Post by Res on Jul 15, 2014 6:06:43 GMT -5
Name: Oberon Tarka Jr.
Alias: Jorin Kins
Age: 18
Race: Human
Birth Place: Coruscant
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 189
Eye Color: Heterochromia(right:blue, left:green)
Hair Color: Strawberry-blond
Appearance:
The appearance of Oberon isn't one would take to a fancy restaurant. His strawberry-blond hair is messy and hangs down past his shoulders. In his left ear he has a ear ring that he stole from a woman. His clothes are tattered and miss matched. Most of the time he doesn't wear the coat he pilfered from a store. He has heterochromia, which means his eyes are two different colors. His right eye is a brilliant blue, while his left is a dull shade of green.
On him as well is his bag that he carries with him at all times. It keeps his food, various key cards that help him get into different buildings. It also holds his data pad helps him slice into computer systems. Oberon stashes a couple hats so he can cover his face if need to.
Oberons build isn't muscular but it isn't all flab. He keeps in somewhat In shape form free running and hoisting himself up so he can escape. Standing at 5'8" he doesn't stand out in a crowd which is good for him.
Personality:
Oberons personality is all over the place when talking to people he doesn't know. You can't tell what he is thinking but you can almost always can guess its what he can steal. His mind is always on what hr can pickpocket next or what he can pilfer from the local stand without getting caught. He is always seen with a smile when he has a mark in sight.
It brings him pleasure when he is thieving in the Under city of Coruscant. With him being an orphan for most of his life he doesn't trust most people and he would rather be left alone. He has one or two friends that he made while he was in the orphanage but he mostly keeps to himself.
Profession: Thief
Previous Faction/Rank:Orphan
Equipment:
Data Pad
Various key cards
Numerous hats
Vibroknife
Shoulder bag
Ships/Vehicles: n/a
Skills:
Pickpocket
Lock pick
Slicing
Free running
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 7
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 1
Bio:
Oberon was born to Oberon Sr. and Yasmeen Tarka. He was born into a very high influenced wealthy family on Coruscant. But that life was short lived. He was around six month when his parents were killed in a bombing assassination. It turned out that the people that hired the bounty hunter to kill his parents, embezzled all of the families wealth and left Oberon Jr. with nothing. He had no family and no one that his family knew would take him in.
After the nightmare that happened with his parents he was taken to an orphanage on Coruscant. He grew up there playing and being a well behaved kid. For the first few years of his life he didn't show any signs not what he was to become.
Oberon shared his toys with the other kids, never was dishonest in any way. All in all he led a pretty average life at the orphanage. Though it was around his fifth birthday he started to change. He kept seeing the older kids getting adopted to families. Not knowing what was wrong with him, why he wasn't getting adopted. The kid started to lash out to the people that ran the center. Stealing the other kids toys and lying about it. This small stuff went on for several years.
Around seven or eight he started to take money from the adults that ran the orphanage. It was small stuff like a credit or two. He found a rush when doing it, a even bigger one when he got away with it. He would his it in his one of his roommates dresser drawers when the knew he was busted. He hardly ever was caught and when he was they would just tell him what he did wrong and he'd promise not to do again.
Around the age of ten he started to hang out with a group of older kids that lived on the streets. He would hang out with them all day learning to pickpocket from them and how not to get caught. Oberon stole small stuff at first, such as fruit and bread from the stands in the marketplace in under city of Coruscant.
In this time he learned how to fight and take care of himself on the streets. By his twelfth birthday he had basically ran away from the orphanage thinking that he would never find a home. Around the same time, Oberon started going by the name of Jorin Kins. He thought it would be better not to use his real name while living on the streets because they may take him back to the orphanage. That was one place he didn't want to be.
He was getting really good and districting the merchant while one of the younger kids took something. Having been caught once, so far by a Rodian fruit merchant he luckily had just pickpocket a woman and had enough to pay for the bread.
As he got older he moved onto bigger and better jobs. He was now learning to slice by a kid in the group named Holden. Holden was the pseudo leader of the group that Oberon ran with. Having stolen a datapad from a man at an outdoor cantina he made it so he could slice into a computer terminal and shut lights and even camera off. But this was only for a short amount of time. Neither Holden nor he had much knowledge in bypassing the backup system.
Around his sixteenth birthday Oberon came into possession of key card that Holden swiped from a manager of a warehouse that supplied various shops around Coruscant. They now had access to bigger jobs but they knew they still weren't skilled enough to pull them off. They would need older more experienced burglars.
His free running skills had greatly improved he could out maneuver the police and get into areas that they couldn't. Or he could scale a wall and escape with general ease. He also learned how to land from a good height and not hurt himself. Having hurt himself several times trying to perfect the stunt. Another skill he picked up was to wear hats to hide his face from people but not look like thats what he was doing.
It had been six years since he left the orphanage and started living on the streets of Coruscant. He didn't mind where he was at in his life he was genuinely happy and he was hardly ever hungry. He had mostly stayed out of trouble for the most part. Being busted by the police once or twice a trying to do a bigger hit than normal. After the last one he swore off trying to steal from Senators and political figures all together. But he was content with his life and would continue to live it until he couldn't any more.
RP Sample:
It was a quiet day in the under belly of the great planet city of Coruscant. Oberon sat in his den that he's called home counting the credits that he stole from a Duros passed out outside of a cantina. He had a feeling that the man wouldn't know that his credits where gone far after Oberon had left. Looking up as he heard a noise coming from the other side, he saw a shadow and he quickly placed the forty credits in his bag and stood up. Wondering who it was he call out.
"Hello, someone there?"
Walking closer he noticed the shadow stopped and another one approaching the first. Tarka stopped when he noticed a knife in the second shadows hand. Suddenly the second figure stabbed the first and Oberon stumbled back in shock kicking over a bucket. The second figure quickly turned and made his way into the den.
It was the Duros and apparently he was there to get his money back. Turning quickly Oberon ran back the direction he came grabbing his back as he ran passed it. Slinging it over his head the strap fell on his shoulder, diagonal across his chest and back. Running down a hall he heard the older man behind him. He knew that he was going to lose him but how long was it going to take.
Getting to a wall, Oberon jumped and grabbed onto it and hoisted himself over it. Landing in a crouch in a crowd of people a couple women squealed as he landed. Looking up as the Duros shouted something in Durese. Oberon started free running through the street, leaping, hurling and weaving through obstacles. He was gaining ground on the Duros because the man was larger and had to go around the benches and walls that Oberon could use his free running skills to maneuver over.
What what felt like fifteen minute, which was only a couple in reality. Oberon found a nice place to hide. It was on top of a store that was abandoned. Crouching on the corner of its roof he saw the Duros stop in front and look around for a few moments and then run off. Oberon laughed and stood, making his way off the roof. He made his way to another den that only he knew about.
Alias: Jorin Kins
Age: 18
Race: Human
Birth Place: Coruscant
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 189
Eye Color: Heterochromia(right:blue, left:green)
Hair Color: Strawberry-blond
Appearance:
The appearance of Oberon isn't one would take to a fancy restaurant. His strawberry-blond hair is messy and hangs down past his shoulders. In his left ear he has a ear ring that he stole from a woman. His clothes are tattered and miss matched. Most of the time he doesn't wear the coat he pilfered from a store. He has heterochromia, which means his eyes are two different colors. His right eye is a brilliant blue, while his left is a dull shade of green.
On him as well is his bag that he carries with him at all times. It keeps his food, various key cards that help him get into different buildings. It also holds his data pad helps him slice into computer systems. Oberon stashes a couple hats so he can cover his face if need to.
Oberons build isn't muscular but it isn't all flab. He keeps in somewhat In shape form free running and hoisting himself up so he can escape. Standing at 5'8" he doesn't stand out in a crowd which is good for him.
Personality:
Oberons personality is all over the place when talking to people he doesn't know. You can't tell what he is thinking but you can almost always can guess its what he can steal. His mind is always on what hr can pickpocket next or what he can pilfer from the local stand without getting caught. He is always seen with a smile when he has a mark in sight.
It brings him pleasure when he is thieving in the Under city of Coruscant. With him being an orphan for most of his life he doesn't trust most people and he would rather be left alone. He has one or two friends that he made while he was in the orphanage but he mostly keeps to himself.
Profession: Thief
Previous Faction/Rank:Orphan
Equipment:
Data Pad
Various key cards
Numerous hats
Vibroknife
Shoulder bag
Ships/Vehicles: n/a
Skills:
Pickpocket
Lock pick
Slicing
Free running
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 7
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 1
Bio:
Oberon was born to Oberon Sr. and Yasmeen Tarka. He was born into a very high influenced wealthy family on Coruscant. But that life was short lived. He was around six month when his parents were killed in a bombing assassination. It turned out that the people that hired the bounty hunter to kill his parents, embezzled all of the families wealth and left Oberon Jr. with nothing. He had no family and no one that his family knew would take him in.
After the nightmare that happened with his parents he was taken to an orphanage on Coruscant. He grew up there playing and being a well behaved kid. For the first few years of his life he didn't show any signs not what he was to become.
Oberon shared his toys with the other kids, never was dishonest in any way. All in all he led a pretty average life at the orphanage. Though it was around his fifth birthday he started to change. He kept seeing the older kids getting adopted to families. Not knowing what was wrong with him, why he wasn't getting adopted. The kid started to lash out to the people that ran the center. Stealing the other kids toys and lying about it. This small stuff went on for several years.
Around seven or eight he started to take money from the adults that ran the orphanage. It was small stuff like a credit or two. He found a rush when doing it, a even bigger one when he got away with it. He would his it in his one of his roommates dresser drawers when the knew he was busted. He hardly ever was caught and when he was they would just tell him what he did wrong and he'd promise not to do again.
Around the age of ten he started to hang out with a group of older kids that lived on the streets. He would hang out with them all day learning to pickpocket from them and how not to get caught. Oberon stole small stuff at first, such as fruit and bread from the stands in the marketplace in under city of Coruscant.
In this time he learned how to fight and take care of himself on the streets. By his twelfth birthday he had basically ran away from the orphanage thinking that he would never find a home. Around the same time, Oberon started going by the name of Jorin Kins. He thought it would be better not to use his real name while living on the streets because they may take him back to the orphanage. That was one place he didn't want to be.
He was getting really good and districting the merchant while one of the younger kids took something. Having been caught once, so far by a Rodian fruit merchant he luckily had just pickpocket a woman and had enough to pay for the bread.
As he got older he moved onto bigger and better jobs. He was now learning to slice by a kid in the group named Holden. Holden was the pseudo leader of the group that Oberon ran with. Having stolen a datapad from a man at an outdoor cantina he made it so he could slice into a computer terminal and shut lights and even camera off. But this was only for a short amount of time. Neither Holden nor he had much knowledge in bypassing the backup system.
Around his sixteenth birthday Oberon came into possession of key card that Holden swiped from a manager of a warehouse that supplied various shops around Coruscant. They now had access to bigger jobs but they knew they still weren't skilled enough to pull them off. They would need older more experienced burglars.
His free running skills had greatly improved he could out maneuver the police and get into areas that they couldn't. Or he could scale a wall and escape with general ease. He also learned how to land from a good height and not hurt himself. Having hurt himself several times trying to perfect the stunt. Another skill he picked up was to wear hats to hide his face from people but not look like thats what he was doing.
It had been six years since he left the orphanage and started living on the streets of Coruscant. He didn't mind where he was at in his life he was genuinely happy and he was hardly ever hungry. He had mostly stayed out of trouble for the most part. Being busted by the police once or twice a trying to do a bigger hit than normal. After the last one he swore off trying to steal from Senators and political figures all together. But he was content with his life and would continue to live it until he couldn't any more.
RP Sample:
It was a quiet day in the under belly of the great planet city of Coruscant. Oberon sat in his den that he's called home counting the credits that he stole from a Duros passed out outside of a cantina. He had a feeling that the man wouldn't know that his credits where gone far after Oberon had left. Looking up as he heard a noise coming from the other side, he saw a shadow and he quickly placed the forty credits in his bag and stood up. Wondering who it was he call out.
"Hello, someone there?"
Walking closer he noticed the shadow stopped and another one approaching the first. Tarka stopped when he noticed a knife in the second shadows hand. Suddenly the second figure stabbed the first and Oberon stumbled back in shock kicking over a bucket. The second figure quickly turned and made his way into the den.
It was the Duros and apparently he was there to get his money back. Turning quickly Oberon ran back the direction he came grabbing his back as he ran passed it. Slinging it over his head the strap fell on his shoulder, diagonal across his chest and back. Running down a hall he heard the older man behind him. He knew that he was going to lose him but how long was it going to take.
Getting to a wall, Oberon jumped and grabbed onto it and hoisted himself over it. Landing in a crouch in a crowd of people a couple women squealed as he landed. Looking up as the Duros shouted something in Durese. Oberon started free running through the street, leaping, hurling and weaving through obstacles. He was gaining ground on the Duros because the man was larger and had to go around the benches and walls that Oberon could use his free running skills to maneuver over.
What what felt like fifteen minute, which was only a couple in reality. Oberon found a nice place to hide. It was on top of a store that was abandoned. Crouching on the corner of its roof he saw the Duros stop in front and look around for a few moments and then run off. Oberon laughed and stood, making his way off the roof. He made his way to another den that only he knew about.
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