Post by Dani on Sept 2, 2019 12:53:15 GMT -5
  Full Name • Divarne Race • Mirialan Birthplace • Ziost Age • 36 Gender • Male Sexuality • Pansexual Faction • Fringe Concept • A far-too-lucky pretty boy smuggler who is perpetually broke but manages to live like he’s rich, and stays far away from Imperial space no matter what the pay is. Languages • Basic, Binary, Huttese Assets • ‘Sunshine’ and ‘Daisy’ - A pair of Balmorran hand cannons kept at his sides at all times. ‘Nova’, a XS Stock Light Freighter – His job security and home, basically. Outfitted with Armek Ship Armor, Seinar Systems Beam Charger, Quellegh Industrial Energy Shield, and Hoersch-Kessel Shield Regenerator. 2U – An Imperial astromech droid Divarne saved from destruction. 2U acts as his copilot. Numerous belts carrying grenades, explosive charges, electric shock devices, medpacks, stims, and various throw-able weapons. Probably twenty different leather jackets. Appearance Height & Weight • 6’3”, 150lbs Overall Looks • Tall, lanky, and always wearing a leather jacket, Divarne seems at ease wherever he is. His bright yellow eyes stand out on a green heart-shaped face, accented by his tattoos – which are usually of cultural significance, but Divarne could care less about what he’s achieved, he just think they look neat. Plus, his father started giving to them when he was a teenager, so having them asymmetrical would mess up his face, and we can’t have that. He left the rest of his body free of tattoos, though, the only modification to be found being a small hoop earring in his left ear, which he doesn’t always wear. Considering how long he spends on his hair in the morning, that could almost be considered a modification – you know he’s really in a rush when his hair isn’t in place. He rarely wears armor, even if he knows he should in his line of work – his leather jackets work just fine, and with enough belts to carry different grenades, medpacks, and stims, he’s pretty sure he’s covered. His casual wear isn’t much different to his ‘business’ wear, really, save for maybe tighter pants and lack of undershirt – he likes to show off. Personality Profile Divarne always come off as incredibly friendly and sociable, being the type to start conversations at the cantina with complete strangers if he thinks they look interesting...or, more likely, attractive. He’s unashamed in his pursuit for romance, and isn’t afraid to flirt with just about anybody, really. Luckily he doesn’t push boundaries, and if asked to stop he will. He has a good sense of humor about everything, and will probably poke fun at himself if you reject him, but that’s about it. He comes off as confident – too much so, for most people’s taste. Divarne is pretty sure good luck can carry him through anything, and if that fails, his good looks can. His propensity for bullshit has carried him through some pretty dangerous waters before, so he’s always pretty sure it can get him through anything. His ego can be grating, however, and can still get him in trouble. Even when things do go south, he doesn’t take it seriously enough – he’s always sure he can get through, even if by the skin of his teeth. One of his biggest aspects, however, is the fact that he’s a huge softie – he stops to help people, even at the risk of being late for a job. Any jobs he’s done that he thinks may have had casualties, he’ll end up trying to help anyone hurt by it (sometimes ending up spending all the money he made on the job, but he’s not too bothered). He’s probably way too soft for his job, but it’s the only thing he knows so he gets by. His ship may have missed a repair or two because of of it, but it still flies. Background Father • Levo, 42, Imperial Smuggler (Deceased) Mother • Livarya, 39, Sith (Deceased) Siblings • None Other Important Connections • None Yet Overall History • An only child that was a result of a fling, and only kept due to Livarya liking the idea of an heir she could mold. Despite Livarya wanting him as her heir, he was foisted off on his father the moment he was born – she was a Sith, after all, she had better things to do. But he was still kept in close proximity to her, and had regular visits – Levo worked for the Sith lord that was Livarya’s master (which is how they met in the first place), so they all lived out of the same estate. For a good chunk of his early life, however, Divarne lived off his dad’s ship. His father was assigned to steal artifacts from sites all over the Galaxy, and he would spend months in space gathering them, with Divarne with him the whole time, being taught how to pilot the ship almost as soon as he could reach the controls from his dad’s lap. He went on almost every trip, learning the ins and out of ship maintenance as he went, though occasionally his mother would demand him to stay home. This usually meant being poked and prodded to see if he was Force sensitive, or being given lectures on how to ensure you were the most feared in the room. There was even one time, when he was about ten, when his mother carried him along into an interrogation she was performing, and to say Divarne got sick from it is an understatement. This was the ongoing pattern until he was fifteen. He and his father had had a run of bad luck on an important retrieval mission, and the whole ride home was tense – the last few missions for them had been partial successes at best, and the pressure had been on. They had debated just escaping, but his father had decided against it, pointing out that it would be worse when they were found. They got home and relayed their bad news, and it first it seemed to go over fairly. Then his father was ran through with a lightsaber. Divarne hadn’t even been given time to react before it was turned on him, but his mother had stepped up, told her master that she would owe him if he didn’t kill her son. The Sith had hesitated, before sheathing his blade. To be perfectly honest, Divarne had been disappointing, because he didn’t know if he could survive without his dad. While his life after that technically ‘upgraded’ - he was moved into a suite across from his mothers, one that was serviced by the estate’s slaves – all he could think about how badly he missed the ship and the people on it. It was even worse that now, with no ‘job’ to occupy his mind, his father’s loss was a deafening roar in his head. He rarely left his room after that, only doing so when his mother dragged him out to try and mold him into what she wanted. Time blurred together for a couple years, and to this day he’s still not sure what he did during that time. Even when his mother was killed a few months after he turned seventeen, it only shook him up a little. He didn’t even know how she died, he was just told the news one day by her master that she was gone, and that he;’d better expect to work to stay there without her there to coddle him. Hoping he could at least get something back, he offered to take his father’s job – after all, he had been on every job and knew how to take care of a ship. He didn’t quite get the job – but he got put on one of the Sith lord’s smuggling ships to get his foot in the door. By that point he had resigned himself to dying young. Even when his new captain taught him how to use a blaster, he knew it wouldn’t stop it. He carried on through life on autopilot, just doing what he needed to see it one more day. What finally woke him up was the day he came home to discover the estate’s slaves had revolted, and were actually holding a good chunk of the estate. He’d been friends with several of the estate slaves, and was amazed to find all of them alive and fighting. This sparked a hope in him that maybe he could get out of here, too. Eventually the slave revolt was put down, but not before most of them escaped. Divarne started planning after this. Observing guard rotations. Teaching himself slicing so he could shut down the AA turrets. Stealing a few small things from the armory and learning how to make his own detonators. Working in his aim and deciding to pick up a second blaster top double his chances. Knew he would need someone else to help him pilot the ship he planned to steal, so managed to save an astromech designated UU-24 from being melted down and kept it stashed in a rarely used storage room. He was twenty when he was finally ready to launch his one man assault. He and 2U managed to rip through the unsuspecting guards almost too easily, with the astromech making turning off the estate defenses even easier. Its had been two years since the revolt, after all, and no one had expected anything insubordinate so soon. Undoubtedly he couldn’t have done it without 2U, though – he suspected the astromech was keen on getting back at the people who branded him an unsuccessful unit and were going to melt him down. Within an hour the two of them had the estate in complete chaos, and managed to steal the Sith lord’s personal starship, with a good number of relics and all his personal information stored there ripe and ready to be traded off as soon as they hit Republic space. It had not been a smooth flight, admittedly, as they had gotten the AA cannons back online while they had still been in range, but Divarne and 2U managed to duct tape the ship together so it could at least limp through one hyperspace jump. He made sure to broadcast he was a friendly when he hit Republic space, though he was immediately put under heavy guard with every single cannon pointed at him as he docked at a space station. Having a military escort was exciting, and it took a while to convince them of his story (it was a good six or seven hour interrogation), but eventually, the Republic offered him amnesty. Unfortunately they took the ship and everything on it, but he was given a ride to Coruscant where he’d be safe, and basic living quarters. He had managed to keep his hands on 2U, after his databanks had been copied, because apparently the little guy did have a defect that would make refurbishing him for their use pointless – Divarne didn’t know what was wrong with the astromech, but he was thankful for it, because the little guy had saved his life at least ten times during their escape. Life was rough for a while, taking odd jobs nobody wanted (leaning towards smuggling gigs, as it was what he was used to), and he fell in as a regular freelancer for a few gangs. This did not make him popular with the Republic, who had taken him in in good faith. Despite being thankful to them, Divarne felt no loyalty to the Republic – even before he fell in with the ‘wrong crowd’, he was treated pretty shitty, his accent telling everyone where he came from and informing them how to treat him. But the gangs didn’t care where he came from – only that he got shit done. The longer he worked for them, the bigger jobs they gave him, and the better pay. He just wanted to save up enough to buy his own starship. Everything fell into place for him when he was twenty-six, and an SIS agent approached him, and informed him that they were rewarding him with a decent amount of credits for all the information his stolen ship had given them. Apparently, the ship had had artifacts the Jedi had been able to study, and the logs in the ship had led to the capture of the Sith lord he ran from, as well as several of his cohorts. It hadn’t been an astounding amount of credits, but it had been enough that, when coupled with what he saved, that he could buy is own ship finally. His gang contacts ended up with huge jobs for him after this (though he politely declined the ones that led into Imperial space, because after being the cause of several captures, he didn’t want to know how wanted he was there), which led him all over and gathering even more contacts and even more jobs that needed a freighter. With the credits from those jobs he took to upgrading his ship to have the hidden compartments it needed to carry out these jobs. This settled into a nice rhythm if being able to upgrade his ship to be more livable and survivable over the next few years. Divarne found himself becoming pickier about the jobs he took as time went on. He had seen enough cruelty in the Empire, and felt like he should do his best to make sure he didn’t cause any suffering like that. He started to gain a reputation as a goodie-two-shoes, which, admittedly, cut into his job offers. Luckily, he was also damn good at his job, so there were still enough to pay for his fuel, food, and repairs, and that was all that mattered. He also had a constant stream of interesting passengers who needed fast and subtle transport, leading him to have strange friends all over. But majority of the time, it was juts him and 2U. He still has a lukewarm relationship with the Republic, and even gets job offers from them on a regular basis, but he doesn’t really like being tagged as officially ‘anything’ - he’s had enough of that. |
