Post by Dutch on Jul 5, 2014 19:42:03 GMT -5
Faction: Sith
Department: Navy
Rank: Lt
Name: Garrett "Finch" Sixsmith
Race: Human
Age: 28
Height: 5’9’
Weight: 142 lbs
Birth place: Sixsmith Compound, Dromund Kaas
Appearance:
Finch isn’t the largest of men to wander the galaxy. Standing at about 5’9” he doesn’t exactly stand out in a crowd. His hair is a dark chestnut that he normally keeps styled back. His near-black eyes usually contain a gleam of mischief within, normally complementing a confident grin. Finch keeps himself immaculately groomed and preened, and isn’t above teasing and dropping hints on other men that don’t meet his own standards. The man is built for speed over strength, his musculature lean and wiry. He is far from shy when it comes to showing off his body, the man often caught flexing for others in the locker room as he boasts about his ‘peak physique’. More often than not this leads to stuff being thrown at him. He has the Imperial insignia tattooed on the inside of his left bicep, kept so it can be easily hidden if out in the galaxy . Finch’s body has its share of scars, the most noticeably across the right side of his abs where he was nearly killed by a slugthrower round.
Due to his Aristocratic heritage Finch has the funds to wear the high end, custom tailored fashions he prefers. His Theelin tailor keeps the man in the latest styles and trends, while still keeping to Finch’s preferences towards smart-casual wear. Expensive leather jackets usually paired with light shirts and perfectly pressed pants the most common ensemble, Finch’s leather boots are usually made from the same animal as the jacket. Outside of his casual wear Finch is most often found in a standard Imperial pilot’s flight suit, the left side of its helm stamped with the shape of a Republic fighter for each confirmed kill. Currently there are seventeen imprints adorning the helm. Whether on the job or on leave, Finch always keeps an archaic metal coin on his person at all times. Nearly every decision he makes is made by the flip of this coin, inherited from his father.
Personality:
Thought for years to truly suffer from a case of narcissism, many have come to accept that Finch is just a bit of a jerk. Though very self-important, the man is very loyal to the Empire and its philosophies. This same loyalty especially applies to others in the Sith military, with obvious favoritism towards naval personnel. However he will still harass those he considers friends, a known prankster stemming back to flight school.
Finch doesn’t necessarily hate the Republic, but has no love for it either. Even before his parents invested their fortunes into the Empire they were no fans of the Republic, and chose to live on Prazhi instead. This didn't change when they built their manse on Dromund Kaas. Finch grew apathy towards the Republic because of this.
Despite his pride at being an Imperial, Finch is rarely stupid enough to reveal his allegiances when out in the galaxy. Always the man keeps his pistol nearby, usually hidden in a tailored pocket to conceal the weapon. With his habit of going outside Imperial territory for both duty and pleasure, Finch has learned that Imperials aren't necessarily always welcome outside Empire space. Despite this Finch tends to spend any free time wherever the local night life is, preferring calmer and classier locals over anything overly wild.
What would probably be called his greatest flaw, Finch totes the iconic racism that comes with being raised in human superiority. For the most part he does not like aliens being near him, let alone being close enough to touch him. One of his favorite past times though is thinking of insulting nicknames to call each race, and is rarely afraid to use them given the opportunity. When this does erupt into violence, which happens often, Finch will all too happily use his training to incapacitate them.
Then mock them some more.
Equipment:
Apex-10 Machine Pistol
SND- 1171 Shotblaster
SF- 122 Rapier
Skills:
Advanced Piloting
Echani Martial Arts Adept
Journeyman Naval Tactician
Force-Sensitive Attributes:
Telepathic: 1
Body: 3
Sense:4
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 6
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 6
Bio:
Password: I like-a do da cha-cha
RP Sample:
Department: Navy
Rank: Lt
Name: Garrett "Finch" Sixsmith
Race: Human
Age: 28
Height: 5’9’
Weight: 142 lbs
Birth place: Sixsmith Compound, Dromund Kaas
Appearance:
Finch isn’t the largest of men to wander the galaxy. Standing at about 5’9” he doesn’t exactly stand out in a crowd. His hair is a dark chestnut that he normally keeps styled back. His near-black eyes usually contain a gleam of mischief within, normally complementing a confident grin. Finch keeps himself immaculately groomed and preened, and isn’t above teasing and dropping hints on other men that don’t meet his own standards. The man is built for speed over strength, his musculature lean and wiry. He is far from shy when it comes to showing off his body, the man often caught flexing for others in the locker room as he boasts about his ‘peak physique’. More often than not this leads to stuff being thrown at him. He has the Imperial insignia tattooed on the inside of his left bicep, kept so it can be easily hidden if out in the galaxy . Finch’s body has its share of scars, the most noticeably across the right side of his abs where he was nearly killed by a slugthrower round.
Due to his Aristocratic heritage Finch has the funds to wear the high end, custom tailored fashions he prefers. His Theelin tailor keeps the man in the latest styles and trends, while still keeping to Finch’s preferences towards smart-casual wear. Expensive leather jackets usually paired with light shirts and perfectly pressed pants the most common ensemble, Finch’s leather boots are usually made from the same animal as the jacket. Outside of his casual wear Finch is most often found in a standard Imperial pilot’s flight suit, the left side of its helm stamped with the shape of a Republic fighter for each confirmed kill. Currently there are seventeen imprints adorning the helm. Whether on the job or on leave, Finch always keeps an archaic metal coin on his person at all times. Nearly every decision he makes is made by the flip of this coin, inherited from his father.
Personality:
Thought for years to truly suffer from a case of narcissism, many have come to accept that Finch is just a bit of a jerk. Though very self-important, the man is very loyal to the Empire and its philosophies. This same loyalty especially applies to others in the Sith military, with obvious favoritism towards naval personnel. However he will still harass those he considers friends, a known prankster stemming back to flight school.
Finch doesn’t necessarily hate the Republic, but has no love for it either. Even before his parents invested their fortunes into the Empire they were no fans of the Republic, and chose to live on Prazhi instead. This didn't change when they built their manse on Dromund Kaas. Finch grew apathy towards the Republic because of this.
Despite his pride at being an Imperial, Finch is rarely stupid enough to reveal his allegiances when out in the galaxy. Always the man keeps his pistol nearby, usually hidden in a tailored pocket to conceal the weapon. With his habit of going outside Imperial territory for both duty and pleasure, Finch has learned that Imperials aren't necessarily always welcome outside Empire space. Despite this Finch tends to spend any free time wherever the local night life is, preferring calmer and classier locals over anything overly wild.
What would probably be called his greatest flaw, Finch totes the iconic racism that comes with being raised in human superiority. For the most part he does not like aliens being near him, let alone being close enough to touch him. One of his favorite past times though is thinking of insulting nicknames to call each race, and is rarely afraid to use them given the opportunity. When this does erupt into violence, which happens often, Finch will all too happily use his training to incapacitate them.
Then mock them some more.
Equipment:
Apex-10 Machine Pistol
SND- 1171 Shotblaster
SF- 122 Rapier
Skills:
Advanced Piloting
Echani Martial Arts Adept
Journeyman Naval Tactician
Force-Sensitive Attributes:
Telepathic: 1
Body: 3
Sense:4
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 6
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 6
Bio:
Password: I like-a do da cha-cha
RP Sample:
