Post by Iceology on Dec 27, 2014 18:40:48 GMT -5
Name: Icarus Sol
Age: 27
Race: Human
Birth place: Agamar
Height: 6'5
Weight: 240 lbs
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Black
Appearance: Icarus is of a larger, broader build for a human, and is about 6'5 standing tall. His hair is a darker black and he keeps it short as not to cover his rich green eyes. He is rarely seen outside of his armor, which is the standard Deadlock V.7. However the designs color was completely replaced by a pure black, with crimson inlay along the outline of each separate piece of metal. A visor also covers his eyes and nose, which is equipped with an infrared and tactical display. If one were to carefully look him over, they would notice his weapons hanging from his sides and back. Which would include a light saber, pistol, and blaster rifle.
When the armor is disregarded, such as when he is sleeping one could see the more noticeable features about his face and body. Such as his pointed chin and fitted face. However the normality ends there once you look further down his body to find the many wounds and scars that line his chest and lower abdomen. More of which can be found on his rather hairy, unkempt legs. He is far more fit than any human male his age and the work shows on his body, despite all of the scars. His face shows wear and a calm expression usually can be seen.
Personality:
Icarus despite his age, seems to have calm childlike amusement about him. Never really smiling but just looking at him one can tell he is content. He has always had a way with people and as such he has grown to enjoy others company. Whether it be strangers or otherwise but that does not make him carefree. He is weary of everyone and will never trust anyone with anything, no matter what it may be. This distrust has also lead to a greater fear of being betrayed, which has stuck with him since his adolescent years. He also harbors anger for those who use deception or something of the like as a tactic, which can stem to hating most other bounty hunters. Which is hypocritical as he also uses tactics such as these for his own purposes.
He also finds great joy in both the hunt for bounties and the hunt for credits in any way it may come, which has lead him to do many things besides just searching for bounties. To him an opportunity can't be passed up and he greedily goes for more. Though he uses his logic often and will only go for things he knows he is capable of. His control however is less than excellent and with enough of it, greed can often push him over logic. As well as the need to prove himself to his family, which can overcome most anything.
Profession: Bounty Hunter
Mastery Level: Knight
Previous Faction/Rank: None
Equipment: Deadlock V.7 Armor, AA-17 Blaster Pistol, SVD-29 Warlord Blaster Rifle
Starship: Nova-Seven Patrol Ship
Droid CL-Model Service Droid
Skills:
Linguistic: Over time with his father, Icarus has learned many languages. Most of which through study and hard practice in his later years.
Lightsaber: Single Blade
Color: Purple
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: 5
Makashi : 1
Soresu : 0
Ataru : 0
Shien / Djem So: 0
>>Sub-form Backhanded: 0
Niman: 0
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield: 0
Juyo: 0
Double Bladed Combat: 0
Force-Sensitive Attributes:
Telekinetic: 3
Telepathic: 5
Body: 1
Sense: 4
Protection: 2
Healing: 2
Destruction: 3
Specialized Powers: None
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 4
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 4
Bio:
1-9
From birth, Icarus was a normal human child. Born amongst the forests of Agamar, he lived a rather secluded childhood. Which was filled with parental drama that went unnoticed by Icarus, as he was far too young to understand. By the time he was three, his father had left to pursue other ventures besides a family. So he was left alone, with his mother. At the age of five he did nothing more than learn through books and take care of his only real family. Though unable to do much at that age, he'd offered to do what he could for his mother. A simple child wanting to please the one who had stayed to take care of him. Learning was also forced upon him but it was something his mother made him do and probably one of the only reasons he took it seriously was because she wanted it. As seriously as a five year old could take it anyway. Most of his time not learning was spent climbing the binka trees or messing with the Mugruebe that sometimes wandered by the home.
As he grew however, he'd drifted further and further into knowledge. If only to suppress memories of his father, the reason his mother sobbed most nights. The one thing that made him feel like a burden. Which was why, even at the age of eight...he aspired for greatness. That aspiration was soon molded into a fervent endeavor...after his mother was killed by a repulsorcraft speeding through the trees only a year later. He was nine then...and it seemed like an orphanage would soon be in store for the small boy.
9-18
It was only upon hearing word of his mother's death, did Icarus' father decide to claim his child. It was at this period in time that Icarus learned truly, what his father did for a living. As well as the reason he had left, all those years ago. "Your mother would not allow you to follow in my footsteps. I had left...so she could live what years she had left in peace, knowing you were still her child. Now that she is gone, we must begin if you are to become what you were always meant to be." Those were the words his father had exchanged with him when they had first reunited. There were no pleasantries there, just business. Icarus would soon realize that was all his father was and ever would be until his death.
He he wouldn't even allow Icarus to call him his father. All he was known by was Ebb or sir. Icarus stuck to his name and called him nothing more than that. It seemed only fair since the man was absent for five years of his life. His father had grown wise however and he knew far more than Icarus ever that possible on the trade. When he was finally told his fathers story, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride for what he'd accomplished. Ebb had apparently been apart of the Jedi Order...a knight in his prime. Devoted to serving, to keep safety and balance. However, his father had seen no profit in that...which lead to questions. Why should he defend anyone for free, when they receive something from him. Something that could potentially cost him his life. His father couldn't remember what day it had happened but suddenly it all hit him. He'd packed his things and resigned himself from the order, seeking other methods of occupation. Which lead to countless bars and countless shady deals until a proposition arose. A handsome payment for a man that Ebb had spotted previously that same day. It was only a matter of time before he had caught his target. The joy of the thrill and the payout was more than enough to set his new path in stone. Ebb had grown a name for himself and he wanted it to last. So when he'd had his son, he found his legacy. The one who would carry on his name and live the prosperous life that he had. He would live through his son...or die trying.
Each day was spent training, whether it be through combat or more study. His father wouldn't have him doing anything else besides that. That lead to years of monotonous work and over time Icarus slowly began to forgive the man who'd left him. He'd been allowed to enjoy his childhood while he still had it and though his mothers death was unpleasant the nonstop work kept his mind at bay. His body also began to show the signs of his progress and it only continued. The training included many activities that required immense amounts of focus and concentration, which to Icarus seemed a bit pointless. Until the day his father knelt down before him and put a saber in his tiny hands. At this point he was almost fourteen and was continuously growing.
His father was not only a Jedi but he was a bounty hunter as well. Long since abandoning the Order, he now sought to teach his son what he'd learned throughout his life. Who fortunately was force sensitive, just as he once was. Doing his best to prepare Icarus for an opportunity for both adventure and wealth. It was a dream that he'd wanted to see come to fruition. Young Icarus couldn't help but feel like it was his destiny as well. So his time was then on spent between the principles of a Jedi and the ruthless, deceptive nature of a natural born bounty hunter. There wasn't any fun to be had besides what he could get out of his training and to this day, Icarus can say that he thoroughly enjoyed the training he had received. Regardless of how vigorous it had turned when he began to grow into a young adult.
At this point, he was proficient with the weapons, tools, and techniques he'd be taught. However, his father was a structured man and as such they'd veered from his teachings when he'd turned eighteen. Before then, Icarus had no interaction with others in quite a long time. Which was why he was to spend years...learning how to deceive them.
18-27
This sort of training started with linguistics, trying to learn the languages of those who could aid him in the future. It was a difficult process and learning was no simple task. All of the previous years of study however had bolstered his memory skills making it at least a little bit easier on Icarus. Along with his father helping him through hints and helpful ways to remember things. One could not learn languages straight for several years however, so in between he spent his time talking. Just talking and for Icarus...it was the hardest training of them all. Friends throughout Icarus' life were not a thing, so his social attitude was not anywhere near what it should have been. Again, years were spent trying to master both language and actual conversation. As well as keeping up with his previous physical training. Honestly for Icarus...it was overwhelming. There wasn't enough time in the day for all of it and with all of the struggles going on around them he'd basically detached himself from politics as well as the war. Even at present, it is hard to keep everything he has learned in proper order.
He was twenty five then and though the training continued, his father was much older than when they had started. The actual participation in his sons training was no longer reasonable but his father did what he could. After two years of more nonstop work, Icarus was finally ready. At least, as ready as he could be so that his father could still see the success he would bring before the old man died.
He is new to actually killing and still hasn't mastered any of what his father has taught him but he has something to prove. Which will drive him throughout the rest of his life. Regardless of how short the time he had to learn, he plans to continue learning and try to fill the shoes that his father has left for him. Even literally filling his fathers armor, weaponry, and ship.
RP Sample:
Icarus slid to a stop, his body glistening as the coating of sweat met the sunlight. With a roll, he set his body up against the rather lanky binka tree. His eyes scanned the surroundings past the tree quickly before he turned his attention back to the blaster in hand. It was still set to stun and despite the run, was seemingly un damaged. So he took one last look around before coming to a stand behind the trees cover. Where was he? He couldn't have left his sight so easily. That was all Icarus could think about before he turned, bolting back through the leaves and roots before resting behind another trunk.
This was stressful...and he didn't know what to think of it. It was exciting but it inspired fear. Was that what taking a risk felt like? Regardless, he had to find his target again before it was too late. His eyes fell to the forest floor beyond him, hoping to find some sign. However the Mark had covered its tracks well. Perhaps he could goad him out with some sort of sound, maybe throw something out in hopes he'd shoot at. A smile spread across his face as the plan slowly began to come together...only to fall onto his back not moments later. As the thud of boots hit the ground, Icarus felt his legs give way as he fell backward. All air leaving him as he gasped out for what he'd lost. A grisly, grey bearded man stood over him...his pistol drawn and pointed for Icarus' chest. Just wonderful, he'd lost already.
The man gave a toothy grin, setting the blaster away before going to lift him up. Icarus allowed it, slowly stretching himself out as he tried to regain his breath. "U-used the....used the trees did ya?" Icarus spoke between pants, still obviously out of breath and exhausted.
"Yes, I did. You were foolish not to check them. You may be eighteen but I expect great things from you regardless. So catch your breath, we'll be back to training in a few moments." The man said, his hands set behind him as he made his way back through the forest.
"Yes...father." Icarus whispered, regaining enough strength to keep a straight posture. That old man would end up killing him one day with all of this...but honestly...Icarus was having fun.
(First app! Don't go easy on me, I want all the improvements I can get!)
Age: 27
Race: Human
Birth place: Agamar
Height: 6'5
Weight: 240 lbs
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Black
Appearance: Icarus is of a larger, broader build for a human, and is about 6'5 standing tall. His hair is a darker black and he keeps it short as not to cover his rich green eyes. He is rarely seen outside of his armor, which is the standard Deadlock V.7. However the designs color was completely replaced by a pure black, with crimson inlay along the outline of each separate piece of metal. A visor also covers his eyes and nose, which is equipped with an infrared and tactical display. If one were to carefully look him over, they would notice his weapons hanging from his sides and back. Which would include a light saber, pistol, and blaster rifle.
When the armor is disregarded, such as when he is sleeping one could see the more noticeable features about his face and body. Such as his pointed chin and fitted face. However the normality ends there once you look further down his body to find the many wounds and scars that line his chest and lower abdomen. More of which can be found on his rather hairy, unkempt legs. He is far more fit than any human male his age and the work shows on his body, despite all of the scars. His face shows wear and a calm expression usually can be seen.
Personality:
Icarus despite his age, seems to have calm childlike amusement about him. Never really smiling but just looking at him one can tell he is content. He has always had a way with people and as such he has grown to enjoy others company. Whether it be strangers or otherwise but that does not make him carefree. He is weary of everyone and will never trust anyone with anything, no matter what it may be. This distrust has also lead to a greater fear of being betrayed, which has stuck with him since his adolescent years. He also harbors anger for those who use deception or something of the like as a tactic, which can stem to hating most other bounty hunters. Which is hypocritical as he also uses tactics such as these for his own purposes.
He also finds great joy in both the hunt for bounties and the hunt for credits in any way it may come, which has lead him to do many things besides just searching for bounties. To him an opportunity can't be passed up and he greedily goes for more. Though he uses his logic often and will only go for things he knows he is capable of. His control however is less than excellent and with enough of it, greed can often push him over logic. As well as the need to prove himself to his family, which can overcome most anything.
Profession: Bounty Hunter
Mastery Level: Knight
Previous Faction/Rank: None
Equipment: Deadlock V.7 Armor, AA-17 Blaster Pistol, SVD-29 Warlord Blaster Rifle
Starship: Nova-Seven Patrol Ship
Droid CL-Model Service Droid
Skills:
Linguistic: Over time with his father, Icarus has learned many languages. Most of which through study and hard practice in his later years.
Lightsaber: Single Blade
Color: Purple
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: 5
Makashi : 1
Soresu : 0
Ataru : 0
Shien / Djem So: 0
>>Sub-form Backhanded: 0
Niman: 0
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield: 0
Juyo: 0
Double Bladed Combat: 0
Force-Sensitive Attributes:
Telekinetic: 3
Telepathic: 5
Body: 1
Sense: 4
Protection: 2
Healing: 2
Destruction: 3
Specialized Powers: None
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 4
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 4
Bio:
1-9
From birth, Icarus was a normal human child. Born amongst the forests of Agamar, he lived a rather secluded childhood. Which was filled with parental drama that went unnoticed by Icarus, as he was far too young to understand. By the time he was three, his father had left to pursue other ventures besides a family. So he was left alone, with his mother. At the age of five he did nothing more than learn through books and take care of his only real family. Though unable to do much at that age, he'd offered to do what he could for his mother. A simple child wanting to please the one who had stayed to take care of him. Learning was also forced upon him but it was something his mother made him do and probably one of the only reasons he took it seriously was because she wanted it. As seriously as a five year old could take it anyway. Most of his time not learning was spent climbing the binka trees or messing with the Mugruebe that sometimes wandered by the home.
As he grew however, he'd drifted further and further into knowledge. If only to suppress memories of his father, the reason his mother sobbed most nights. The one thing that made him feel like a burden. Which was why, even at the age of eight...he aspired for greatness. That aspiration was soon molded into a fervent endeavor...after his mother was killed by a repulsorcraft speeding through the trees only a year later. He was nine then...and it seemed like an orphanage would soon be in store for the small boy.
9-18
It was only upon hearing word of his mother's death, did Icarus' father decide to claim his child. It was at this period in time that Icarus learned truly, what his father did for a living. As well as the reason he had left, all those years ago. "Your mother would not allow you to follow in my footsteps. I had left...so she could live what years she had left in peace, knowing you were still her child. Now that she is gone, we must begin if you are to become what you were always meant to be." Those were the words his father had exchanged with him when they had first reunited. There were no pleasantries there, just business. Icarus would soon realize that was all his father was and ever would be until his death.
He he wouldn't even allow Icarus to call him his father. All he was known by was Ebb or sir. Icarus stuck to his name and called him nothing more than that. It seemed only fair since the man was absent for five years of his life. His father had grown wise however and he knew far more than Icarus ever that possible on the trade. When he was finally told his fathers story, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride for what he'd accomplished. Ebb had apparently been apart of the Jedi Order...a knight in his prime. Devoted to serving, to keep safety and balance. However, his father had seen no profit in that...which lead to questions. Why should he defend anyone for free, when they receive something from him. Something that could potentially cost him his life. His father couldn't remember what day it had happened but suddenly it all hit him. He'd packed his things and resigned himself from the order, seeking other methods of occupation. Which lead to countless bars and countless shady deals until a proposition arose. A handsome payment for a man that Ebb had spotted previously that same day. It was only a matter of time before he had caught his target. The joy of the thrill and the payout was more than enough to set his new path in stone. Ebb had grown a name for himself and he wanted it to last. So when he'd had his son, he found his legacy. The one who would carry on his name and live the prosperous life that he had. He would live through his son...or die trying.
Each day was spent training, whether it be through combat or more study. His father wouldn't have him doing anything else besides that. That lead to years of monotonous work and over time Icarus slowly began to forgive the man who'd left him. He'd been allowed to enjoy his childhood while he still had it and though his mothers death was unpleasant the nonstop work kept his mind at bay. His body also began to show the signs of his progress and it only continued. The training included many activities that required immense amounts of focus and concentration, which to Icarus seemed a bit pointless. Until the day his father knelt down before him and put a saber in his tiny hands. At this point he was almost fourteen and was continuously growing.
His father was not only a Jedi but he was a bounty hunter as well. Long since abandoning the Order, he now sought to teach his son what he'd learned throughout his life. Who fortunately was force sensitive, just as he once was. Doing his best to prepare Icarus for an opportunity for both adventure and wealth. It was a dream that he'd wanted to see come to fruition. Young Icarus couldn't help but feel like it was his destiny as well. So his time was then on spent between the principles of a Jedi and the ruthless, deceptive nature of a natural born bounty hunter. There wasn't any fun to be had besides what he could get out of his training and to this day, Icarus can say that he thoroughly enjoyed the training he had received. Regardless of how vigorous it had turned when he began to grow into a young adult.
At this point, he was proficient with the weapons, tools, and techniques he'd be taught. However, his father was a structured man and as such they'd veered from his teachings when he'd turned eighteen. Before then, Icarus had no interaction with others in quite a long time. Which was why he was to spend years...learning how to deceive them.
18-27
This sort of training started with linguistics, trying to learn the languages of those who could aid him in the future. It was a difficult process and learning was no simple task. All of the previous years of study however had bolstered his memory skills making it at least a little bit easier on Icarus. Along with his father helping him through hints and helpful ways to remember things. One could not learn languages straight for several years however, so in between he spent his time talking. Just talking and for Icarus...it was the hardest training of them all. Friends throughout Icarus' life were not a thing, so his social attitude was not anywhere near what it should have been. Again, years were spent trying to master both language and actual conversation. As well as keeping up with his previous physical training. Honestly for Icarus...it was overwhelming. There wasn't enough time in the day for all of it and with all of the struggles going on around them he'd basically detached himself from politics as well as the war. Even at present, it is hard to keep everything he has learned in proper order.
He was twenty five then and though the training continued, his father was much older than when they had started. The actual participation in his sons training was no longer reasonable but his father did what he could. After two years of more nonstop work, Icarus was finally ready. At least, as ready as he could be so that his father could still see the success he would bring before the old man died.
He is new to actually killing and still hasn't mastered any of what his father has taught him but he has something to prove. Which will drive him throughout the rest of his life. Regardless of how short the time he had to learn, he plans to continue learning and try to fill the shoes that his father has left for him. Even literally filling his fathers armor, weaponry, and ship.
RP Sample:
Icarus slid to a stop, his body glistening as the coating of sweat met the sunlight. With a roll, he set his body up against the rather lanky binka tree. His eyes scanned the surroundings past the tree quickly before he turned his attention back to the blaster in hand. It was still set to stun and despite the run, was seemingly un damaged. So he took one last look around before coming to a stand behind the trees cover. Where was he? He couldn't have left his sight so easily. That was all Icarus could think about before he turned, bolting back through the leaves and roots before resting behind another trunk.
This was stressful...and he didn't know what to think of it. It was exciting but it inspired fear. Was that what taking a risk felt like? Regardless, he had to find his target again before it was too late. His eyes fell to the forest floor beyond him, hoping to find some sign. However the Mark had covered its tracks well. Perhaps he could goad him out with some sort of sound, maybe throw something out in hopes he'd shoot at. A smile spread across his face as the plan slowly began to come together...only to fall onto his back not moments later. As the thud of boots hit the ground, Icarus felt his legs give way as he fell backward. All air leaving him as he gasped out for what he'd lost. A grisly, grey bearded man stood over him...his pistol drawn and pointed for Icarus' chest. Just wonderful, he'd lost already.
The man gave a toothy grin, setting the blaster away before going to lift him up. Icarus allowed it, slowly stretching himself out as he tried to regain his breath. "U-used the....used the trees did ya?" Icarus spoke between pants, still obviously out of breath and exhausted.
"Yes, I did. You were foolish not to check them. You may be eighteen but I expect great things from you regardless. So catch your breath, we'll be back to training in a few moments." The man said, his hands set behind him as he made his way back through the forest.
"Yes...father." Icarus whispered, regaining enough strength to keep a straight posture. That old man would end up killing him one day with all of this...but honestly...Icarus was having fun.
(First app! Don't go easy on me, I want all the improvements I can get!)
