Post by Vesh Mare on Aug 22, 2010 0:58:28 GMT -5
Faction:Sith
Department: special ops
Rank: Private
Name: Vesh Mare
Race: Human
Age: 20
Height: 5' 9"
Weight: 160lbs
Birth place: Nar Shardaa
Appearance: defined build from constant exercise. His hair is dark and coarse, Vesh usually keeps it close cut. he has light gray eyes. A scar runs from his left shoulder to top of his belly button, caused by a Rodian's vibro-blade. Usually likes to wear black, whether it be armor or cloth. His choice armor is a set that he stole from a wealthy spice lord.
Personality: He grew up around cold, impassioned beings. After more than a few incidents were caring almost got him killed, he adopted the cold and callous attitude of those around him. Getting to his heart is like braking a carbonite slab with a glass bottle. Past the never smiling face, cold eyes, and expression that wouldn't kill you but make you wish he had. There is a kind loving soul...just nobody ever gets past the cold eyes. Or the deep rooted sarcasm, if you mess up or say something silly; he'll let you know, quite bluntly.
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 5
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 6
Alignment: sith
Bio: Vesh was born and raised on the Smugglers Moon. His mother, Nusa Mare, was a slave to a local drug lord, Chago. Vesh was not planned, just an unfortunate consequence of his mothers job. Chago made sure Vesh knew this on a daily basis. In his early years all he did was run slave errands. Deliver food, clean the latrines, tend to the clients. As he got older he began to understand the differant alien languages that he was being exposed to. While he couldn't speak many of them he got the jist of what was being said.
At the age of twelve Vesh got his first assingment from Chaga. In all it was nothing more than a suicide mission. Chaga wanted to get rid of Vesh so that he could focus on more important things besides a little kid. However, Vesh lived. If only barely. After three days in a coma and two in a bacta tank, Chaga decided that something could be done other than get Vesh killed. Nusa protested, but in the end Vesh became a Runner. Basically, he would carry the items, proceeds, and other assorted things to and from Chaga and his clients. He was good, able to slip in and out of places with relative ease. It helped that he was only a kid and nobody cared to notice him. Those that did notice him either beat him, robbed him, or both. Which usually lead to Chaga beating him more.
As he got older the Chaga entrusted Vesh with more complicated task. Mostly, murders. His first kill was at the age of sixteen. The man he killed was the Sector's lead Detective, that just happened to be investigating Chaga. Vesh would've been fine with killing him except for he had to do it in front of the Detective's family. Emotionally numb the next four years of Vesh's memory are mostly a blur. He killed, he stole, and all in the name of someone who treated him like fodder. It wasn't until his early twenties that Vesh caught a break. A lone figure, dressed in black, bumped into Vesh in one of the markets. The sheer power that came off the figure, was awesome. And Vesh wanted it. After a few discreet he learned that the lone man was Sith. A dark side force user.
It became Vesh's mission in life to seek out a place in the Sith were he might find his own place amongst them. Though he knew that he had no Force sensitivity. He did posses skills the the Force guys didn't, at least he thought so anyway. So again he stole, this from Chaga, but left behind a nice parting gift. A small, contained explosion was the last thing that Vesh heard before he climbed onto his transport that took him offworld and to the nearest Sith controlled planet.
(OOC...the rp sample didnt happen...its just a sample)
RP Sample: He starred down the scope, patiently finding his target in the mass of beings in the square below. His target blended in well, but you could always spot a jedi by the way they held themselves. There he was, by the food kiosk, hood covering his face, dressed in a simple attire. From everything he had read on Jedi, Vesh knew that as soon as he pulled the trigger the target would be alerted. But, he had planned for this. A few civilians would die as well; casualties of war.
Vesh took a breath, steadied the weapon, and pulled the trigger. The bolt raced to the jedi's head. The Jedi turned to raise his lightsaber, however, as soon as he press the ignition to free the blade the unscented gas ignited. The energy discharge from the Jedi's lightsaber ignited the highly flammable gas leaking from the food kiosk's grill. The flames, followed by a small blast, killed the Jedi and only 3 civilians. Vesh was satisfied. he collapsed the weapon into a portable case and made his way of the roof top back to the streets below.
Department: special ops
Rank: Private
Name: Vesh Mare
Race: Human
Age: 20
Height: 5' 9"
Weight: 160lbs
Birth place: Nar Shardaa
Appearance: defined build from constant exercise. His hair is dark and coarse, Vesh usually keeps it close cut. he has light gray eyes. A scar runs from his left shoulder to top of his belly button, caused by a Rodian's vibro-blade. Usually likes to wear black, whether it be armor or cloth. His choice armor is a set that he stole from a wealthy spice lord.
Personality: He grew up around cold, impassioned beings. After more than a few incidents were caring almost got him killed, he adopted the cold and callous attitude of those around him. Getting to his heart is like braking a carbonite slab with a glass bottle. Past the never smiling face, cold eyes, and expression that wouldn't kill you but make you wish he had. There is a kind loving soul...just nobody ever gets past the cold eyes. Or the deep rooted sarcasm, if you mess up or say something silly; he'll let you know, quite bluntly.
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 5
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 6
Alignment: sith
Bio: Vesh was born and raised on the Smugglers Moon. His mother, Nusa Mare, was a slave to a local drug lord, Chago. Vesh was not planned, just an unfortunate consequence of his mothers job. Chago made sure Vesh knew this on a daily basis. In his early years all he did was run slave errands. Deliver food, clean the latrines, tend to the clients. As he got older he began to understand the differant alien languages that he was being exposed to. While he couldn't speak many of them he got the jist of what was being said.
At the age of twelve Vesh got his first assingment from Chaga. In all it was nothing more than a suicide mission. Chaga wanted to get rid of Vesh so that he could focus on more important things besides a little kid. However, Vesh lived. If only barely. After three days in a coma and two in a bacta tank, Chaga decided that something could be done other than get Vesh killed. Nusa protested, but in the end Vesh became a Runner. Basically, he would carry the items, proceeds, and other assorted things to and from Chaga and his clients. He was good, able to slip in and out of places with relative ease. It helped that he was only a kid and nobody cared to notice him. Those that did notice him either beat him, robbed him, or both. Which usually lead to Chaga beating him more.
As he got older the Chaga entrusted Vesh with more complicated task. Mostly, murders. His first kill was at the age of sixteen. The man he killed was the Sector's lead Detective, that just happened to be investigating Chaga. Vesh would've been fine with killing him except for he had to do it in front of the Detective's family. Emotionally numb the next four years of Vesh's memory are mostly a blur. He killed, he stole, and all in the name of someone who treated him like fodder. It wasn't until his early twenties that Vesh caught a break. A lone figure, dressed in black, bumped into Vesh in one of the markets. The sheer power that came off the figure, was awesome. And Vesh wanted it. After a few discreet he learned that the lone man was Sith. A dark side force user.
It became Vesh's mission in life to seek out a place in the Sith were he might find his own place amongst them. Though he knew that he had no Force sensitivity. He did posses skills the the Force guys didn't, at least he thought so anyway. So again he stole, this from Chaga, but left behind a nice parting gift. A small, contained explosion was the last thing that Vesh heard before he climbed onto his transport that took him offworld and to the nearest Sith controlled planet.
(OOC...the rp sample didnt happen...its just a sample)
RP Sample: He starred down the scope, patiently finding his target in the mass of beings in the square below. His target blended in well, but you could always spot a jedi by the way they held themselves. There he was, by the food kiosk, hood covering his face, dressed in a simple attire. From everything he had read on Jedi, Vesh knew that as soon as he pulled the trigger the target would be alerted. But, he had planned for this. A few civilians would die as well; casualties of war.
Vesh took a breath, steadied the weapon, and pulled the trigger. The bolt raced to the jedi's head. The Jedi turned to raise his lightsaber, however, as soon as he press the ignition to free the blade the unscented gas ignited. The energy discharge from the Jedi's lightsaber ignited the highly flammable gas leaking from the food kiosk's grill. The flames, followed by a small blast, killed the Jedi and only 3 civilians. Vesh was satisfied. he collapsed the weapon into a portable case and made his way of the roof top back to the streets below.
