Post by Amosian on May 4, 2014 1:02:53 GMT -5
Name: Hath 'Sparks' Angerean
Age: 28
Race: Human
Birth place:
Height:1.8m
Weight:200lbs
Eye Color:Brown
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Appearance: Hath is tall, and more solidly built than most Humans. Where his brothers inherited the qualities of a diplomat or a businessman, Hath was born with strong arms, and quick fists. His chiseled jaw, and muscular neck make him an intimidating site. Not one for the high society that he was born into, Hath would typically be garbed in simple clothes that would see him more at home in a cantina on a mining moon. Heavy set boots, black trousers, and a simple black shirt that showed his muscular physique, and discreetly portly stomach. Aside from his strength, Hath has no obviously defining features. He is typically clean shaven, and wears a bracelet of bone beads on leather on his left hand. Across his left shoulder, Hath has a large tattoo of primitive tribal patterns. The right side of his torso carries a large burn from his work as a mercenary.
Personality: Hath is both a fairly laid back man with a casual approach to most things in life, and a man with a short temper. Particular in his youth, he was known to be quick to resort to fighting, and as such earned him the nick name ‘Sparks’. In his later 20s, he has learned some level of patience, although it is likely to be a subtle art that he will be unlikely to master. Hath fancies himself a bit of a womanizer, regardless of race or social standing. His first love will always be anything mechanical, and he has an ongoing suspicion of anything associated with high society, including Jedi. While not as bright as his brothers, Hath is of moderate intelligence – when he can override is impulsive nature.
Profession: Fringer. Hath has taken on various employment endeavors, from mechanic to small time debt collector, but does not have a specific profession to speak of.
Previous Faction/Rank:
Equipment: A side blaster, and a long range blaster rifle.
Starship: Amurissa
Skills: Although a native speaker of Basic, Hath is able to pick up language with relative ease. In many situations he has at least a limited understanding of what is being said, even if he can’t understand the entirety of the speech in question.
Anything mechanical has fascinated Hath from a very young age. His father had often said that Hath had learned to use a wrench before he could walk or talk.
Hath is a skilled fighter, specifically in hand to hand combat. He can use most ordinary items as effective weapons, and has moderate skill with ranged weapons. He boasts that the drunker he gets, the better aim he is with a blaster.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 8
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 6
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 8
Melee Weapons: 7
Ranged Weapons: 6
Bio: The youngest of three brothers, Hath was born into a wealth and plenty. His father owned a mining trading company which purchased ore off mining planets, smelted and refined it, and sold it on as a commodity. It was through this line of business, that Hath had access to all things mechanical from a young age. He was often left in the ‘care’ of the workers at the factories, and even to some extent, the mines themselves. It was in these seemingly unforgiving environments that Hath learned his mechanical skills, and his ability to fight.
When he was aged 7 (Hath had assumed he was 5), some of the workers children learned of his back ground, and out of jealousy set on him. Out numbered, and by some children as old as 12, Hath suffered a sever beating which left him unconscious with several broken ribs. It was only at the intervention of a senior engineer that Hath did not suffer a more serious fate.
Hath affectionately referred to the man as his granddad, and effectively adopted him as such as his biological grandparents had died before Hath was born.
Granddad then set about teaching Hath everything he could about mechanics and engineering, and how to defend himself. While Granddad was not a large man, he had been in the mines his whole life, and was able to offer Hath the benefit of his hard earned experiences.
As Hath grew older, his formal education declined, as he was more interested in everything he could learn outside of a class room. His home life became one of neglect and isolation.
By the age of 12, his mostly absent mother had died of cancer, and his father had given up on his third son. His bothers being 5 and 6 years his senior had little to no interest in Hath, save to see him as a nuisance and a blight on their family.
At the age of 13, while still being attached to the family financial lifeline, and at the advise of Granddad, Hath purchased a small craft. It was capable of deep space travel, and was primarily used as a small courier ship, yacht or in this case, by executives inspecting their business interests.
Hath originally named his craft Wraith, and used it as his escape as his home life was not that of a nurturing one. Wraith was his freedom, although he never ventured far from home, save to visit nearby moons and mining colonies, and of course Granddad. A short while later his adopted grandparent died of old aged and from a life hard lived. This was the start of a serious of events that would ultimately shape Hath’s grim outlook on life.
It was around this time that Hath, now with the nickname ‘Sparks’ met Amurissa Strand. A human of similar age, and daughter of a dominant politician, and the pair seemed destined for each other. Within 6 months, she had been kidnapped, raped, and murdered.
A conflict between Amurissa’s parents, and an extremist faction had threatened to erupt into a significant conflict. The Strand family engaged the help of the Jedi to act as mediators to the situation. During this mediation, Amurissa was kidnapped, and her release offered as part of a black mail bargaining. The Jedi persuaded the Strand family not to take up arms, but rely on diplomacy to resolve the situation, convincing them that they had time, and the extremist faction couldn’t afford to hurt Amurissa during negotiations. Within 24 hours of her kidnapping, Amurissa’s corrupted body was returned, ending the mediation.
Hath blamed the Jedi for Amurissa’s brutal death, and grew deeply suspicious of the entire Jedi order, not to mention high society as a whole. It wasn’t long before Hath began drinking and brawling his way through many settlements cantinas.
Shortly after this, Hath’s father died, leaving the business to the two older brothers, who immediately cut ties entirely with Hath. At age 14, he was alone in the universe.
For the next 10 years, he became nomadic and resentful. His employment ranged from being a hired thug at mining settlements (due to his developing height and muscle) to mechanical work for various companies.
At age 24, Hath found himself in the Corellian system. Having heard the reputation of the Corellian ship building, he managed to get work in a Corellian salvage yard, dismantling retired vessels. It was dull work as droids did most of the labour, and he was more in a supervisory role, which grated against his personality. For him, it required far too much patience and team work. He did, however, manage to acquire various parts from old ships that he used to help modify and repair his own craft. Hath managed to endure over 2 years of this work, motivated primarily by the sourcing of cheap parts.
During his down time, he would routinely spend hours in local cantinas often drinking and brawling with others like himself. It was during this time that he made the closest thing he had to friends. They drank together, the fought each other, but that was about it.
In his 26th year, after a particularly brutal fight amongst his ‘friends’ and some off worlders, he met Dulias Witster – an exiled Jedi.
Dulia never talked much about the reason for his exile, but it centered around his loss of faith in the order, and its inability for action and justice. He believed the mantra that once made the Jedi champions for justice and peace, was the very thing that prevented them from upholding it.
Over the next 18 months Dulias taught Hath combat skills to build on his already impressive natural ability at fighting. By the time he was 28, Hath had left Corellian system with Dulias, and was a mercenary.
It was during this time that he honed his skills with a blaster dramatically improved, and under the tutelage of the former Jedi, was on the road to becoming a moderately talented marksman.
Unbeknown to Hath, Dulias had also been teaching him patience and control over his impulses. Dulias knew Hath would never have mastery over such things, but believed he could stand to improve such areas.
Hath’s time as a mercenary lasted 9 months before Dulias was killed during a fierce fire fight that left Hath with third degree burns along his rib cage. He couldn’t afford the surgery to have it fixed properly, so it remains a scar.
After the death of his only real friend, Hath left mercenary work, and began traveling back to the Corellian system in search of employment.
RP Sample: Hath ‘Sparks’ Angerean walked into the cantina and headed straight towards the bar. Out of habit, he glanced around as he did so, taking in his surroundings as best he could. It was quiet today.
‘Yeah?’ the grizzled bar tender in guttural basic.
‘Altha’ Hath responded, leaning casually on the illuminated bar surface. He received his protein drink and remained at the bar.
As he drank, he surveyed the room over the rim of his mug.
A couple of freighters in a booth, deep in conversation. A sullen miner in the corner, swaying on his seat. A small group of tourists, mixed race of both sexes talking and laughing loudly. But what caught Hath’s attention most, was a human man who had not taken his eyes of Hath since he walked in.
Suspiciously, Hath nodded in the strangers direction. A gesture of acknowledgment, but ambiguous as to its intendsed meaning. The mans scowling expression did not changed except for a subtle wince of curiosity and annoyance towards the new comer. Hath didn’t notice.
‘Any news?’ Hath asked the bar tender, watching the stranger from the corner of his eye.
‘As little as you’d expect.’ He said and spat on the floor ‘Miners keep mining, traders keep trading, and this gawdamn dust gets in everything.’ He spat again.
Hath had noticed the floor was rather gritty, but no more or less than any other cantina on any other moon in the outer rim.
‘Anyone hiring?’ Hath asked, still watching the stranger who hadn’t moved.
‘Not round here. Not enough money in these mines since those gawdamn poachers came around. Gotta pay those gawdamn poachers just to earn a gawdamn living. Protection money! Pfft, from what? The gawndamn dust?!’ The bar tender spat again, and walked away muttering angrily to himself.
The spectacle had distracted Hath momentarily. When he redirected his attention back to the stranger, he only saw an empty seat. Puzzled, Hath made for the exit, leaving his drink unfinished. He wasn’t about to let some stranger try and intimidate him and not find out why.
Age: 28
Race: Human
Birth place:
Height:1.8m
Weight:200lbs
Eye Color:Brown
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Appearance: Hath is tall, and more solidly built than most Humans. Where his brothers inherited the qualities of a diplomat or a businessman, Hath was born with strong arms, and quick fists. His chiseled jaw, and muscular neck make him an intimidating site. Not one for the high society that he was born into, Hath would typically be garbed in simple clothes that would see him more at home in a cantina on a mining moon. Heavy set boots, black trousers, and a simple black shirt that showed his muscular physique, and discreetly portly stomach. Aside from his strength, Hath has no obviously defining features. He is typically clean shaven, and wears a bracelet of bone beads on leather on his left hand. Across his left shoulder, Hath has a large tattoo of primitive tribal patterns. The right side of his torso carries a large burn from his work as a mercenary.
Personality: Hath is both a fairly laid back man with a casual approach to most things in life, and a man with a short temper. Particular in his youth, he was known to be quick to resort to fighting, and as such earned him the nick name ‘Sparks’. In his later 20s, he has learned some level of patience, although it is likely to be a subtle art that he will be unlikely to master. Hath fancies himself a bit of a womanizer, regardless of race or social standing. His first love will always be anything mechanical, and he has an ongoing suspicion of anything associated with high society, including Jedi. While not as bright as his brothers, Hath is of moderate intelligence – when he can override is impulsive nature.
Profession: Fringer. Hath has taken on various employment endeavors, from mechanic to small time debt collector, but does not have a specific profession to speak of.
Previous Faction/Rank:
Equipment: A side blaster, and a long range blaster rifle.
Starship: Amurissa
Skills: Although a native speaker of Basic, Hath is able to pick up language with relative ease. In many situations he has at least a limited understanding of what is being said, even if he can’t understand the entirety of the speech in question.
Anything mechanical has fascinated Hath from a very young age. His father had often said that Hath had learned to use a wrench before he could walk or talk.
Hath is a skilled fighter, specifically in hand to hand combat. He can use most ordinary items as effective weapons, and has moderate skill with ranged weapons. He boasts that the drunker he gets, the better aim he is with a blaster.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 8
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 6
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 8
Melee Weapons: 7
Ranged Weapons: 6
Bio: The youngest of three brothers, Hath was born into a wealth and plenty. His father owned a mining trading company which purchased ore off mining planets, smelted and refined it, and sold it on as a commodity. It was through this line of business, that Hath had access to all things mechanical from a young age. He was often left in the ‘care’ of the workers at the factories, and even to some extent, the mines themselves. It was in these seemingly unforgiving environments that Hath learned his mechanical skills, and his ability to fight.
When he was aged 7 (Hath had assumed he was 5), some of the workers children learned of his back ground, and out of jealousy set on him. Out numbered, and by some children as old as 12, Hath suffered a sever beating which left him unconscious with several broken ribs. It was only at the intervention of a senior engineer that Hath did not suffer a more serious fate.
Hath affectionately referred to the man as his granddad, and effectively adopted him as such as his biological grandparents had died before Hath was born.
Granddad then set about teaching Hath everything he could about mechanics and engineering, and how to defend himself. While Granddad was not a large man, he had been in the mines his whole life, and was able to offer Hath the benefit of his hard earned experiences.
As Hath grew older, his formal education declined, as he was more interested in everything he could learn outside of a class room. His home life became one of neglect and isolation.
By the age of 12, his mostly absent mother had died of cancer, and his father had given up on his third son. His bothers being 5 and 6 years his senior had little to no interest in Hath, save to see him as a nuisance and a blight on their family.
At the age of 13, while still being attached to the family financial lifeline, and at the advise of Granddad, Hath purchased a small craft. It was capable of deep space travel, and was primarily used as a small courier ship, yacht or in this case, by executives inspecting their business interests.
Hath originally named his craft Wraith, and used it as his escape as his home life was not that of a nurturing one. Wraith was his freedom, although he never ventured far from home, save to visit nearby moons and mining colonies, and of course Granddad. A short while later his adopted grandparent died of old aged and from a life hard lived. This was the start of a serious of events that would ultimately shape Hath’s grim outlook on life.
It was around this time that Hath, now with the nickname ‘Sparks’ met Amurissa Strand. A human of similar age, and daughter of a dominant politician, and the pair seemed destined for each other. Within 6 months, she had been kidnapped, raped, and murdered.
A conflict between Amurissa’s parents, and an extremist faction had threatened to erupt into a significant conflict. The Strand family engaged the help of the Jedi to act as mediators to the situation. During this mediation, Amurissa was kidnapped, and her release offered as part of a black mail bargaining. The Jedi persuaded the Strand family not to take up arms, but rely on diplomacy to resolve the situation, convincing them that they had time, and the extremist faction couldn’t afford to hurt Amurissa during negotiations. Within 24 hours of her kidnapping, Amurissa’s corrupted body was returned, ending the mediation.
Hath blamed the Jedi for Amurissa’s brutal death, and grew deeply suspicious of the entire Jedi order, not to mention high society as a whole. It wasn’t long before Hath began drinking and brawling his way through many settlements cantinas.
Shortly after this, Hath’s father died, leaving the business to the two older brothers, who immediately cut ties entirely with Hath. At age 14, he was alone in the universe.
For the next 10 years, he became nomadic and resentful. His employment ranged from being a hired thug at mining settlements (due to his developing height and muscle) to mechanical work for various companies.
At age 24, Hath found himself in the Corellian system. Having heard the reputation of the Corellian ship building, he managed to get work in a Corellian salvage yard, dismantling retired vessels. It was dull work as droids did most of the labour, and he was more in a supervisory role, which grated against his personality. For him, it required far too much patience and team work. He did, however, manage to acquire various parts from old ships that he used to help modify and repair his own craft. Hath managed to endure over 2 years of this work, motivated primarily by the sourcing of cheap parts.
During his down time, he would routinely spend hours in local cantinas often drinking and brawling with others like himself. It was during this time that he made the closest thing he had to friends. They drank together, the fought each other, but that was about it.
In his 26th year, after a particularly brutal fight amongst his ‘friends’ and some off worlders, he met Dulias Witster – an exiled Jedi.
Dulia never talked much about the reason for his exile, but it centered around his loss of faith in the order, and its inability for action and justice. He believed the mantra that once made the Jedi champions for justice and peace, was the very thing that prevented them from upholding it.
Over the next 18 months Dulias taught Hath combat skills to build on his already impressive natural ability at fighting. By the time he was 28, Hath had left Corellian system with Dulias, and was a mercenary.
It was during this time that he honed his skills with a blaster dramatically improved, and under the tutelage of the former Jedi, was on the road to becoming a moderately talented marksman.
Unbeknown to Hath, Dulias had also been teaching him patience and control over his impulses. Dulias knew Hath would never have mastery over such things, but believed he could stand to improve such areas.
Hath’s time as a mercenary lasted 9 months before Dulias was killed during a fierce fire fight that left Hath with third degree burns along his rib cage. He couldn’t afford the surgery to have it fixed properly, so it remains a scar.
After the death of his only real friend, Hath left mercenary work, and began traveling back to the Corellian system in search of employment.
RP Sample: Hath ‘Sparks’ Angerean walked into the cantina and headed straight towards the bar. Out of habit, he glanced around as he did so, taking in his surroundings as best he could. It was quiet today.
‘Yeah?’ the grizzled bar tender in guttural basic.
‘Altha’ Hath responded, leaning casually on the illuminated bar surface. He received his protein drink and remained at the bar.
As he drank, he surveyed the room over the rim of his mug.
A couple of freighters in a booth, deep in conversation. A sullen miner in the corner, swaying on his seat. A small group of tourists, mixed race of both sexes talking and laughing loudly. But what caught Hath’s attention most, was a human man who had not taken his eyes of Hath since he walked in.
Suspiciously, Hath nodded in the strangers direction. A gesture of acknowledgment, but ambiguous as to its intendsed meaning. The mans scowling expression did not changed except for a subtle wince of curiosity and annoyance towards the new comer. Hath didn’t notice.
‘Any news?’ Hath asked the bar tender, watching the stranger from the corner of his eye.
‘As little as you’d expect.’ He said and spat on the floor ‘Miners keep mining, traders keep trading, and this gawdamn dust gets in everything.’ He spat again.
Hath had noticed the floor was rather gritty, but no more or less than any other cantina on any other moon in the outer rim.
‘Anyone hiring?’ Hath asked, still watching the stranger who hadn’t moved.
‘Not round here. Not enough money in these mines since those gawdamn poachers came around. Gotta pay those gawdamn poachers just to earn a gawdamn living. Protection money! Pfft, from what? The gawndamn dust?!’ The bar tender spat again, and walked away muttering angrily to himself.
The spectacle had distracted Hath momentarily. When he redirected his attention back to the stranger, he only saw an empty seat. Puzzled, Hath made for the exit, leaving his drink unfinished. He wasn’t about to let some stranger try and intimidate him and not find out why.
