the idea of following someone else's orders, even if they are proven better than him to the task, unbearably distasteful. Of course, this makes perfect sense to Ford; in his mind, he's the best thing to grace the galaxy, and as such, following orders that aren't his own is a bad idea. He is egocentric and not afraid to make it known to everyone around him, which means that just about anything out of his mouth is boastful and more than likely exaggerated. Ford sees little reason is beating around the bush on anything, so whether taking action or speaking to someone, he is direct and blunt about it, for better or, usually, worse. He is a hopeless womanizer, making passes at any woman who remotely catches his eye, and lacing every other sentence out of his mouth around women in innuendo. All this results in a very pointed exterior that makes working with him a challenge and getting to know him more even harder... which is a shame, because Ford has remarkable potential as a leader underneath it all.
Ford believes that his egocentric behavior is merely a perk that comes with being the best, countering the enormous pressure it puts on him. In his mind, he IS the best, and being so comes with responsibility; Ford values freedom above all else, and believes everyone is entitled to their own choice. Since he's the best person ever, it's his job to make sure that everyone gets to choose things for themselves, and to protect those under his command or care against all odds. Ford believes there is no greater disgrace or foul act then to readily possess the ability to help others, yet refuse to extend a helping hand. As such, Ford generally views nobility, politicians or rich savants with disdain. But Ford works hard to practice what he preaches; since he thinks himself the best person in the galaxy, he believes it's his job to aid those who can't help themselves and to free those who simply want to be free, of any species, on any planet, across the galaxy. Ford does not side with either the Republic or the Empire, as he believes both have their bad sides and restrict people more than they should be; however, if he had to aid one or the other, he would side with the Republic, as they tend to be diplomatic about misunderstandings than the Empire. Given the opportunity, Ford would tear out both sides of the conflict and start fresh, with his stellar self dictating most of the changes.
Ford views his proficiency with the Force in a less than stellar light. He believes that everyone should try to accomplish things of their own power, not relying on some questionable space magic; it makes things uneven and gives an unfair advantage to the user. As such, Ford uses his Force powers sparingly, reserved for the most dire of situations or when no other option is available. At a younger age, Ford believed that his aptitude was a gift he could use to free him, his parents and the other slaves around him; but his power worried them, fearing he might be caught and taken away, so they discouraged it's use in the open. Growing older, Ford realized he could do plenty without the Force, and in time, ceased practising it's use altogether. However, his old regimens still stick in his mind and body, and if needed, he can focus enough to call on them in tough times; undesirable as they may be, Ford admits they have their uses. However, Ford's still not entirely aware that he continues to use the Force even when he isn't trying; he can pick up on things that would otherwise go unnoticed, he senses things that nobody else can detect, and his knack for getting into trouble is countered by his keen instincts being subtly enhanced by his connection to the Force.
Beyond smuggling and snark, Ford possesses a knack for the mechanical, and loves to build and put things together... even if they don't always work. His ship's workbench is littered with failed gadgets and trinkets he's attempted to cobble from old parts, and he's got a special storage spot reserved solely for objects he thinks may prove useful in the future, or he's been meaning to take apart and poke at. His love of machines extends to working and attempting to improve an old transport he uses for smuggling operations, though he's ended up scrapping quite a few features out of frustration or lack of good parts; junkyards aren't the most reliable shopping spots. True to his nature, he's taught himself much of what he knows, usually by becoming intimately familiar with all the ways something won't work in his favor. However, this means that he's grown very good at troubleshooting problems, and if something isn't working, odds are he'll have at least 3 different explanations as to why, and hopefully a solution... which he'll be happy to inform you of. With gusto.
Profession: Smuggler
Previous Faction/Rank: None
Equipment: Pair of Blaster Pistols; Holster/Utility Belt; Binoculars; Smoke Pellets; Flash-bang Grenade; Electronic Lockpick; 30' of Synthrope; Retractable Grapple Launcher (self-made)
Starship: Scovus-class light freighter (stock droid co-pilot until he can get someone he thinks would be a suitable crewmate... and willing enough to follow him through his ridiculous tasks)
Skills:
Weapon Proficiency - Blaster Pistols
Language - Basic, Fluent
Language - Huttese, Intermediate
Ship Repairs and Maintenance, small freighters
Force Abilities
Telekinetic: 0
Telepathic: 1
Body: 1
Sense:3
Protection: 0
Healing: 0
Destruction: 0
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 4
Speed: 5
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 5
Bio:
Early Years (0-12)
Ford was born to Sarah and Joseph Benett in Mos Eisley on Tatooine, both parents slaves to a local business lord. His parents prayed that he would be strong enough to not only survive the tough world, but thrive and escape it. They got more than they ever could've anticipated; from an early age, Ford displayed an incredible connection with the Force, able to move faster than his peers, dodge the local dangers well ahead of any sort of warning sign and, with a lot of concentration, even see visions of things nearby. Ford was thrilled; he believed he'd been born some kind of super hero, and swore to free all the slaves in Mos Eisley, and eventually, all of Tatooine! However, his powers scared his parents, fearing he might be discovered, kidnapped and used for ill gains; they discouraged it, much to Ford's confusion. But he continued to practice his talents away from prying eyes, learning through trial and error all that he could gleam about the Force. As his abilities grew, Ford became more confident, sure of himself and tried to assert himself among the local kids. Being unable to really demonstrate his powers, the children laughed him out and shunned him; Ford took it in stride, knowing that when he grew older, he could prove to them that he was the best of them all!
Smuggling Origins (13-18)
For his 13th birthday, Ford's dad got him his first real weapon: a small blaster pistol. Much as it scared his mother, both parents knew Ford would have to learn how to fight and hold his own in such a dangerous part of an already dangerous world. Ford practiced with his new 'toy' as much as he did with his Force powers, growing extremely adept with the weapon. This bolstered his confidence even more, but also triggered his modern mindset; he didn't need this 'Force' to accomplish great things, not when a blaster pistol could do the job just as well!
Ford's older viewpoints started to comprehend how hard his family had it in Mos Eisley; both parents were slaves, unable to leave the terrible place and unable to fight for or buy their freedom. Their entrapment fuelled Ford's appreciation for freedom, and started his criminal streak. It started small, swiping something without permission when no one was looking, but quickly escalated to a more organized process, re-selling his stolen goods to those willing to buy. In time, he started breaking into warehouses and transports, seeking more high quality products, as well as agreeing to get things from one place to another around the port.
Of course, none of his targets were very willing to part with their supplies, so he would typically run into trouble; one particular instance he recalls was his first botched raid on a warehouse. Looking to snag a few crates of unrefined durasteel, Ford broke into a corporate warehouse to liberate some materials. But, to his dismay, the company who owned the material left guards on the inside as well as the outer perimeter. While firefights were not new to Ford, this one pit him against the most he'd ever fought on his own before. Since Ford had managed to get inside to the storage, he had plenty of cover, but it made aiming harder under such heavy fire. During the action, Ford hit and killed two guards, forcing the others into retreat to save themselves. Ford managed to escape, without a haul, but still alive. However, his actions stuck with him; he'd never killed before, and the thought of him having robbed some families of a brother or father ate away at his insides. Ford redoubled his practice with his blasters from then on, hoping to avoid killing as many people as he could in the future. He had no right to choose who lived and who died, regardless of his intentions or actions; he was certainly great, but he was no god. Since then, Ford made a conscious effort, even under pressure, to take careful aim and avoid killing his opponents unless he deemed it an absolute necessity.
All the credits he made from his endeavours, he saved, stashing it away for the day he could buy his parents' freedom, and then saving up to buy back all the slaves in Mos Eisley. But to earn more faster, he needed to upgrade his services; his dinky little speeder wasn't going to do the job he needed....
Professional Scoundrel (19-21, present)
Ford purchased his current transport ship with most of the money he'd saved up at 19 years old, being largely the only thing he could afford. The junkyard owner had intended to throw out an old Scovus-class freighter craft, but agreed to sell it to Ford for a bare bones price. Ford quickly took to fixing the old craft up and getting it running, as well as customizing it to suit his needs. His aptitude for mechanical devices aided him greatly in getting the old thing up and running, and within a year, he finally managed to achieve lift-off and get all the way into orbit. Needless to say, Ford was thoroughly pleased with himself. Ford's reach could span much further now, allowing him to take on more lucrative jobs. Of course, shortly after his new upgrade, Ford became familiar (and annoyed) with the troubles both the Republic and the Empire gave him in his line of work. While Ford liked dealing with neither one, he preferred running into the Republic over the Empire; they were much more likely to ask questions first and shoot later. Ford's jobs continue to take him to surrounding planets, but he operates in and around Tatooine primarily, never straying too far from his home.
RP Sample:
"Oh, for crying out loud, where's a circuit bypass stabilizer when you need one!" Ford yelled in frustration as he dug through the mound of tools in his tool crate, parts, wrenches, hammers and all other manner of handy objects getting tossed over his shoulder into another growing mound behind him. "I can't find it... unless someone has moved it. And they shouldn't have, because that would mean they've been on my ship without my permission!" he growled in exasperation, standing up and turning around. He walked to the nearest boarding ramp, punching the button that lowered it and stepping on as it dropped down. Ford raised a hand to his eyes as he looked out at the hot flats around him, eyeing the other ships parked near his. Before he could really take in who was around to ask for the tool he needed, he spied the familiar sight of white armor and blaster rifles marching in formation. Right for his ship. "...I hate this stupid, scorching rock..." he muttered under his breath, before forcing that charming smile to his face and clapping his hands together. "Hello again, gentlemen! How can I help you this... fine day?"
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