Post by Moonfire on Oct 2, 2019 23:56:45 GMT -5
 Oberyn Starr Full Name • Oberyn Starr Nickname • Obie Race • Arkanian Offshoot Birthplace • Hutta Age • 24 Gender • Male Sexuality • bisexual Faction • Fringe Concept • Sulky Weaponsmith Languages • Basic, Huttese, Droidspeak Assets • Spare blasterparts salvaged from his old lab on Nar Shaddaa. PK13; a remote-droid with a fondness for bad poetry. Appearance Face Claim • Max Krieger Height & Weight • 6ft, 165lb Overall Looks • Tall and slim, Oberyn gives the distinct impression of being perpetually off balance. Limbs don't fit with his large hands and feet making him seem more like a pup who hasn't quite grown into his paws. The potential to be much larger strength wise than his equally slender brother is there, if he only took the time to actually build his physique instead of pouring over the gears and gizmos that have so enamored him. Wiry, small muscles work their way across his arms and legs from his short stint as a cartel goon, a profession he does not miss. Oberyn's hair is a soft, cornsilk blonde shiny and incredibly straight in the light as it flops almost comically into his baby blue eyes. His skin, pale and nearly translucent in bright light shows only a few freckled blemishes across the tops of his arms helps to distinguish him from full-blooded Arkanians and Echani. The set of his lips marked by a single hoop and the furrow of his brow gives Oberyn a perpetual look of boredom, only when doing something he truly enjoys does he animate, his expression shifting from snarky annoyance to rapid, fast-paced joy. These moments though are few and far between since losing his gig as Cerbozz's personal weaponsmith. Clothing wise Oberyn tends to steer more towards aesthetics than comfort. He likes shinies and little bits of flair in his outfit, even if he'd wildly protest otherwise if confronted. Sharp angles and well-tailored clothes in light colors matched with whatever blaster or slugthrower he's testing out that week helps Obie carry himself with far more swagger than deserved. Personality Profile Snarky, secretive and a bit of a brat Oberyn keeps most people at arm’s length. This isn't to say that he lacks social skills, trailing after a womanizer has left Obie quite capable of charm, he simply prefers sass to honeyed pleasantries. World-weary already he lacks much of the jovial positivity of his fellow fringers knowing that he's only good as his usefulness to people. Because of this, Oberyn quietly tries to make himself useful in any situation and is willing to work nearly any job if it'll set him up with new connections or new opportunities to do business. The hustle is real. In the last few years, he enjoyed a cushy position working for a Hutt, a position he more than enjoyed. In the wake of the Archeri and losing touch with his brother the chip on Oberyn's shoulder has only increased as he refuses to consider himself a refugee. Just a guy that needs a job, so get out of his way. In the company of friends though Oberyn can be much more than his snide attitude, picking fun and lying for recreation before falling into old past times of drinking and gambling. With a couple of drinks in him, Obie loosens up launching into animated stories and bragging wildly before someone settles him down or he wins enough bets to duck out peacefully. On the off occasion, Obie has to fight he does so with little style or grace, usually hoisting whatever experimental prototype or vintage blaster he's tinkering with this week and hoping the damn thing doesn't explode. Background Father • Cristoph Starr, merchant deceased. Mother • Neri Starr, custodial staff deceased. Siblings • Cristo Starr, 31 missing post-Archeri, presumed dead. Other Important Connections • Overall History • Born on Hutta to Cristoph and Neri Starr, Oberyn much like his older brother was an unexpected child. Former slaves to Nemu the Hutt the couple were able to arrange for their freedom by buying out their slave contracts from Nemu. It took years of hard work and the pledge of a local merchant with ties to the Smuggler's Moon, but the pair had finally found their freedom. What didn't have though was a means to escape the crushing poverty of Nal Hutta. Cristoph's contract with the local merchant kept him working planetside for a pittance, while Neri moved from being forced to clean a Hutt's elegant palace to begging various businesses and residents to pay her for the service. They had traded, unfortunately, traded one form of servitude for another, a not all too unfamiliar tale. Born seven years after his brother, Oberyn was a surprise. Another mouth to feed on a polluted planet to a struggling family it was impressed upon him from a young age to pull his weight. Whether it be to assist his brother in chores at home or helping his mom scrub the neighbor's kitchen floor, Oberyn learned early on that you needed to work to live. At the age of 7 his parents, in the wrong place at the wrong time, both were killed in an act of cartel violence. A bomb exploded in the market-corner his father kept shop, his mother delivering his lunch was an unfortunate casualty. The task of survival and raising Oberyn fell to Cristo, his older brother. Cristo, barely 14, went about the task of trying to be brother, teenager, and provider all in one. He quickly found work for Nemu, joining the cartel's criminal interests out of necessity as he arranged for Oberyn and himself to rent a room from a neighbor. As time passed Oberyn, feeling the weight of Cristo's burden, took on jobs of his own. By age 16 Obie had spent the better part of a year as a cartel thug with little love or humor for the job. It was through Cristo's rising ranks in Nemu's retinue that he eventually found Sergei Lysander, an aged weaponsmith specializing in curious and experimental blasters. Cristo, happy to get his younger brother off the front-lines arranged an apprenticeship of sort. Obie found the work stimulating in a way little else had been before. Creating something with his hands, puzzling over problems, impressing others with his ingenuity. It was a comfortable life, even, especially after Cerbozz the Hutt made a deal with Nemu to transfer the brother's contracts in a bid for power and favor with the rival hutt. Three years came and went as Cerbozz's personal weaponsmith, eeking out a comfortable and cushy living on Nar Shaddaa for the first time in Oberyn's life-- Until the Archeri's invasion. With the fall of Hutta, the death of Cerbozz and the battle for Nar Shaddaa the Starr brothers found themselves in a galaxy up-ended. Promising to meet in Republic space, far away from the plague, shattered hutt infrastructure, and the Chorus' path of destruction Oberyn and Cristo went their separate ways. Six months have passed now and Oberyn has found himself taking odd job after odd job across Republic space, still waiting for word from Cristo. |
