Post by Mara on Dec 8, 2008 19:37:15 GMT -5
Name: Ean (Sten) Stenner [pron.: EE'an STENN'er]
Race: Human
Age: 34
Gender: male
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 210 pounds
Birth place: Tyrena, Corellia
Appearance: At first glance Ean looks imposing. He is tall and fairly muscled with short-cropped brown hair and dark brown eyes. Usually wears casual clothing that gives him room to "work" such as trousers tucked into his black nerf-hide boots and a loose tunic sometimes covered by a simple vest or nerf-leather jacket. Additionally wears holster belt that carries his trusty heavy blaster pistol ; other weapons are hidden among his person.
Personality: Ean doesn't really offer much of a personality on the surface, but if you get to know him, and he lets you under his protective shell, he is fairly easy to get on with.
Profession: Bounty hunter
Previous profession(s): Bodyguard, hitman
Skills: Ean is trained in various martial arts. Equally good with long-range and short-range firearms. Can make a food processor sing (excellent cook, to his opinion).
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 7
Intelligence: 3
Speed: 4
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 6
Alignment: 0
Ship: Heleen's Hope (formerly the Trailblazer)
[link to ship app thread]
Bio:
The Stenners were not overly joyful when their fourth son was born to them. Already with three young sons to feed besides themselves, credits were getting pinched tight. Not to mean they despised their son, Ean. The Stenners were a loving family; they just could only share their love within the confines of Tiron Stenner's small paycheck from a nearby component factory within Tyrena, Corellia. Heleen, his wife, tried to supplement it when she could by selling the small pieces of jewelry she would create in what spare time she had. The six lived in a small 2-bedroom apartment in one of the poorer districts within the city.
By the time Ean had come along, his brothers were already of an age for attending school; however, they could only be sent to the large public schooling association where the education was meager at best. Even though, the three boys seemed to thrive in school, passing all their classes, some of the time in the top percentile. These small tidings always brought a smile to Heleen's face. Her sons' continuing education was the one bright spot in her and Tiron's lives. It almost made their living situation seem worth it, if their children could be at the same level as anyone in the city attending the public school system.
A few years later when Ean was old enough to attend school himself, this beacon of hope dimmed for Heleen. From early on it was clear that Ean would not receive the same high grades and standards his three oldest brothers would. While they were not scholars themselves, Ean was struggling to keep his grades just below average, even with his mother helping where she could.
Instead of loving school, the young boy Ean began to dread going to the dark old building to mingle with other beings his old age. No matter how hard he tried, how he tried to wrap his mind around various problems, he just could not understand more than the simplest of things.
A feeling of dejection and his failing grades made Ean, even at a young age, feel anger. He started taking out his frustration on other kids, getting involved in fights, and usually taking on the smarter kids in his class, whether they taunted him or not. Soon, his mother and father were getting calls from the school, asking them to do something about their son or he would be expelled.
Desperate to keep him in this school, the only one they could afford to send him to, Ean's parents talked to him about bullying and why it was wrong. Heleen doubled her efforts, even enlisting the help of her other sons, in tutoring Ean, trying to get him to gain his confidence back.
However, it was all for naught, as a 13-year-old Ean was expelled from his school. This made him feel all the worse, because even though he hated school, his older brothers were still there, passing all their classes with flying colors. Ean felt worthless and stupid. He spent the next few years of his life at home, helping out his mother with chores, as he was still too young to join his father at the factory. Though his chores were repetitive, he grew to more than tolerate them, feeling that he had a sense of purpose in his life, finally. His brothers may get to go to school and learn, but Ean felt he was actually getting to do something, instead of sitting around taking in useless facts and knowledge. These menial tasks held meaning for him.
One of his favorite times when was his mother would teach him some cooking basics in the kitchen. Poor and without a processor, they had to make everything from scratch, unable to afford the more convenient food packs. As he got older, his presence in the small kitchen apartment increased, especially after her mother took ill just after his 16th birthday. The cooking fell entirely on his shoulders and his family enjoyed some of the best food they had ever tasted. Ean had taken his mother's instructions and recipes and tweaked them with their meager supplies, giving their meals more flavor. Even in her failing state, Ean's mother loved his food. And it was one thing his brothers would not tease him about. As long as he could cook as he was, they wouldn't bother him about their school and his failed education. Through cooking, Ean found peace.
A year later his mother passed, leaving the Ean with only his father and younger brother, as his oldest two brothers had passed school and gotten scholarships to the community university in Tyrena. Even so, Ean got a job at the factory to supplement his father's income to support his brothers' education. His father was getting old himself and would not be able to continue on much longer himself.
Ean once more grew cranky with himself, stuck in a dead-end factory job and little time left for him to enjoy cooking for his family. The repetition at the factory was not soothing and purpose-filled for him as his chores used to be a few years past. He was feeling more and more unfilled in his life.
To fill the void that once cooking had and to try to quell his anger and frustration, Ean took to working at the local gym, beating up himself, so he wouldn't take his rage out on others. He built up his body, gaining muscle and strength, supplemented by the workouts he got from his stint at the factory. His days became more and more routine: Get up, go to work, go to the gym, quick dinner for his father and youngest brother and himself, back to bed. Over and over again. But Ean had no other choice; no one else would hire someone without a completed education. A dummy like him could only work at a factory.
That all changed one day a couple of years later when a human man who identified himself as Quian Lobb discovered a 19-year-old Ean working out at the gym one day. He spoke to Ean about his new company that was training bodyguards for the rich and famous in Coronet City. There was unrest in the city and some of the politicians and other important figures were fearing for their lives. Mr Lobb was finding qualified young men to train up to fill all of these positions that were popping up. Quian Lobb explained that first candidates would have to endure a series of classes and tests, mostly dealing with defending their charges. When he brought up the tests, Ean shied away until Lobb clarified that nothing was written; it was all oral or demonstrative.
That night Ean went home to think about Quian Lobb's offer and to discuss it with his father. Though he was a grown man by now, he still wanted his father's opinion about the possibility of him leaving the small apartment and his family behind. With his mother gone and his older brothers all either in universities around the planet or in better jobs, his ailing father would be all alone if Ean left for Coronet City to join up with Mr Lobb. Deep into the night they talked and finally came to decision: Ean would leave and train in various arts and become a bodyguard. Never much of a prideful man, Tiron Stenner wanted the best for his children, which meant better lives than he himself had led. He knew that even Ean deserved a better life than slaving away in a factory and living in the slums of Tyrena. And this new opportunity would give his youngest son a chance to make something of himself, despite his lack of education and intelligence.
So Ean packed his bags with what possessions he could call his own and met up with Quian Lobb at the Tyrena spaceport to travel across the planet to Coronet City. He would miss his father and his family, but he would not miss the factory he had been working in the past couple of years. His father had mentioned that now he had a chance to find some purpose in his life, which he hadn't felt since he was a teen, cooking beside his mother. Perhaps now he could finally find his place in society.
Months later Ean Stenner found himself immersed in all of his bodyguard training. He took classes to learn various forms of martial arts from around the galaxy, firearm training to shoot short- and long-range weapons, along with other forms of self-defense he would need to defend his charges, whomever they may be. Despite his earlier shortcomings with other forms of education, Ean thrived in this more base form of learning, getting in touch with his animal side. He easily rose to the top of his classes, able to beat any one of his classmates and sometimes a teacher or two.
At the age of 21 he was considered graduated and ready and was assigned a charge: Polis Nanchon, an aging CEO for a big Corellian company. To fully do his job, Ean moved in with the Nanchon and his wife into their large and luxurious sky-rise penthouse suite in the center of Coronet City. He followed Polis wherever he went, from work to his social activities, to business deals and at home. His job was almost effortless as Polis, to Ean, seemed just a bit paranoid about his status and importance on Corellia and throughout the galaxy, and so it was easy to keep track of the old businessman. He kept his appearance discrete, as was wanted by Polis. Ean watched him continually, never having to do more than check his meals from time to time for poison. Of which, all were perfectly clean. Though watching the paranoid old man was boring, Ean enjoyed it because he finally felt he had some purpose again. However, after a couple of years, Polis Nanchon fell ill and later died of natural causes. With no need to keep him on for herself, his wife let Ean go, and he returned to Lobb's company for reassignment, having thoroughly enjoyed his first bodyguarding experience. He would remain in contact over the next decade with Mrs Nanchon, staying friends.
Ean's next assignment wasn't quite so enjoyable for him, though. Keeping with the paranoia of the day, a local Coronet City politician who was campaigning for a senatorial seat, hired Ean to watch his daughter whom he feared for. Politics on Corellia could fall dirty at times. He already had a bodyguard for himself and his wife but felt a younger one, Ean was now 23, might satisfy the energetic antics of his 11-year-old daughter Ternia. As much as the young girl loved Ean, he hated her twice as much. Even though he was the youngest of his family, he had always thought himself friendly with children until he met this Senator-to-be's spoiled brat. Sometimes he felt he was more like Ternia's maid or servant, than a powerful man, knowledgeable in all forms of weaponry supposed to guard her. He followed her to school, hung out in shadows when she played with her friends. Fetched her slippers, ate the vegetables she didn't like. And it went on and on and on. His previous assignment had been repetitive as well, but guarding Ternia was a whole new form of pain and suffering. He wanted to ask Quian Lobb for a transfer but knew that doing so would put a permanent spot on his record, so he stayed and enduring through the little girl's petty tirades and demands for the next few years.
Happily, after two unsuccessful runs, Ternia's father finally got elected to the Senate, and the family would be moving to Coruscant. The Senator had the option to keep Ean on, but he had decided to hire some locals on Coruscant to take care of himself and his family. Ean tried not to look too overjoyed when the 15-year-old Ternia hugged and kissed him good-bye, saying how much she loved him and would miss him. He tried to say the appropriate things in response and watched the family leave. With a little bounce in his step, he left their home to return to Lobb's facility. Ean was surprised to find out that Quian Lobb was packing up shop. He mumbled something about bankruptcy and unpaid bills and some other nonsense Ean didn't understand. But the one thing he did understand was that at 27 years old, he didn't have a job or anyplace to belong to. He did have his wages that he had amassed over the years from his two charges, which added up to quite a sum of money. With his money and his few meager belongings, he headed to Coronet City spaceport, not sure where life was gonna leave him. He knew that he couldn't go home to Tyrena; his father would be so disappointed to him. And so even after he no longer worked for Lobb, he kept sending credits along to his father to maintain the charade.
Later that year, Ean found himself on Nar Shaddaa answering an ad from the HoloNet he had come across for "some type of muscle to send a message to an employee." He thought it would be easy, just going to someone's apartment and delivering a flimsi letter, even though he had to travel from Corellia to Nar Shaddaa to do it. But when he got there, he found he was sorely mistaken. With no time to back out of his agreement, he took the unmarked blaster given to him by his employer--whom he never met; he communicated through his other employees to Ean--and visited the offending man's home to put a blaster bolt behind his eyes. The man never saw it coming, nor saw Ean. For that, Ean was glad. He never thought of himself as a very virtuous man but never thought he was unkind, either. But a job was a job. And after his fourth or fifth "message," he was becoming dull to his assignments, and even becoming accustomed to receiving a message by commlink or datapad about a new employee who was dissatisfying his employer. Ean was even finding new and creative ways to deliver this messages, never doing it the same way twice. This was more to keep himself entertained, not for any reason he thought he needed to cover his tracks.
Over the next couple of years, the reputation of Ean Stenner preceded him and he began taking on even more important jobs, jobs that paid him even more handsomely. It was becoming to the point where Ean had so much money he didn't know what to do with, so he just kept it in his account, amassing it. He left his current employee to take on a posted bounty that was too enticing to give up. Reluctantly, and with his life in his hands yet, Ean was let go to pursue this offer.
Ean had never thought of himself becoming a bounty hunter, but that was exactly what he was now, coming up on three decades of life. His mind rationalized that he was doing society a favor by catching this degenerates and misbehaving criminals so that they could be put away for good. Without having ever gained the skill of piloting, Ean took public transportation all around the galaxy trailing his various bounties. He used his wealth of credits to good use, buying up various weapons, mostly small concealable ones he could carry with him but with a few he carried in a small luggage case along with his few belongings. Even though his father still thought him in Coronet, Ean continued to send him credits just as he used to.
His most recent bounty took him all the way to Ryloth. But just when he had lined up a good disabling shot with his sniper rifle, the quarry moved, and he couldn't catch up with him until the closest spaceport, when he left in an old freighter. Not to be disappointed, he tried to calculate where the beingmight be headed due to his history and contacts, and Ean got it right on the third try. He headed to Concord Dawn, hoping that his prey would still be there. Luck was with Ean and he tracked down the being. Despite the almost year-long tracking of him, the man was easily taken down and delivered to authorities. Sometimes, you just couldn't tell with Sullustans.
Ean is now spending some relaxing time on Concord Dawn, his muscular and rough appearance letting him blend in with some of the unarmored Mandalorians who were everywhere. Even so, he tried to remain anonymous, not wishing to get into a fight he wasn't sure even he could win. He sent some credits his father's way and saved up the rest, not sure where the next bounty would take him. So he bought a few days at a local hotel to wait for the next opportunity.
[See Ean's Databank thread for more of his continued adventures.]
RP Sample:
She was at it again. That spoiled little brat Ternia had called him to her room for what seemed the eightieth time that morning. Whatever she could want not, completely escaped his memory. She already had all she could want already in her room, didn't she? But then again, he didn't really understand early teen girls.
Repressing a sigh, he knocked on her door. With a squeal, Ternia let Ean in, immediately pressing a plush bantha into his arms, babbling on and on about some play or show or something. Then it dawned on him finally; she wanted him to be in a play she was creating, starring him and her stuffed animals. He went along with it, reminding himself all the while that he was being paid good money for this and that he was trained to do this. There was no knowing when someone might want to bring an attack on Ternia because of what her father was trying to accomplish politically.
Hours later he excused him, after making sure she was okay. He wouldn't go far; his room was right next to hers, with an emergency door connecting the two. Ean had set up some simple detection devices so that he didn't have to be with her in her room all day, all night. Especially since her mother was worried she would get attached to the older man in a way that was more than platonic.
He checked his sensors one more time before settling into bed. Ean was just asleep when he heard a scream coming from next door. Immediately awake, he grabbed a club he kept by the secret door and burst through. Ternia screamed again when he surprised her rushing into her bedroom. Ean quickly looked around and seeing no one, flicked on the lights. "What happened? Was someone here?" he asked in his gruff but kind voice.
"No, no... I-I just thought I saw a bug on my pillow. But it was only a shadow." She giggled shyly. "I'm sorry for waking you."
Ean tried not to get angry and merely told her good night once again and left back through the secret door to his own bed. Girls, he grumbled.
Race: Human
Age: 34
Gender: male
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 210 pounds
Birth place: Tyrena, Corellia
Appearance: At first glance Ean looks imposing. He is tall and fairly muscled with short-cropped brown hair and dark brown eyes. Usually wears casual clothing that gives him room to "work" such as trousers tucked into his black nerf-hide boots and a loose tunic sometimes covered by a simple vest or nerf-leather jacket. Additionally wears holster belt that carries his trusty heavy blaster pistol ; other weapons are hidden among his person.
Personality: Ean doesn't really offer much of a personality on the surface, but if you get to know him, and he lets you under his protective shell, he is fairly easy to get on with.
Profession: Bounty hunter
Previous profession(s): Bodyguard, hitman
Skills: Ean is trained in various martial arts. Equally good with long-range and short-range firearms. Can make a food processor sing (excellent cook, to his opinion).
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 7
Intelligence: 3
Speed: 4
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 3
Ranged Weapons: 6
Alignment: 0
Ship: Heleen's Hope (formerly the Trailblazer)
[link to ship app thread]
Bio:
The Stenners were not overly joyful when their fourth son was born to them. Already with three young sons to feed besides themselves, credits were getting pinched tight. Not to mean they despised their son, Ean. The Stenners were a loving family; they just could only share their love within the confines of Tiron Stenner's small paycheck from a nearby component factory within Tyrena, Corellia. Heleen, his wife, tried to supplement it when she could by selling the small pieces of jewelry she would create in what spare time she had. The six lived in a small 2-bedroom apartment in one of the poorer districts within the city.
By the time Ean had come along, his brothers were already of an age for attending school; however, they could only be sent to the large public schooling association where the education was meager at best. Even though, the three boys seemed to thrive in school, passing all their classes, some of the time in the top percentile. These small tidings always brought a smile to Heleen's face. Her sons' continuing education was the one bright spot in her and Tiron's lives. It almost made their living situation seem worth it, if their children could be at the same level as anyone in the city attending the public school system.
A few years later when Ean was old enough to attend school himself, this beacon of hope dimmed for Heleen. From early on it was clear that Ean would not receive the same high grades and standards his three oldest brothers would. While they were not scholars themselves, Ean was struggling to keep his grades just below average, even with his mother helping where she could.
Instead of loving school, the young boy Ean began to dread going to the dark old building to mingle with other beings his old age. No matter how hard he tried, how he tried to wrap his mind around various problems, he just could not understand more than the simplest of things.
A feeling of dejection and his failing grades made Ean, even at a young age, feel anger. He started taking out his frustration on other kids, getting involved in fights, and usually taking on the smarter kids in his class, whether they taunted him or not. Soon, his mother and father were getting calls from the school, asking them to do something about their son or he would be expelled.
Desperate to keep him in this school, the only one they could afford to send him to, Ean's parents talked to him about bullying and why it was wrong. Heleen doubled her efforts, even enlisting the help of her other sons, in tutoring Ean, trying to get him to gain his confidence back.
However, it was all for naught, as a 13-year-old Ean was expelled from his school. This made him feel all the worse, because even though he hated school, his older brothers were still there, passing all their classes with flying colors. Ean felt worthless and stupid. He spent the next few years of his life at home, helping out his mother with chores, as he was still too young to join his father at the factory. Though his chores were repetitive, he grew to more than tolerate them, feeling that he had a sense of purpose in his life, finally. His brothers may get to go to school and learn, but Ean felt he was actually getting to do something, instead of sitting around taking in useless facts and knowledge. These menial tasks held meaning for him.
One of his favorite times when was his mother would teach him some cooking basics in the kitchen. Poor and without a processor, they had to make everything from scratch, unable to afford the more convenient food packs. As he got older, his presence in the small kitchen apartment increased, especially after her mother took ill just after his 16th birthday. The cooking fell entirely on his shoulders and his family enjoyed some of the best food they had ever tasted. Ean had taken his mother's instructions and recipes and tweaked them with their meager supplies, giving their meals more flavor. Even in her failing state, Ean's mother loved his food. And it was one thing his brothers would not tease him about. As long as he could cook as he was, they wouldn't bother him about their school and his failed education. Through cooking, Ean found peace.
A year later his mother passed, leaving the Ean with only his father and younger brother, as his oldest two brothers had passed school and gotten scholarships to the community university in Tyrena. Even so, Ean got a job at the factory to supplement his father's income to support his brothers' education. His father was getting old himself and would not be able to continue on much longer himself.
Ean once more grew cranky with himself, stuck in a dead-end factory job and little time left for him to enjoy cooking for his family. The repetition at the factory was not soothing and purpose-filled for him as his chores used to be a few years past. He was feeling more and more unfilled in his life.
To fill the void that once cooking had and to try to quell his anger and frustration, Ean took to working at the local gym, beating up himself, so he wouldn't take his rage out on others. He built up his body, gaining muscle and strength, supplemented by the workouts he got from his stint at the factory. His days became more and more routine: Get up, go to work, go to the gym, quick dinner for his father and youngest brother and himself, back to bed. Over and over again. But Ean had no other choice; no one else would hire someone without a completed education. A dummy like him could only work at a factory.
That all changed one day a couple of years later when a human man who identified himself as Quian Lobb discovered a 19-year-old Ean working out at the gym one day. He spoke to Ean about his new company that was training bodyguards for the rich and famous in Coronet City. There was unrest in the city and some of the politicians and other important figures were fearing for their lives. Mr Lobb was finding qualified young men to train up to fill all of these positions that were popping up. Quian Lobb explained that first candidates would have to endure a series of classes and tests, mostly dealing with defending their charges. When he brought up the tests, Ean shied away until Lobb clarified that nothing was written; it was all oral or demonstrative.
That night Ean went home to think about Quian Lobb's offer and to discuss it with his father. Though he was a grown man by now, he still wanted his father's opinion about the possibility of him leaving the small apartment and his family behind. With his mother gone and his older brothers all either in universities around the planet or in better jobs, his ailing father would be all alone if Ean left for Coronet City to join up with Mr Lobb. Deep into the night they talked and finally came to decision: Ean would leave and train in various arts and become a bodyguard. Never much of a prideful man, Tiron Stenner wanted the best for his children, which meant better lives than he himself had led. He knew that even Ean deserved a better life than slaving away in a factory and living in the slums of Tyrena. And this new opportunity would give his youngest son a chance to make something of himself, despite his lack of education and intelligence.
So Ean packed his bags with what possessions he could call his own and met up with Quian Lobb at the Tyrena spaceport to travel across the planet to Coronet City. He would miss his father and his family, but he would not miss the factory he had been working in the past couple of years. His father had mentioned that now he had a chance to find some purpose in his life, which he hadn't felt since he was a teen, cooking beside his mother. Perhaps now he could finally find his place in society.
Months later Ean Stenner found himself immersed in all of his bodyguard training. He took classes to learn various forms of martial arts from around the galaxy, firearm training to shoot short- and long-range weapons, along with other forms of self-defense he would need to defend his charges, whomever they may be. Despite his earlier shortcomings with other forms of education, Ean thrived in this more base form of learning, getting in touch with his animal side. He easily rose to the top of his classes, able to beat any one of his classmates and sometimes a teacher or two.
At the age of 21 he was considered graduated and ready and was assigned a charge: Polis Nanchon, an aging CEO for a big Corellian company. To fully do his job, Ean moved in with the Nanchon and his wife into their large and luxurious sky-rise penthouse suite in the center of Coronet City. He followed Polis wherever he went, from work to his social activities, to business deals and at home. His job was almost effortless as Polis, to Ean, seemed just a bit paranoid about his status and importance on Corellia and throughout the galaxy, and so it was easy to keep track of the old businessman. He kept his appearance discrete, as was wanted by Polis. Ean watched him continually, never having to do more than check his meals from time to time for poison. Of which, all were perfectly clean. Though watching the paranoid old man was boring, Ean enjoyed it because he finally felt he had some purpose again. However, after a couple of years, Polis Nanchon fell ill and later died of natural causes. With no need to keep him on for herself, his wife let Ean go, and he returned to Lobb's company for reassignment, having thoroughly enjoyed his first bodyguarding experience. He would remain in contact over the next decade with Mrs Nanchon, staying friends.
Ean's next assignment wasn't quite so enjoyable for him, though. Keeping with the paranoia of the day, a local Coronet City politician who was campaigning for a senatorial seat, hired Ean to watch his daughter whom he feared for. Politics on Corellia could fall dirty at times. He already had a bodyguard for himself and his wife but felt a younger one, Ean was now 23, might satisfy the energetic antics of his 11-year-old daughter Ternia. As much as the young girl loved Ean, he hated her twice as much. Even though he was the youngest of his family, he had always thought himself friendly with children until he met this Senator-to-be's spoiled brat. Sometimes he felt he was more like Ternia's maid or servant, than a powerful man, knowledgeable in all forms of weaponry supposed to guard her. He followed her to school, hung out in shadows when she played with her friends. Fetched her slippers, ate the vegetables she didn't like. And it went on and on and on. His previous assignment had been repetitive as well, but guarding Ternia was a whole new form of pain and suffering. He wanted to ask Quian Lobb for a transfer but knew that doing so would put a permanent spot on his record, so he stayed and enduring through the little girl's petty tirades and demands for the next few years.
Happily, after two unsuccessful runs, Ternia's father finally got elected to the Senate, and the family would be moving to Coruscant. The Senator had the option to keep Ean on, but he had decided to hire some locals on Coruscant to take care of himself and his family. Ean tried not to look too overjoyed when the 15-year-old Ternia hugged and kissed him good-bye, saying how much she loved him and would miss him. He tried to say the appropriate things in response and watched the family leave. With a little bounce in his step, he left their home to return to Lobb's facility. Ean was surprised to find out that Quian Lobb was packing up shop. He mumbled something about bankruptcy and unpaid bills and some other nonsense Ean didn't understand. But the one thing he did understand was that at 27 years old, he didn't have a job or anyplace to belong to. He did have his wages that he had amassed over the years from his two charges, which added up to quite a sum of money. With his money and his few meager belongings, he headed to Coronet City spaceport, not sure where life was gonna leave him. He knew that he couldn't go home to Tyrena; his father would be so disappointed to him. And so even after he no longer worked for Lobb, he kept sending credits along to his father to maintain the charade.
Later that year, Ean found himself on Nar Shaddaa answering an ad from the HoloNet he had come across for "some type of muscle to send a message to an employee." He thought it would be easy, just going to someone's apartment and delivering a flimsi letter, even though he had to travel from Corellia to Nar Shaddaa to do it. But when he got there, he found he was sorely mistaken. With no time to back out of his agreement, he took the unmarked blaster given to him by his employer--whom he never met; he communicated through his other employees to Ean--and visited the offending man's home to put a blaster bolt behind his eyes. The man never saw it coming, nor saw Ean. For that, Ean was glad. He never thought of himself as a very virtuous man but never thought he was unkind, either. But a job was a job. And after his fourth or fifth "message," he was becoming dull to his assignments, and even becoming accustomed to receiving a message by commlink or datapad about a new employee who was dissatisfying his employer. Ean was even finding new and creative ways to deliver this messages, never doing it the same way twice. This was more to keep himself entertained, not for any reason he thought he needed to cover his tracks.
Over the next couple of years, the reputation of Ean Stenner preceded him and he began taking on even more important jobs, jobs that paid him even more handsomely. It was becoming to the point where Ean had so much money he didn't know what to do with, so he just kept it in his account, amassing it. He left his current employee to take on a posted bounty that was too enticing to give up. Reluctantly, and with his life in his hands yet, Ean was let go to pursue this offer.
Ean had never thought of himself becoming a bounty hunter, but that was exactly what he was now, coming up on three decades of life. His mind rationalized that he was doing society a favor by catching this degenerates and misbehaving criminals so that they could be put away for good. Without having ever gained the skill of piloting, Ean took public transportation all around the galaxy trailing his various bounties. He used his wealth of credits to good use, buying up various weapons, mostly small concealable ones he could carry with him but with a few he carried in a small luggage case along with his few belongings. Even though his father still thought him in Coronet, Ean continued to send him credits just as he used to.
His most recent bounty took him all the way to Ryloth. But just when he had lined up a good disabling shot with his sniper rifle, the quarry moved, and he couldn't catch up with him until the closest spaceport, when he left in an old freighter. Not to be disappointed, he tried to calculate where the beingmight be headed due to his history and contacts, and Ean got it right on the third try. He headed to Concord Dawn, hoping that his prey would still be there. Luck was with Ean and he tracked down the being. Despite the almost year-long tracking of him, the man was easily taken down and delivered to authorities. Sometimes, you just couldn't tell with Sullustans.
Ean is now spending some relaxing time on Concord Dawn, his muscular and rough appearance letting him blend in with some of the unarmored Mandalorians who were everywhere. Even so, he tried to remain anonymous, not wishing to get into a fight he wasn't sure even he could win. He sent some credits his father's way and saved up the rest, not sure where the next bounty would take him. So he bought a few days at a local hotel to wait for the next opportunity.
[See Ean's Databank thread for more of his continued adventures.]
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She was at it again. That spoiled little brat Ternia had called him to her room for what seemed the eightieth time that morning. Whatever she could want not, completely escaped his memory. She already had all she could want already in her room, didn't she? But then again, he didn't really understand early teen girls.
Repressing a sigh, he knocked on her door. With a squeal, Ternia let Ean in, immediately pressing a plush bantha into his arms, babbling on and on about some play or show or something. Then it dawned on him finally; she wanted him to be in a play she was creating, starring him and her stuffed animals. He went along with it, reminding himself all the while that he was being paid good money for this and that he was trained to do this. There was no knowing when someone might want to bring an attack on Ternia because of what her father was trying to accomplish politically.
Hours later he excused him, after making sure she was okay. He wouldn't go far; his room was right next to hers, with an emergency door connecting the two. Ean had set up some simple detection devices so that he didn't have to be with her in her room all day, all night. Especially since her mother was worried she would get attached to the older man in a way that was more than platonic.
He checked his sensors one more time before settling into bed. Ean was just asleep when he heard a scream coming from next door. Immediately awake, he grabbed a club he kept by the secret door and burst through. Ternia screamed again when he surprised her rushing into her bedroom. Ean quickly looked around and seeing no one, flicked on the lights. "What happened? Was someone here?" he asked in his gruff but kind voice.
"No, no... I-I just thought I saw a bug on my pillow. But it was only a shadow." She giggled shyly. "I'm sorry for waking you."
Ean tried not to get angry and merely told her good night once again and left back through the secret door to his own bed. Girls, he grumbled.
