Post by ybtypical220 on Aug 11, 2007 1:58:13 GMT -5
Name: Sebar Limminik
Age: 60
Race: Besalisk
Height: 1.8 meters
Weight: 136 kilograms
Family: None. Blood relations have perished, no steady romantic interest.
Bio/History: Sebar Limminik, or "Seb", was born the youngest of three children, all male, in a middle class family. Seb's greatest influence in his youth was his mother: A strong willed, albeit somewhat aloof character. Seb's father, a merchant who dealt in less-than-legal goods, was often gone on business. A rather reclusive youth, Seb often spent time at home, tinkering with various trinkets his father brought home. Seb was also quite fond of stories. Any legends or myths his father brought home were eagerly devoured.
In his adolescent years Seb was more adventurous. He would often venture forth from the family home, searching for his own adventures, on whatever scale he cared to make them out to be. His mother, often busy with housework or simply aloof, would often not even know he was gone.
As Seb and his brothers aged, his father seemed to take interest in having them around; at lest, Seb's older brothers. After all, who would not want to walk around with two young, heavy set humanoids with four arms ? With the kind of questionable business Seb's father ran, few questions were asked amongst the family. The money was good, and even Seb's brothers received cuts when they accompanied their father. It was not until Seb was roughly nineteen, that anything drastically changed his life. His father had gone on one of his trips along with his brothers, but didn't return. Weeks turned into months as Seb and his equally belligerent mother waited. Slowly they began to realize what had happened. Though they never truly found out, it was all too obvious what had happened. A deal went bad and a family was shattered.
This event launched Seb into responsibility. He decided, along with his mother, to take up the money saved up from his fathers expeditions and move to Coruscant. There they would forge a new life, or at least leave behind the past. Seb decided to himself to take care of his mother. He was the only male left in the family, and he considered it his duty and task to take care of his mother, though she was quite capable of doing so herself.
Regardless, the two made their way to Coruscant and began anew. Seb found work at a warehouse, whereas his mother gained a job at a diner. With their combined income they sustained a reasonable existence. Not a merchant's caliber of existence, but far from a pauper's. Though Seb never really received a proper education he learned well enough from his work, which was at times shady, and from his own adventures how things worked. After all, with four heavyset arms one would not think such a being as Seb would need an education to get by.
Though Seb was quite adamant about taking care of his mother, he did not neglect his own personal life. Though he rarely saw any others of his species it did not stop Seb from conversing and getting to know a number of people: Specifically, female people. He frequented the cantinas and bars, though rarely did he bother at clubs. He lived a rather cavalier existence: Apart from sustaining an apartment with his mother, he could, and did, do as he pleased. He was not overly indulgent, but was far from strict and disciplined. Fights were few and far between and all in all, whilst not a saint, Seb was a rather good lad.
This span of Seb's life lasted some seven years. He returned home from work one night, unusually sober and alert, to notice his home was being visited by medical workers. Upon a swift questioning, it appeared as though Seb's mother had died. A long fight with a disease that she did not wish to burden her son with. Seb, quite downtrodden, went straightway to his favorite cantina. There, after buying a small ship from a drunken captain, he drank until he could barely walk. He waddled (rather, waddled less straight forwards than before) back home where he continued to drink until he passed out. This was, in some strange way, his method of dealing with the problem.
After his binge, Seb more or less tried to organize things. He was now alone, which was strange to him. The apartment was paid off and now officially his, so he would always have a place to call home. He had bought a ship, though small and he had never seen it, so he could travel. With the small amount of credits left over, Seb left his apartment in the hands of a caretaker and departed for the outer rims. His dream was to find all sorts of stories. To live on the edge of life, gaining new experience and having countless adventures.
Seb made it all the way into the ship when his dreams of adventure were dashed into pieces. He could barely fit inside the ship. Once he had, there was the problem of piloting, something he had not learned to do. He was not about to take his chances: As much as he wanted to see the fringe, he was quite proud of his life. He knew he had it better than some, and was not about to perish in some strange and foolish accident trying to pilot a ship. Seb departed his ship and then sold it almost as quickly as he had bought it.
When Seb got back to his apartment the caretaker was quite shocked, but quickly dismissed. Seb then decided to lay down. Not on a bed, nor a couch, but on the floor. He did so, perhaps just waiting off his hangover, though more probably thinking as best he could about the future. Things seemed dramatic to him, as he was thinking. But, perhaps it was a good story to tell. Thoughts of the passed quickly phased out into thoughts of the future. The money he had from selling his ship wouldn't last too long, so he needed another job. He had street smarts and a good amount of physical strength, but was not about to do anything too shady.
After some time, Seb realized what he would do: Run a cantina himself. He wanted to hear stories, talk to people, and live an adventurous life, and being a barkeep seemed to be a good a job to do such things as any. The free access to drinks, of course, was not forgotten. The problem was that Seb lacked the money. Thus, he decided to find a job in a bar, learn the tricks of the trade whilst earning money, then open his own.
Finding a job was not difficult. Seb found his keep by working as a spare hand at a local cantina. Part bouncer, part lackey, he worked hard and quickly found favor in the sight of the owner. He actually drank less while he worked at the cantina. He found that it impeded his ability to distinguish friend from foe. Though he still socialized with the patrons, Seb spent more of his time reading books. Not just any books, but books of myths and legends. Of strange happenings and odd occurrences. He even read a few books of a more historical nature in his time.
Seb, after roughly a dozen years, earned enough money to open his own place. He found a small house, just on the main route he took between work and home. Though it was two stories, it was small enough, perhaps for a retiree. Though, retiring was not on his agenda. To help pay for it he sold his apartment, then moved in and began renovations. The downstairs was more or less cleared of all walls to make a large area, filled later with tables. Seb made a bar to stretch around the kitchen to make clear that it was not only an eatery and then to top it off he bought a few cots and put them upstairs.
Though it was more a bed and breakfast, or perhaps an inn, than a cantina, Seb treated it just the same. He worked the kitchen, the bar and the people who came. At the end of each night, Seb slept soundly in the only private room in the building that was once a house. The next day he would get up early and start again. Though tiring, he enjoyed the work. He made enough money to pay the bills and then some to set aside and save. As for a name, he simply called it "Seb's". Though he liked the sound of "Booze, bed and bread bordello" he simply found Seb's more appealing.
As his operation continued over the years it expanded, ever so slightly. Seb hired help and even considered an addition to the place (though it was never constructed). As the years went on Seb slowly hired more help and was eventually able to stop working and still have his operation earning money. He enjoyed his position of quasi-manager. He still did as he pleased, only he had to work little if at all and could talk with the patrons who were passing through as much as he pleased. All the while, he would still be making money.
Seb's operation continued many years. He was quick to dissuade any who attempted to buy his operation and any underworld types he was quick to rebuff. He had taken a liking to his building and his operation and was not about to let it slip away. He still drank and caroused from time to time, though for the most part he had settled down by his sixtieth birthday. He enjoyed sitting and talking to the patrons. Though he took no side in matters of war or politics he still enjoyed hearing the stories the people would leave as they passed through. From time to time Seb tried to write himself: A short story, a poem, perhaps even a song. Though they were rarely well received it did not stop them from being written.
Current Job: Manager-owner of a small inn type of operation, though essentially retired.
Stats
Physical Strength: 6
Mind Power: 7
Force Aptitude: 2
Speed: 2
Swordsmanship: 3
Weapons: 2
Alignment: 0
Age: 60
Race: Besalisk
Height: 1.8 meters
Weight: 136 kilograms
Family: None. Blood relations have perished, no steady romantic interest.
Bio/History: Sebar Limminik, or "Seb", was born the youngest of three children, all male, in a middle class family. Seb's greatest influence in his youth was his mother: A strong willed, albeit somewhat aloof character. Seb's father, a merchant who dealt in less-than-legal goods, was often gone on business. A rather reclusive youth, Seb often spent time at home, tinkering with various trinkets his father brought home. Seb was also quite fond of stories. Any legends or myths his father brought home were eagerly devoured.
In his adolescent years Seb was more adventurous. He would often venture forth from the family home, searching for his own adventures, on whatever scale he cared to make them out to be. His mother, often busy with housework or simply aloof, would often not even know he was gone.
As Seb and his brothers aged, his father seemed to take interest in having them around; at lest, Seb's older brothers. After all, who would not want to walk around with two young, heavy set humanoids with four arms ? With the kind of questionable business Seb's father ran, few questions were asked amongst the family. The money was good, and even Seb's brothers received cuts when they accompanied their father. It was not until Seb was roughly nineteen, that anything drastically changed his life. His father had gone on one of his trips along with his brothers, but didn't return. Weeks turned into months as Seb and his equally belligerent mother waited. Slowly they began to realize what had happened. Though they never truly found out, it was all too obvious what had happened. A deal went bad and a family was shattered.
This event launched Seb into responsibility. He decided, along with his mother, to take up the money saved up from his fathers expeditions and move to Coruscant. There they would forge a new life, or at least leave behind the past. Seb decided to himself to take care of his mother. He was the only male left in the family, and he considered it his duty and task to take care of his mother, though she was quite capable of doing so herself.
Regardless, the two made their way to Coruscant and began anew. Seb found work at a warehouse, whereas his mother gained a job at a diner. With their combined income they sustained a reasonable existence. Not a merchant's caliber of existence, but far from a pauper's. Though Seb never really received a proper education he learned well enough from his work, which was at times shady, and from his own adventures how things worked. After all, with four heavyset arms one would not think such a being as Seb would need an education to get by.
Though Seb was quite adamant about taking care of his mother, he did not neglect his own personal life. Though he rarely saw any others of his species it did not stop Seb from conversing and getting to know a number of people: Specifically, female people. He frequented the cantinas and bars, though rarely did he bother at clubs. He lived a rather cavalier existence: Apart from sustaining an apartment with his mother, he could, and did, do as he pleased. He was not overly indulgent, but was far from strict and disciplined. Fights were few and far between and all in all, whilst not a saint, Seb was a rather good lad.
This span of Seb's life lasted some seven years. He returned home from work one night, unusually sober and alert, to notice his home was being visited by medical workers. Upon a swift questioning, it appeared as though Seb's mother had died. A long fight with a disease that she did not wish to burden her son with. Seb, quite downtrodden, went straightway to his favorite cantina. There, after buying a small ship from a drunken captain, he drank until he could barely walk. He waddled (rather, waddled less straight forwards than before) back home where he continued to drink until he passed out. This was, in some strange way, his method of dealing with the problem.
After his binge, Seb more or less tried to organize things. He was now alone, which was strange to him. The apartment was paid off and now officially his, so he would always have a place to call home. He had bought a ship, though small and he had never seen it, so he could travel. With the small amount of credits left over, Seb left his apartment in the hands of a caretaker and departed for the outer rims. His dream was to find all sorts of stories. To live on the edge of life, gaining new experience and having countless adventures.
Seb made it all the way into the ship when his dreams of adventure were dashed into pieces. He could barely fit inside the ship. Once he had, there was the problem of piloting, something he had not learned to do. He was not about to take his chances: As much as he wanted to see the fringe, he was quite proud of his life. He knew he had it better than some, and was not about to perish in some strange and foolish accident trying to pilot a ship. Seb departed his ship and then sold it almost as quickly as he had bought it.
When Seb got back to his apartment the caretaker was quite shocked, but quickly dismissed. Seb then decided to lay down. Not on a bed, nor a couch, but on the floor. He did so, perhaps just waiting off his hangover, though more probably thinking as best he could about the future. Things seemed dramatic to him, as he was thinking. But, perhaps it was a good story to tell. Thoughts of the passed quickly phased out into thoughts of the future. The money he had from selling his ship wouldn't last too long, so he needed another job. He had street smarts and a good amount of physical strength, but was not about to do anything too shady.
After some time, Seb realized what he would do: Run a cantina himself. He wanted to hear stories, talk to people, and live an adventurous life, and being a barkeep seemed to be a good a job to do such things as any. The free access to drinks, of course, was not forgotten. The problem was that Seb lacked the money. Thus, he decided to find a job in a bar, learn the tricks of the trade whilst earning money, then open his own.
Finding a job was not difficult. Seb found his keep by working as a spare hand at a local cantina. Part bouncer, part lackey, he worked hard and quickly found favor in the sight of the owner. He actually drank less while he worked at the cantina. He found that it impeded his ability to distinguish friend from foe. Though he still socialized with the patrons, Seb spent more of his time reading books. Not just any books, but books of myths and legends. Of strange happenings and odd occurrences. He even read a few books of a more historical nature in his time.
Seb, after roughly a dozen years, earned enough money to open his own place. He found a small house, just on the main route he took between work and home. Though it was two stories, it was small enough, perhaps for a retiree. Though, retiring was not on his agenda. To help pay for it he sold his apartment, then moved in and began renovations. The downstairs was more or less cleared of all walls to make a large area, filled later with tables. Seb made a bar to stretch around the kitchen to make clear that it was not only an eatery and then to top it off he bought a few cots and put them upstairs.
Though it was more a bed and breakfast, or perhaps an inn, than a cantina, Seb treated it just the same. He worked the kitchen, the bar and the people who came. At the end of each night, Seb slept soundly in the only private room in the building that was once a house. The next day he would get up early and start again. Though tiring, he enjoyed the work. He made enough money to pay the bills and then some to set aside and save. As for a name, he simply called it "Seb's". Though he liked the sound of "Booze, bed and bread bordello" he simply found Seb's more appealing.
As his operation continued over the years it expanded, ever so slightly. Seb hired help and even considered an addition to the place (though it was never constructed). As the years went on Seb slowly hired more help and was eventually able to stop working and still have his operation earning money. He enjoyed his position of quasi-manager. He still did as he pleased, only he had to work little if at all and could talk with the patrons who were passing through as much as he pleased. All the while, he would still be making money.
Seb's operation continued many years. He was quick to dissuade any who attempted to buy his operation and any underworld types he was quick to rebuff. He had taken a liking to his building and his operation and was not about to let it slip away. He still drank and caroused from time to time, though for the most part he had settled down by his sixtieth birthday. He enjoyed sitting and talking to the patrons. Though he took no side in matters of war or politics he still enjoyed hearing the stories the people would leave as they passed through. From time to time Seb tried to write himself: A short story, a poem, perhaps even a song. Though they were rarely well received it did not stop them from being written.
Current Job: Manager-owner of a small inn type of operation, though essentially retired.
Stats
Physical Strength: 6
Mind Power: 7
Force Aptitude: 2
Speed: 2
Swordsmanship: 3
Weapons: 2
Alignment: 0
