Post by Vandros on Oct 18, 2014 4:26:28 GMT -5
Name: Vandros Kamdin
Race: Human
Age: 26
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 166 lbs.
Birth place: Coronet City, Corellia
Appearance:
((A screenshot of my character, Vandros, from my days in Star Wars: The Old Republic.))
Vandros stands at an average 5 foot 8 inches, weighing in at a modest 166 pounds. He is, for all intents and purposes, your average human, save for the muscle he's built up from a regular workout regimen aboard his vessel. He keeps his smooth, black hair neatly kept and almost never messy. On his chin resides a moderately thick strip of black facial hair, as well as stubble that he personally likes to describe as 'sexy'. His eyes are a dark brown that are easy to get lost in.
He likes his to keep his attire simple, but practical, keeping his wardrobe mostly confined to jackets with many pockets for holding various items, a simple t-shirt underneath, cargo pants of varying numbers of pockets, and simple steel-toed boots, which are almost always brown or black in color. He is also usually seen with some item between his lips, such as a toothpick or a writing utensil of some form - a habit from his days of smoking.
The only true distinguishing feature of Vandros' visage is the scar adorning his right eye, which he received while working on a particularly stubborn engine that decided to rupture and send a few shards of shrapnel everywhere. Luckily, Vandros was able to keep his vision in the eye due the protection of wearing his work goggles, but the scar caused by the accident will always remain.
Other Clothing:
- One standard brown duster coat, that reaches all the way down to his mid-calf, wears it occasionally instead of his normal jackets
- One wide-brimmed 'ranchhand-styled' hat, grey in color, wears occasionally, but only when wearing the duster coat as well
Personality: On most days Vandros is a care-free, charismatic, easy-to-get-along-with individual who enjoys having and sharing a good time. He likes to meet and talk to new people and catch up with old acquaintances from time-to-time, but he's definitely an extroverted person. He describes himself as a 'social drinker', meaning he is only interested in drinking if he can find someone to drink with him, though on the rare occasion he will drink alone. His only other hobbies are working on his ship and maintaining his weapons.
However, some days he begins thinking about his father and all the good times they had, and subsequently about the way his father was killed, and he sinks into a dark place in his mind from which he finds it hard to escape for the day. Though this depression is only temporary, usually only a day or two at a time, anyone who knows Vandros can see a dramatic change in who he is and how he acts and presents himself. He usually finds the cure for this depression in the form of alcohol and sleep.
When things come to push and shove, Vandros remains more or less the same, though one can tell that he is a bit more serious than usual. He will step back and assess the situation before proceeding further, but all the while he will still continue to crack jokes and make light of the situation, unless it is completely uncalled-for.
Occupation: Freelance Freighter/Cargo Hauler/Taxi Service, sometimes all of them at once.
Rank: Small business owner, business bearing no name.
Skills:
- Excellent shot with a blaster pistol, prefers to dual-wield
- Good pilot
- Has a way with words, very charismatic
Equipment:
- Sanguine and Beauty
Ships/Vehicles: The Virtue, Corellian XS Stock Light Freighter, bought by his father inoperable and repaired over several years.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 6
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 6
Bio: Vandros was born to a single mother in Coronet City on Corellia, his father having been a Republic soldier that lost his life during service. They were of average class, so while they were not struggling to feed or provide for themselves, they certainly were not rolling in credits, either. Luckily, Vandros grew up in a neighborhood with many other children like himself, so he found himself always having someone to talk to and play with, leaving his childhood days much fulfilled and happy. However, having not met his biological father and only seeing images and hearing stories of him, young Vandros did find some of his days sullied by sadness.
These sad days came to be more and more sparse, however, when his mother met a nice man at work one day, in one of the many ship factories on Corellia. Years passed and the man's relationship with both Vandros and his mother grew incredibly. Vandros came to view the man as his father, as the man had stepped in to fill the role quite quickly and strongly, teaching Vandros all of the virtues he would need as an older man himself. Eventually, the man and Vandros' mother got married, and the three of them lived happily and comfortably for several years.
During these years, Vandros' 'father' taught him even more things he would need to know, including the trade that both he and his mother were employed in - building and repairing starships. Around the middle of Vandros' teenage years, his father purchased a defunct and inoperable freighter-class vessel for the both of them to work on, so that Vandros could learn the trade first-hand, and so they'd have a way to take vacations and such when they had enough money saved up again.
However, this plan was put on hold almost two years later, when his father met a tragic end at the end of some thug's knife. From what Vandros was led to believe, the thug had demanded all of the credits his father had on him and, when his father refused, the thug decided to take it by force and leave his father for dead. This, of course, shattered both Vandros and his mother, leaving them both racked with grief for a very long time. In light of this, Vandros began training himself to use blasters, in the event that he had to defend himself in a similar situation someday. In this time, Vandros also took up smoking to help ease the pain of depression. The freighter went unfinished for several years, while Vandros turned his attention to his job in the ship factory where he'd worked alongside his parents.
It wasn't until several years later that a wanderlust began to creep up in Vandros, a need to escape from the horrible emotions that the city-life was beginning to bring up in him. He finally found the inspiration he needed to continue working on the freighter, and after many many long months spent underneath, inside, on top of, and all around the vessel, it was finally space-worthy. He named it The Virtue to honor all the things his father had taught him over the years.
Bidding farewell to his mother, thanking her for all of the support and love and encouragement she'd given him over the many years of his life, Vandros finally left Corellia behind, and any negative memories associated with the planet - although, the memory of his father's murder he still carries with him to this day.
These days, Vandros makes his living by using his freighter for its intended purpose - hauling cargo across the galaxy for individual clients. Sometimes he also offers a taxi service to clients, taking people from one place to another, for a modest price, and sometimes offers both services at the same time. He has also since curbed his addiction to smoking, having found that most clients find it either disreputable or unpleasant. That said, he still finds this life enjoyable and rewarding in its own way, though he's always seeking new adventures to take part in.
RP Sample: "Alright, so that'll be one-thousand credits up-front and another two-thousand for the completion of the delivery, and you can have your men load the cargo at hangar G-9. Does that sound acceptable? Vandros asked the man, as he looked up from the datapad that contained all the details for his latest delivery job. The man gave a curt nod of approval and handed over the aforementioned credits, then bid Vandros farewell, which Vandros himself reciprocated and thanked the man for his business.
Smiling, Vandros shut down the datapad and slipped it into one of his jacket's many pockets, along with the credit chip, and turned on his heel to begin making his way toward the cantina just on the other side of the space station's plaza. No reason he couldn't take a little time for himself before starting his delivery, socialize a little bit. Especially since he was going to be by himself for the entirety of this delivery job, which was going to last at least a week on the best of conditions.
Walking into the cantina, he waved at a few strangers happily, though most of them shrugged him off, not wanting to be bothered. Only one returned his wave, and even then it looked forced. Why didn't people ever want to make friends anymore? These thoughts left his mind as he made his way up to the bar and took a seat, sliding a credit chip across its illuminated surface. "I'll have a Rabid Gundark," he said casually, giving the bartender a small nod, before watching the man walk away to prepare his drink.
Vandros hummed a small tune to himself as he waited patiently for the man to come back with his drink. His brown eyes traveled around the bar, taking in all of the characters present. A few Rodians, a Twi'lek, a couple of Zabraks here and there. Nothing too interesting, at any rate. It seemed no one was interested in talking, which was a pity - he was really looking forward to some social interaction before his long trip. Ah well, he'd find a good drinking partner in his drink, he was sure. And as if right on cue, the bartender came back and set the cold beverage down in front of him, giving him a curt nod before walking off to tend to some other patrons.
Vandros took the glass in his hand and raised it up to his lips, the mixed sensation of smoothness and burning from the alcohol delighting his taste buds and stomach alike as it slid down his throat. With a sigh of refreshment, he set the glass back down with a smile spreading across his lips. "That's always good stuff," he said to himself, then smirked and jokingly added, "Sure is, isn't it?" He shrugged and decided if he couldn't talk to anyone else, he might as well talk to himself. This, of course, garnered a few strange looks from the other patrons, but he paid them no mind. He would have someone to talk to before his trip, even if it was himself.
After finishing his drink and having a pleasant conversation, with himself, Vandros stood and tossed another credit chip onto the bar, a tip for the bartender. He stretched his torso, then turned on his heel and made his way out of the bar and back to the hangars. He looked up at his freighter with bright eyes and a warm smile, pride swelling in his heart at its simplistic beauty, before walking over to the landing leg closest to the boarding ramp and swiping his thumb across the keypad there to lower the ramp.
Boarding the vessel, he went to the cargo hold to make sure his client's men had loaded everything properly as instructed - they had - then made his way to the cockpit to begin his next journey. Sliding into the captain's chair, he input the security codes and ignition codes - both of which he had installed so no one would fly away with he and his father's years of work - and waited for the vessel to power up. After making all of the necessary pre-flight checks to make sure everything was in working order, the ship lifted off of the ground and retracted its landing feet, then turned and finally made its way out of the hangar, before rocketing off into the stars toward its next destination.
Race: Human
Age: 26
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 166 lbs.
Birth place: Coronet City, Corellia
Appearance:
((A screenshot of my character, Vandros, from my days in Star Wars: The Old Republic.))
Vandros stands at an average 5 foot 8 inches, weighing in at a modest 166 pounds. He is, for all intents and purposes, your average human, save for the muscle he's built up from a regular workout regimen aboard his vessel. He keeps his smooth, black hair neatly kept and almost never messy. On his chin resides a moderately thick strip of black facial hair, as well as stubble that he personally likes to describe as 'sexy'. His eyes are a dark brown that are easy to get lost in.
He likes his to keep his attire simple, but practical, keeping his wardrobe mostly confined to jackets with many pockets for holding various items, a simple t-shirt underneath, cargo pants of varying numbers of pockets, and simple steel-toed boots, which are almost always brown or black in color. He is also usually seen with some item between his lips, such as a toothpick or a writing utensil of some form - a habit from his days of smoking.
The only true distinguishing feature of Vandros' visage is the scar adorning his right eye, which he received while working on a particularly stubborn engine that decided to rupture and send a few shards of shrapnel everywhere. Luckily, Vandros was able to keep his vision in the eye due the protection of wearing his work goggles, but the scar caused by the accident will always remain.
Other Clothing:
- One standard brown duster coat, that reaches all the way down to his mid-calf, wears it occasionally instead of his normal jackets
- One wide-brimmed 'ranchhand-styled' hat, grey in color, wears occasionally, but only when wearing the duster coat as well
Personality: On most days Vandros is a care-free, charismatic, easy-to-get-along-with individual who enjoys having and sharing a good time. He likes to meet and talk to new people and catch up with old acquaintances from time-to-time, but he's definitely an extroverted person. He describes himself as a 'social drinker', meaning he is only interested in drinking if he can find someone to drink with him, though on the rare occasion he will drink alone. His only other hobbies are working on his ship and maintaining his weapons.
However, some days he begins thinking about his father and all the good times they had, and subsequently about the way his father was killed, and he sinks into a dark place in his mind from which he finds it hard to escape for the day. Though this depression is only temporary, usually only a day or two at a time, anyone who knows Vandros can see a dramatic change in who he is and how he acts and presents himself. He usually finds the cure for this depression in the form of alcohol and sleep.
When things come to push and shove, Vandros remains more or less the same, though one can tell that he is a bit more serious than usual. He will step back and assess the situation before proceeding further, but all the while he will still continue to crack jokes and make light of the situation, unless it is completely uncalled-for.
Occupation: Freelance Freighter/Cargo Hauler/Taxi Service, sometimes all of them at once.
Rank: Small business owner, business bearing no name.
Skills:
- Excellent shot with a blaster pistol, prefers to dual-wield
- Good pilot
- Has a way with words, very charismatic
Equipment:
- Sanguine and Beauty
Ships/Vehicles: The Virtue, Corellian XS Stock Light Freighter, bought by his father inoperable and repaired over several years.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 6
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 6
Bio: Vandros was born to a single mother in Coronet City on Corellia, his father having been a Republic soldier that lost his life during service. They were of average class, so while they were not struggling to feed or provide for themselves, they certainly were not rolling in credits, either. Luckily, Vandros grew up in a neighborhood with many other children like himself, so he found himself always having someone to talk to and play with, leaving his childhood days much fulfilled and happy. However, having not met his biological father and only seeing images and hearing stories of him, young Vandros did find some of his days sullied by sadness.
These sad days came to be more and more sparse, however, when his mother met a nice man at work one day, in one of the many ship factories on Corellia. Years passed and the man's relationship with both Vandros and his mother grew incredibly. Vandros came to view the man as his father, as the man had stepped in to fill the role quite quickly and strongly, teaching Vandros all of the virtues he would need as an older man himself. Eventually, the man and Vandros' mother got married, and the three of them lived happily and comfortably for several years.
During these years, Vandros' 'father' taught him even more things he would need to know, including the trade that both he and his mother were employed in - building and repairing starships. Around the middle of Vandros' teenage years, his father purchased a defunct and inoperable freighter-class vessel for the both of them to work on, so that Vandros could learn the trade first-hand, and so they'd have a way to take vacations and such when they had enough money saved up again.
However, this plan was put on hold almost two years later, when his father met a tragic end at the end of some thug's knife. From what Vandros was led to believe, the thug had demanded all of the credits his father had on him and, when his father refused, the thug decided to take it by force and leave his father for dead. This, of course, shattered both Vandros and his mother, leaving them both racked with grief for a very long time. In light of this, Vandros began training himself to use blasters, in the event that he had to defend himself in a similar situation someday. In this time, Vandros also took up smoking to help ease the pain of depression. The freighter went unfinished for several years, while Vandros turned his attention to his job in the ship factory where he'd worked alongside his parents.
It wasn't until several years later that a wanderlust began to creep up in Vandros, a need to escape from the horrible emotions that the city-life was beginning to bring up in him. He finally found the inspiration he needed to continue working on the freighter, and after many many long months spent underneath, inside, on top of, and all around the vessel, it was finally space-worthy. He named it The Virtue to honor all the things his father had taught him over the years.
Bidding farewell to his mother, thanking her for all of the support and love and encouragement she'd given him over the many years of his life, Vandros finally left Corellia behind, and any negative memories associated with the planet - although, the memory of his father's murder he still carries with him to this day.
These days, Vandros makes his living by using his freighter for its intended purpose - hauling cargo across the galaxy for individual clients. Sometimes he also offers a taxi service to clients, taking people from one place to another, for a modest price, and sometimes offers both services at the same time. He has also since curbed his addiction to smoking, having found that most clients find it either disreputable or unpleasant. That said, he still finds this life enjoyable and rewarding in its own way, though he's always seeking new adventures to take part in.
RP Sample: "Alright, so that'll be one-thousand credits up-front and another two-thousand for the completion of the delivery, and you can have your men load the cargo at hangar G-9. Does that sound acceptable? Vandros asked the man, as he looked up from the datapad that contained all the details for his latest delivery job. The man gave a curt nod of approval and handed over the aforementioned credits, then bid Vandros farewell, which Vandros himself reciprocated and thanked the man for his business.
Smiling, Vandros shut down the datapad and slipped it into one of his jacket's many pockets, along with the credit chip, and turned on his heel to begin making his way toward the cantina just on the other side of the space station's plaza. No reason he couldn't take a little time for himself before starting his delivery, socialize a little bit. Especially since he was going to be by himself for the entirety of this delivery job, which was going to last at least a week on the best of conditions.
Walking into the cantina, he waved at a few strangers happily, though most of them shrugged him off, not wanting to be bothered. Only one returned his wave, and even then it looked forced. Why didn't people ever want to make friends anymore? These thoughts left his mind as he made his way up to the bar and took a seat, sliding a credit chip across its illuminated surface. "I'll have a Rabid Gundark," he said casually, giving the bartender a small nod, before watching the man walk away to prepare his drink.
Vandros hummed a small tune to himself as he waited patiently for the man to come back with his drink. His brown eyes traveled around the bar, taking in all of the characters present. A few Rodians, a Twi'lek, a couple of Zabraks here and there. Nothing too interesting, at any rate. It seemed no one was interested in talking, which was a pity - he was really looking forward to some social interaction before his long trip. Ah well, he'd find a good drinking partner in his drink, he was sure. And as if right on cue, the bartender came back and set the cold beverage down in front of him, giving him a curt nod before walking off to tend to some other patrons.
Vandros took the glass in his hand and raised it up to his lips, the mixed sensation of smoothness and burning from the alcohol delighting his taste buds and stomach alike as it slid down his throat. With a sigh of refreshment, he set the glass back down with a smile spreading across his lips. "That's always good stuff," he said to himself, then smirked and jokingly added, "Sure is, isn't it?" He shrugged and decided if he couldn't talk to anyone else, he might as well talk to himself. This, of course, garnered a few strange looks from the other patrons, but he paid them no mind. He would have someone to talk to before his trip, even if it was himself.
After finishing his drink and having a pleasant conversation, with himself, Vandros stood and tossed another credit chip onto the bar, a tip for the bartender. He stretched his torso, then turned on his heel and made his way out of the bar and back to the hangars. He looked up at his freighter with bright eyes and a warm smile, pride swelling in his heart at its simplistic beauty, before walking over to the landing leg closest to the boarding ramp and swiping his thumb across the keypad there to lower the ramp.
Boarding the vessel, he went to the cargo hold to make sure his client's men had loaded everything properly as instructed - they had - then made his way to the cockpit to begin his next journey. Sliding into the captain's chair, he input the security codes and ignition codes - both of which he had installed so no one would fly away with he and his father's years of work - and waited for the vessel to power up. After making all of the necessary pre-flight checks to make sure everything was in working order, the ship lifted off of the ground and retracted its landing feet, then turned and finally made its way out of the hangar, before rocketing off into the stars toward its next destination.
