Post by Jeff40K, Tool of the Universe on Aug 19, 2008 0:57:07 GMT -5
Name: Mandle Rayn
Race: Human
Age: 31
Height: 4'9''
Weight: 115lbs
Appearance: Oiled tan skin, short brown greasy hair and noticeable over-sized nose.
Birth place: Farmlands, Corellia
Occupation: Freelance Ship Engine Mechanic
Rank: Graduated First Class Engineer
Bio: Mandle Rayn was born to a farmer family living near the capital city on Corellia. His interests in star-ships as a young boy began his pursuit into engineering. The schooling in the rural areas was limited and Mandle moved to the city at age 16 and applied in a four year course in starship engine maintenance and repair. Engineers are high in demand as Corellia's shipyards where at full capacity, but Mandle was no exception as a skilled and enthusiastic potential. When his schooling began he lost most contact with his family, he was busy with school, and they with farm work. After his first year Mandle landed a job as an apprentice engineer at a local ship yard. This help pay for his schooling but also provided him with vast experience. His devotion to school and his job left no time for relationships, which didn't bother him. He graduated top of his class and soon after started his own shop, often hiring fellow classmates. His skill and knowledge landed him many jobs aboard Corellian star-ships as chief engineer increasing his popularity and workload.
A few years later he founded two more shops in different cities and moved onto doing freelance work while his shops thrived. His first freelance job was a mistake however. Eager to go beyond the system and see more of the galaxy Mandle put out ads as a freelance engineer seeking a crew on missions around various systems. His first crew turned out to be smugglers, unknowingly he worked with them for weeks. There was only a week left in his contract and he decided to finish the job and rethink his freelance career once back on Corellia. The day before they where scheduled to arrive they where stopped by a blockade a few systems away. The smugglers where arrested and Mandle sent back to Corellia for trial. He was convicted of aiding criminals and fined, which he had to sell all but his original shop. As well he served time doing community service, which mostly involved sorting scrap from wreckages. He pummeled into a state of depression during this time, he had it all and messed up big time, or so he blaimed himself. He continued to work as a engineer in his own shop but lost many of his employees to bigger companies offering more pay. At age 30 he closed shop to head away from Corellia and find new motivation and inspiration elsewhere. Biding farewell to his family, whom he had ignored for sometime but still gave a tearful goodbye, Mandle set off to visit a few of the core worlds before heading into the outerim.
Attributes:
++++------ 4 :Physical Strength
++++++---- 6 :Intelligence
+++------- 3 :Speed
+++------- 3 :Leadership
Combat:
++++------ 4 :Unarmed
++++------ 4 :Melee Weapons
++-------- 2 :Ranged Weapons
Alignment: +3
RP Example:
Mandle's hands rose to his face suddenly realizing his predicament. He was standing outside the cargo hold doors when he overheard the captain speaking with another crewman. He was on his way to report the hyper-drive had been reinitialized after the last so called pirate attack, he overheard what he had feared for days now. This was a smugglers crew, the cargo is illegal. Only now did he realized they weren't being attacked by pirates leaving every system, but out running local authorities. He held his breath not wanting an impending sigh to be overheard. Just my luck, and I was getting paid well... bah, what will they do to me if the find out I know? I should keep quite and hope to make it back home safely. Mandle contemplated entering the room oblivious but decided to head back to the cockpit and wait for the captain there, at least giving himself time to think. This is the second last drop, and in a weeks time I'll be back on Corellia. Just gotta keep cool, focus, just keep that engine running smoothly and keep quite. Waiting in the cockpit for the captain to return, footsteps soon approached and the captain entered and stood in-front of Mandle.
“Well?” the tall bald man said in a irritated voice.
“Hyper-drives hyperactive and ready to go!” Mandle replied hastily. Stupid! That sounded stupid!
“Very good, you may return to you quarters, and remember the cargo hold is off limits... sensitive equipment. Understand.” To that Mandle left trying not to run but wanting to get away fast. He entered his quarters, a small makeshift room with a mattress on the floor and his tools filling the only cabinet, and locked the door. Just one more week...
Race: Human
Age: 31
Height: 4'9''
Weight: 115lbs
Appearance: Oiled tan skin, short brown greasy hair and noticeable over-sized nose.
Birth place: Farmlands, Corellia
Occupation: Freelance Ship Engine Mechanic
Rank: Graduated First Class Engineer
Bio: Mandle Rayn was born to a farmer family living near the capital city on Corellia. His interests in star-ships as a young boy began his pursuit into engineering. The schooling in the rural areas was limited and Mandle moved to the city at age 16 and applied in a four year course in starship engine maintenance and repair. Engineers are high in demand as Corellia's shipyards where at full capacity, but Mandle was no exception as a skilled and enthusiastic potential. When his schooling began he lost most contact with his family, he was busy with school, and they with farm work. After his first year Mandle landed a job as an apprentice engineer at a local ship yard. This help pay for his schooling but also provided him with vast experience. His devotion to school and his job left no time for relationships, which didn't bother him. He graduated top of his class and soon after started his own shop, often hiring fellow classmates. His skill and knowledge landed him many jobs aboard Corellian star-ships as chief engineer increasing his popularity and workload.
A few years later he founded two more shops in different cities and moved onto doing freelance work while his shops thrived. His first freelance job was a mistake however. Eager to go beyond the system and see more of the galaxy Mandle put out ads as a freelance engineer seeking a crew on missions around various systems. His first crew turned out to be smugglers, unknowingly he worked with them for weeks. There was only a week left in his contract and he decided to finish the job and rethink his freelance career once back on Corellia. The day before they where scheduled to arrive they where stopped by a blockade a few systems away. The smugglers where arrested and Mandle sent back to Corellia for trial. He was convicted of aiding criminals and fined, which he had to sell all but his original shop. As well he served time doing community service, which mostly involved sorting scrap from wreckages. He pummeled into a state of depression during this time, he had it all and messed up big time, or so he blaimed himself. He continued to work as a engineer in his own shop but lost many of his employees to bigger companies offering more pay. At age 30 he closed shop to head away from Corellia and find new motivation and inspiration elsewhere. Biding farewell to his family, whom he had ignored for sometime but still gave a tearful goodbye, Mandle set off to visit a few of the core worlds before heading into the outerim.
Attributes:
++++------ 4 :Physical Strength
++++++---- 6 :Intelligence
+++------- 3 :Speed
+++------- 3 :Leadership
Combat:
++++------ 4 :Unarmed
++++------ 4 :Melee Weapons
++-------- 2 :Ranged Weapons
Alignment: +3
RP Example:
Mandle's hands rose to his face suddenly realizing his predicament. He was standing outside the cargo hold doors when he overheard the captain speaking with another crewman. He was on his way to report the hyper-drive had been reinitialized after the last so called pirate attack, he overheard what he had feared for days now. This was a smugglers crew, the cargo is illegal. Only now did he realized they weren't being attacked by pirates leaving every system, but out running local authorities. He held his breath not wanting an impending sigh to be overheard. Just my luck, and I was getting paid well... bah, what will they do to me if the find out I know? I should keep quite and hope to make it back home safely. Mandle contemplated entering the room oblivious but decided to head back to the cockpit and wait for the captain there, at least giving himself time to think. This is the second last drop, and in a weeks time I'll be back on Corellia. Just gotta keep cool, focus, just keep that engine running smoothly and keep quite. Waiting in the cockpit for the captain to return, footsteps soon approached and the captain entered and stood in-front of Mandle.
“Well?” the tall bald man said in a irritated voice.
“Hyper-drives hyperactive and ready to go!” Mandle replied hastily. Stupid! That sounded stupid!
“Very good, you may return to you quarters, and remember the cargo hold is off limits... sensitive equipment. Understand.” To that Mandle left trying not to run but wanting to get away fast. He entered his quarters, a small makeshift room with a mattress on the floor and his tools filling the only cabinet, and locked the door. Just one more week...
