Post by fierfekjayne on Aug 18, 2014 23:01:03 GMT -5
Name:
"Fierfek" Jayne Veglas
Age:
35
Race:
Human
Birth place:
Civilian Transport vessel, "Scelena's Hope."
Height:
6'2
Weight:
300
Eye Color:
Grey
Hair Color:
Black
Appearance:
Personality:
Jayne grew up in a cruel place and such has shaped him as a man. As a bounty hunter he was notoriously cruel to his bounties; preferring to return a body than a struggling captive. As he got older and became more mature, his sadistic tendencies ceded and he became much more professional. Unlike his youthful self, he doesn't believe in unnecessary violence and prefers to just do the damn job. During a mission Jayne is driven and motivated to get the job done and get his pay.
When dealing with others Jayne has varied relationships depending on who he is dealing with.
When it comes to allies he takes care of those under him and covers down for those at his level. He knows that his career path is a harsh one and if Mercs don't keep each other covered, no one else would do it. That being said, he is not naturally leadership material. Whereas there are those who have a mind for directing troops, Jayne is most suited as a supporting personage. He can maneuver around a battlefield and remain calm under pressure, but can't direct troops.
When it comes to enemies Jayne can be a fearsome opponent. Even though he isn't nearly as sadistic as he was as a child, he will not hesitate to blast them if they become a problem. If he has been paid to take someone out he will relentlessly pursue his target. Otherwise, if he isn't on a job he prefers to avoid direct conflict as it leads to more problems than it solves.
Profession:
Private Military Contractor. Used to be a bounty hunter in his earlier years.
Previous Faction/Rank:
N/A
Equipment:
Cybernetics (Will list below), Life Support system (due to combat injuries many of his internal organs don't function properly), Blaster rifle, Medium Repeating blaster. Jump Pack (with enough fuel for approx. 3 jumps at a time), Heavy Ballistic armor. Comlink, ID scanner.
-Cybernetics: Jayne's medical records are as thick as a starship hull, and over half of his surgeries are related to cybernetics.
Augmentic Limbs (all of his limbs have been replaced)
Reinforced Spinal column
Numerous Artificial Organs (mostly due to combat injurry)
Cybernetic eyes (nothing special, battlefield injury involved)
Sub-dermal light armour plating over his chest and abdomen (may be able to protect against some very light arms fire).
Starship:
None
Skills:
-Languages: Basic, Huttese.
-Affinity to Ranged weaponry
-Merc/bountyhunter trade skills
-Skilled (but not talented) at hand-to-hand combat
-Limited cybernetics maintenance training (enough to get a limb moving again if he's in a pinch)
Strengths: (Added this as a little extra info)
Tough and durable due to more than fifty percent of his body being made up of cybernetics. He is a very good shot and knows his way around many ballistic weapons systems due to his trade and long history of fighting. He knows his way around the Bounty Hunting and Mercenary Trades.
Weaknesses:
Not a leader, and tends to make poor decisions when thrust into that position. Having extensive cybernetics also leads to a lot of problems. Certain environmental hazards that would affect machinery also affect him and parts break on occasion which can leave him at a disadvantage or even stranded in worst case scenarios. He is also not as skilled as he could be in close-quarters fighting.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 7
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 5
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 7
Bio:
-Birth and Infancy: Jayne was born on a civilian transport vessel to two loving but poor parents making their way towards the core worlds to make a new life for their family. Jayne wasn't the most healthy infant, but his parents did all they could to keep him alive. Unfortunately, they ran short of credits due to the cost of medical treatment and were only able to make it as far as Nar Shaada. Jayne's father took up work as a starship mechanic while his mother worked as a cleaner to a rich crime boss.
-Childhood: Growing up on Nar Shaada is not easy. Young Jayne witnessed a lot of gang violence and Narc abuse even though his parents did their best to keep him sheltered from it all. On their measly salary they put Jayne through some schooling and provided for his needs. Unfortunately their love and protection couldn't protect him forever. When he was eight years old, Jayne found a discarded blaster pistol that was no doubt discarded after some violent crime. While he was showing it off to one of his friends, he accidentally squeezed the trigger and ended his friend's life. Jayne left the other boy's body in a trash compactor and never told a soul. Jayne was fundamentally changed that day and despite his better judgment, Jayne kept the blaster.
-Young Adulthood: Jayne became involved with some seedy individuals through his young teen years. He was a runner for an Exchange lesser boss for some time, mostly messages to gangs under Exchange control and small amounts of Narcs to dealers. Jayne then joined up with the Rocket Fists with one of the gangs he had dealt with as an Exchange runner. He picked an unfortunate time to join a gang as the underworld had just become embroiled in an all-out free-for-all land grab between gangs.On the bright side, Jayne was able to put his blaster to good use. The Rocket Fists were able to carve out a good bit of territory for themselves, and Jayne was discovered to be a talented killer. Jayne's new-found talent gained the attention of Carce Romanis, an low ranking official in the Exchange and he found himself working for the Crime Syndicate as a hired killer. During this time, Jayne lost touch with his parents and became fully engulfed in the crime world. His nickname, "Fierfek" Came about at this time. It started out as his gang name, but kept on even when he pulled himself out of the gang life.
-Adulthood (18-25) As Jayne ascended into manhood, he ascended from the wartorn ganglands of the undercity and into the high rises of Nar Shaada. By the time he was nineteen he was a certified Bounty Hunter and had some moderate success. When it came to the actual take down of a bounty he did fairly well, but he wasn't naturally good at tracking a mark down. As a result he was limited to the small fry bounties who were easy to track down. Jayne didn't mind the limited success, however. He had come accustomed to a lifestyle of violence and destruction. In truth, he actually liked killing his targets. Breaching through a bulkhead with a thermal detonator and ruthlessly gunning down a gang of lowlives was nothing short of a euphoric rush to the violent youth.
As the years passed and he gained more experience he turned into a competent bounty hunter and even began running with a Man named Dreg Skorbrand, a middle-aged Hunter who claimed he was a Mandalorian. Jayne never questioned whether or not Dreg was actually a Mandalorian, but looked up to the Older Bounty Hunter as a mentor. The two bounty hunters left Nar Shaada when Jayne was twenty-three and began to hunt across the outer rim. Jayne made the mistake of becoming too comfortable with his close friend and an extreme case of all good things must come to an end and Murphy's Law kicked in. While pursuing a bounty on Corellia, the two Bounty Hunters bit off more than they could chew and ended up in the crossfire between an Exchange Hit Squad and a squad of elite Republic troopers. Dreg was gunned down while diving for cover and Jayne was caught in the blast radius of a thermal detonator.
Jayne was torn limb from limb from the blast and left to die limbless and charred on the side of the street. Were it not for the actions of a Twi'Lek youth (whose name Jayne never learned), his story would have ended there. Jayne was forced to sell Dreg's ship to cover the medical expenses and afford rudimentary cybernetics to be able to move about. For a time, Jayne was weak and unable to provide for himself by the means he knew best. He slid into a state of depression and alcoholism. His life spiraled away for awhile until he was contacted by someone he had known in his younger years. Carce Romanis, the Low-ranking Exchange boss contacted him via a messenger and revealed that during the time he had been performing hits for the Exchange, he had been eliminating Romanis' rivals and subsequently led to his rise of power. Grateful for the young Bounty Hunter's effective work and perhaps in a gesture to ensure that the young hunter would never come after himself, Romanis gifted Jayne with a small fortune of credits and helped the young Bounty Hunter back on his feet.
-Adulthood 25-35): Jayne spent nearly all of the credits gifted to him to have himself rebuilt. He completely rebuilt himself from the ground up with high-quality cybernetics including a few extra upgrades including subdermal ballistic plating built into his chest and torso. On top of that he was able to afford a new loadout of weaponry and a new set of heavy armour. Jayne had always been a large man, but with the addition of new bulking cybernetics and armour, Jayne gained the visage of an iron giant. When He came back onto the bounty Hunting Scene, Jayne quickly made a name for himself on Corellia, but he didn't feel the same rush while bounty hunting as he used to. The money was good, but it felt empty to Jayne. He spent the next three years continuing down this route until he caught word that a Mercenary group was passing through. He decided to take a chance and linked up with the mercs.
One week later he was on the dunes of Tatooine, taking down a tribe of Tuskan Raiders that had been harrassing a Czerka Corporation outpost alongside a platoon of fellow mercenaries. The pay was good, and the trips from system to system were infinitely more interesting when the ship was full of other people to talk to. He grew to like the lifestyle of a Private Military Contractor (The polite term he had been told to call it when trying to get work), and he naturally fell into it. Years began to fly by as he completed jobs across the galaxy, hopping from Merc crew to Merc crew. He rarely felt the desire to start his own crew or go back to bounty hunting. He had found his true calling. He was tired of the pointless killing as a gangster,and the competitive gamble of Hunting a bounty. Hell, sometimes the jobs they did were a new kind of rush.
RP Sample:
"Damn Duros dug into that bunker good." Jayne muttered under his breath. He rose a metallic wrist to his forehead and wiped away beads of sweat rolling down the scar tissue on his forehead. He wasn't even sure what the name of this forsaken planet was, but it was damn hot. His cybernetics didn't agree with the jungle, the humidity and constant rain messed with the circuitry.
Across from a deep ravine stood a plasteel and rockcrete bunker surrounded with heavy repeater emplacements and trenches lipped with barbed wire. A difficult obstacle given that there were thirty plus well-armed Duros guarding the listening post within the bunker. They were obviously another merc company hired to protect what his group was hired to destroy. It was an odd concept but rather common in this line of work. "Jayne, anything from the Boss yet?" Jayne snapped his attention back to Riss, a particularly nasty Trandoshan who was nearly as good with a blaster as himself.
"No, Riss. Shut your scaly trap shut." Jayne snarled back at the lizard. He could almost taste the murderous intent seeping from the alien. Hell, the entire heavy weapons team at his back were itching to open up on the other mercs. There were ten of them concealed in heavy brush on top of that ridge. Five medium repeating blasters, The Wookie with his heavy repeater, and four additional mercs with blasters. This planet was a load of Hutt spit and they wanted their credits. Jayne glanced back through his magnoculars and saw a Duros scratching his nose. Man, that bug-eyed bastard was just asking to be lit up. "We're just waiting on the signal, then we open up on them. Keep firing until you see our guys in their perimeter. Easy credits."
At just that moment, a several plumes of smoke and light cleared the tree canopy on the other side of the bunker. Each plume rose up as if it were a flare, then quickly arched down and shot at the ground within the perimeter of the bunker. Bursts of smoke and light followed by dull thuds revealed that they had been rockets from the alpha team. "That's our signal, open fire!" Jayne roared. His thumb clicked the safety off and his finger squeezed the trigger on his Medium repeater. The five medium repeaters all opened up at once and reined a storm of laser rounds down into the camp. Jayne could hear the Wookie roar something in its strange alien tongue and the heavy repeater added to the hellstorm. Any Duro crazy or simply not fast enough was lit up like a Coruscant high-rise.
Sparse, inaccurate was returned at first by the few Duros who had the sense to fire back. But it wasn't long before the others found their courage and began to risk a few shots as well. The heavy weapons team kept laying down the fire, scoring a few his here and there. Their tru aim was to keep the Duros suppressed while the other team snuck up from behind. A few kills was just gravy. A scream issued out from his left and he caught one of the Blaster-mercs jet back and slam into a tree out of the corner of his eye. One of the Heavy repeater emplacements down below was now returning fire. Heavy laser fire slammed into the brush and flora around them. Another merc fell, a silent scream burnt into his face as he was engulfed in flames. The fire kept up until the emplacement exploded in a swash of light and flame. The wookie roared in approval before continuing his onslaught.
Laser flashes from below suddenly erupted from the jungle aimed into the encampment, and the fire aimed at them switched to a more imminent threat. The other team had made their move. Now was their time. Jayne hoisted up his medium repeater and roared at the top of his lungs, "Onward! For fame and glory!" Jayne burst forward and leapt from the lip of the ridge. His jump pack sparked to life and he was suddenly and violently kicked upwards into the sky. The leaves and branches shrank below him and the wind lblasted at his face. He heard the rest of the team behind him follow suit. Seven well-armed mercs and a wookie jettisoned themselves into the air before shooting down at the bunker like a meteor storm of fury and death. There was no way the Duros would expect THIS.
"Fierfek" Jayne Veglas
Age:
35
Race:
Human
Birth place:
Civilian Transport vessel, "Scelena's Hope."
Height:
6'2
Weight:
300
Eye Color:
Grey
Hair Color:
Black
Appearance:
Personality:
Jayne grew up in a cruel place and such has shaped him as a man. As a bounty hunter he was notoriously cruel to his bounties; preferring to return a body than a struggling captive. As he got older and became more mature, his sadistic tendencies ceded and he became much more professional. Unlike his youthful self, he doesn't believe in unnecessary violence and prefers to just do the damn job. During a mission Jayne is driven and motivated to get the job done and get his pay.
When dealing with others Jayne has varied relationships depending on who he is dealing with.
When it comes to allies he takes care of those under him and covers down for those at his level. He knows that his career path is a harsh one and if Mercs don't keep each other covered, no one else would do it. That being said, he is not naturally leadership material. Whereas there are those who have a mind for directing troops, Jayne is most suited as a supporting personage. He can maneuver around a battlefield and remain calm under pressure, but can't direct troops.
When it comes to enemies Jayne can be a fearsome opponent. Even though he isn't nearly as sadistic as he was as a child, he will not hesitate to blast them if they become a problem. If he has been paid to take someone out he will relentlessly pursue his target. Otherwise, if he isn't on a job he prefers to avoid direct conflict as it leads to more problems than it solves.
Profession:
Private Military Contractor. Used to be a bounty hunter in his earlier years.
Previous Faction/Rank:
N/A
Equipment:
Cybernetics (Will list below), Life Support system (due to combat injuries many of his internal organs don't function properly), Blaster rifle, Medium Repeating blaster. Jump Pack (with enough fuel for approx. 3 jumps at a time), Heavy Ballistic armor. Comlink, ID scanner.
-Cybernetics: Jayne's medical records are as thick as a starship hull, and over half of his surgeries are related to cybernetics.
Augmentic Limbs (all of his limbs have been replaced)
Reinforced Spinal column
Numerous Artificial Organs (mostly due to combat injurry)
Cybernetic eyes (nothing special, battlefield injury involved)
Sub-dermal light armour plating over his chest and abdomen (may be able to protect against some very light arms fire).
Starship:
None
Skills:
-Languages: Basic, Huttese.
-Affinity to Ranged weaponry
-Merc/bountyhunter trade skills
-Skilled (but not talented) at hand-to-hand combat
-Limited cybernetics maintenance training (enough to get a limb moving again if he's in a pinch)
Strengths: (Added this as a little extra info)
Tough and durable due to more than fifty percent of his body being made up of cybernetics. He is a very good shot and knows his way around many ballistic weapons systems due to his trade and long history of fighting. He knows his way around the Bounty Hunting and Mercenary Trades.
Weaknesses:
Not a leader, and tends to make poor decisions when thrust into that position. Having extensive cybernetics also leads to a lot of problems. Certain environmental hazards that would affect machinery also affect him and parts break on occasion which can leave him at a disadvantage or even stranded in worst case scenarios. He is also not as skilled as he could be in close-quarters fighting.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 7
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 5
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 7
Bio:
-Birth and Infancy: Jayne was born on a civilian transport vessel to two loving but poor parents making their way towards the core worlds to make a new life for their family. Jayne wasn't the most healthy infant, but his parents did all they could to keep him alive. Unfortunately, they ran short of credits due to the cost of medical treatment and were only able to make it as far as Nar Shaada. Jayne's father took up work as a starship mechanic while his mother worked as a cleaner to a rich crime boss.
-Childhood: Growing up on Nar Shaada is not easy. Young Jayne witnessed a lot of gang violence and Narc abuse even though his parents did their best to keep him sheltered from it all. On their measly salary they put Jayne through some schooling and provided for his needs. Unfortunately their love and protection couldn't protect him forever. When he was eight years old, Jayne found a discarded blaster pistol that was no doubt discarded after some violent crime. While he was showing it off to one of his friends, he accidentally squeezed the trigger and ended his friend's life. Jayne left the other boy's body in a trash compactor and never told a soul. Jayne was fundamentally changed that day and despite his better judgment, Jayne kept the blaster.
-Young Adulthood: Jayne became involved with some seedy individuals through his young teen years. He was a runner for an Exchange lesser boss for some time, mostly messages to gangs under Exchange control and small amounts of Narcs to dealers. Jayne then joined up with the Rocket Fists with one of the gangs he had dealt with as an Exchange runner. He picked an unfortunate time to join a gang as the underworld had just become embroiled in an all-out free-for-all land grab between gangs.On the bright side, Jayne was able to put his blaster to good use. The Rocket Fists were able to carve out a good bit of territory for themselves, and Jayne was discovered to be a talented killer. Jayne's new-found talent gained the attention of Carce Romanis, an low ranking official in the Exchange and he found himself working for the Crime Syndicate as a hired killer. During this time, Jayne lost touch with his parents and became fully engulfed in the crime world. His nickname, "Fierfek" Came about at this time. It started out as his gang name, but kept on even when he pulled himself out of the gang life.
-Adulthood (18-25) As Jayne ascended into manhood, he ascended from the wartorn ganglands of the undercity and into the high rises of Nar Shaada. By the time he was nineteen he was a certified Bounty Hunter and had some moderate success. When it came to the actual take down of a bounty he did fairly well, but he wasn't naturally good at tracking a mark down. As a result he was limited to the small fry bounties who were easy to track down. Jayne didn't mind the limited success, however. He had come accustomed to a lifestyle of violence and destruction. In truth, he actually liked killing his targets. Breaching through a bulkhead with a thermal detonator and ruthlessly gunning down a gang of lowlives was nothing short of a euphoric rush to the violent youth.
As the years passed and he gained more experience he turned into a competent bounty hunter and even began running with a Man named Dreg Skorbrand, a middle-aged Hunter who claimed he was a Mandalorian. Jayne never questioned whether or not Dreg was actually a Mandalorian, but looked up to the Older Bounty Hunter as a mentor. The two bounty hunters left Nar Shaada when Jayne was twenty-three and began to hunt across the outer rim. Jayne made the mistake of becoming too comfortable with his close friend and an extreme case of all good things must come to an end and Murphy's Law kicked in. While pursuing a bounty on Corellia, the two Bounty Hunters bit off more than they could chew and ended up in the crossfire between an Exchange Hit Squad and a squad of elite Republic troopers. Dreg was gunned down while diving for cover and Jayne was caught in the blast radius of a thermal detonator.
Jayne was torn limb from limb from the blast and left to die limbless and charred on the side of the street. Were it not for the actions of a Twi'Lek youth (whose name Jayne never learned), his story would have ended there. Jayne was forced to sell Dreg's ship to cover the medical expenses and afford rudimentary cybernetics to be able to move about. For a time, Jayne was weak and unable to provide for himself by the means he knew best. He slid into a state of depression and alcoholism. His life spiraled away for awhile until he was contacted by someone he had known in his younger years. Carce Romanis, the Low-ranking Exchange boss contacted him via a messenger and revealed that during the time he had been performing hits for the Exchange, he had been eliminating Romanis' rivals and subsequently led to his rise of power. Grateful for the young Bounty Hunter's effective work and perhaps in a gesture to ensure that the young hunter would never come after himself, Romanis gifted Jayne with a small fortune of credits and helped the young Bounty Hunter back on his feet.
-Adulthood 25-35): Jayne spent nearly all of the credits gifted to him to have himself rebuilt. He completely rebuilt himself from the ground up with high-quality cybernetics including a few extra upgrades including subdermal ballistic plating built into his chest and torso. On top of that he was able to afford a new loadout of weaponry and a new set of heavy armour. Jayne had always been a large man, but with the addition of new bulking cybernetics and armour, Jayne gained the visage of an iron giant. When He came back onto the bounty Hunting Scene, Jayne quickly made a name for himself on Corellia, but he didn't feel the same rush while bounty hunting as he used to. The money was good, but it felt empty to Jayne. He spent the next three years continuing down this route until he caught word that a Mercenary group was passing through. He decided to take a chance and linked up with the mercs.
One week later he was on the dunes of Tatooine, taking down a tribe of Tuskan Raiders that had been harrassing a Czerka Corporation outpost alongside a platoon of fellow mercenaries. The pay was good, and the trips from system to system were infinitely more interesting when the ship was full of other people to talk to. He grew to like the lifestyle of a Private Military Contractor (The polite term he had been told to call it when trying to get work), and he naturally fell into it. Years began to fly by as he completed jobs across the galaxy, hopping from Merc crew to Merc crew. He rarely felt the desire to start his own crew or go back to bounty hunting. He had found his true calling. He was tired of the pointless killing as a gangster,and the competitive gamble of Hunting a bounty. Hell, sometimes the jobs they did were a new kind of rush.
RP Sample:
"Damn Duros dug into that bunker good." Jayne muttered under his breath. He rose a metallic wrist to his forehead and wiped away beads of sweat rolling down the scar tissue on his forehead. He wasn't even sure what the name of this forsaken planet was, but it was damn hot. His cybernetics didn't agree with the jungle, the humidity and constant rain messed with the circuitry.
Across from a deep ravine stood a plasteel and rockcrete bunker surrounded with heavy repeater emplacements and trenches lipped with barbed wire. A difficult obstacle given that there were thirty plus well-armed Duros guarding the listening post within the bunker. They were obviously another merc company hired to protect what his group was hired to destroy. It was an odd concept but rather common in this line of work. "Jayne, anything from the Boss yet?" Jayne snapped his attention back to Riss, a particularly nasty Trandoshan who was nearly as good with a blaster as himself.
"No, Riss. Shut your scaly trap shut." Jayne snarled back at the lizard. He could almost taste the murderous intent seeping from the alien. Hell, the entire heavy weapons team at his back were itching to open up on the other mercs. There were ten of them concealed in heavy brush on top of that ridge. Five medium repeating blasters, The Wookie with his heavy repeater, and four additional mercs with blasters. This planet was a load of Hutt spit and they wanted their credits. Jayne glanced back through his magnoculars and saw a Duros scratching his nose. Man, that bug-eyed bastard was just asking to be lit up. "We're just waiting on the signal, then we open up on them. Keep firing until you see our guys in their perimeter. Easy credits."
At just that moment, a several plumes of smoke and light cleared the tree canopy on the other side of the bunker. Each plume rose up as if it were a flare, then quickly arched down and shot at the ground within the perimeter of the bunker. Bursts of smoke and light followed by dull thuds revealed that they had been rockets from the alpha team. "That's our signal, open fire!" Jayne roared. His thumb clicked the safety off and his finger squeezed the trigger on his Medium repeater. The five medium repeaters all opened up at once and reined a storm of laser rounds down into the camp. Jayne could hear the Wookie roar something in its strange alien tongue and the heavy repeater added to the hellstorm. Any Duro crazy or simply not fast enough was lit up like a Coruscant high-rise.
Sparse, inaccurate was returned at first by the few Duros who had the sense to fire back. But it wasn't long before the others found their courage and began to risk a few shots as well. The heavy weapons team kept laying down the fire, scoring a few his here and there. Their tru aim was to keep the Duros suppressed while the other team snuck up from behind. A few kills was just gravy. A scream issued out from his left and he caught one of the Blaster-mercs jet back and slam into a tree out of the corner of his eye. One of the Heavy repeater emplacements down below was now returning fire. Heavy laser fire slammed into the brush and flora around them. Another merc fell, a silent scream burnt into his face as he was engulfed in flames. The fire kept up until the emplacement exploded in a swash of light and flame. The wookie roared in approval before continuing his onslaught.
Laser flashes from below suddenly erupted from the jungle aimed into the encampment, and the fire aimed at them switched to a more imminent threat. The other team had made their move. Now was their time. Jayne hoisted up his medium repeater and roared at the top of his lungs, "Onward! For fame and glory!" Jayne burst forward and leapt from the lip of the ridge. His jump pack sparked to life and he was suddenly and violently kicked upwards into the sky. The leaves and branches shrank below him and the wind lblasted at his face. He heard the rest of the team behind him follow suit. Seven well-armed mercs and a wookie jettisoned themselves into the air before shooting down at the bunker like a meteor storm of fury and death. There was no way the Duros would expect THIS.
