Daryn "Double Dare" Destrell

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Name: Daryn Destrell

Alias: “Double Dare”

Race: Human

Age: 25

Height: 74 in

Weight: 185lbs

Appearance: It was never hard to pick Daryn out from a crowd. He preferred loud reds and deep blacks, with the occasional white shirt for contrast. He could most commonly be found wearing a spacer’s jacket made treated bantha hide that went to his waist and buttoned at the top like a straight collar. Not that he ever wore it that way. It was always loose, the crimson parting to show a shirt, fitted to his form, beneath. He might not have joined C Sec (or even be Corellian), but that didn’t stop him from wearing red piping down those black pants. Hey, Corellian Bloodstripes looked cool, okay? Boots were always shined, as was that belt and holster for his pistol. Big, black, heavy blaster variety, you got it? It was the kind that said “Don’t mess with me.” In fact, it was so heavy and mean that he had to swagger with it. Got a problem with that? Didn’t think so.

His hair never seemed to want to be put into order. No matter what was tried, he’d always look like he’d just woken up. It worked for him though…the ladies happened to like that look. Of course, that unruly black mop was helped out by big, expressive green eyes, the kind a lady could stare into for hours. He had a strong, chiseled jaw and just enough stubble to look rough and rakish. Ladies like that too. All the time spent out in space made him a little paler than most…but he took that as a matter of pride. Piloting was what he DID, after all. It was his life.

Daryn kept in good shape…more for appearances and the ladies than anything else. That…and you never knew when you had to get out of someplace quick…or get into someone’s face and show them who’s top veermok.

Birthplace: Coruscant

Profession: Bounty Hunter / Part-time Smuggler

History: Daryn Destrell didn’t come out into this universe screaming. Nope…if anything, he came out with a smile on his face. You see, Daryn knew he was blessed. That was just the way of things. Things seemed to just happen for the boy. Borne to upper-class xenobiotic arts dealers on Coruscant, he wanted for nothing. His family had just enough pull to make their lives easier, but not enough for political considerations to become a burden.

Private tutors, visits to military installations and Senate hearings, personal speeder…the kid had it all at his fingertips. It never hurt that he was a prodigy. The boy took to math and sciences like a Mon Calamari to water. He loved taking things apart just to see how they work and once he figured that out, he tried to find ways to make it work better. It wasn’t long until that personal speeder had been stripped down to the frame and rebuild from the ground up. It wasn’t a matter of “yes” or “no”…it was just a matter of “how much” and “how long.”

Growing up in the seat of power for the entire known universe afforded the boy the best education, both in matters of academia and societal etiquette. Bothan, Twi’lek, half a dozen other languages were eventually able to be conversed in almost as if they were second nature. To make a long story short, Daryn was blessed, he knew it, and he took advantage of it. Unfortunately, he also got bored with it. Now tell me, what’s a spoiled rich kid going to do when he gets bored with all the nice things in life?

That’s right…he went down to the “wrong side” of the tracks. He took to dressing like a normal person, or at least as normal as a foppish socialite could get, and started to get involved with the seedier side of life.

Spice didn’t appeal to him…not when he woke up the next morning in something closer to a nest than bed with some Gamorrean female’s (at least he hoped beyond hope it was a female) arm draped over him.

Gambling was fun, but a little too easy. It also wound up being painful. Dare knew numbers, knew odds, and he was quick to pick up on the facial expressions and tells of other players. Besides, he wound up with a couple black eyes and sore ribs from gambler’s that thought he was cheating. Just because he knew the statistical odds of picking up certain hands based on the cards that had already been played…it didn’t mean he was cheating. Sore losers.

Then he ran into a pair of bounty hunters. What a rough pair…Maeldyn and Masters…all tattoos, body armor, and guns. When they walked in…the whole room seemed to hush. Beelining for a booth, they yanked a man out of a booth and strapped cuffs on him, dragging him away. When someone tried to intervene, they got a buttstock across their jaw for their trouble. Man…now those guys were great. No one gave them and trouble. There was respect there! Daryn knew that’s what he wanted to do.

His parents thought it was just a phase. Nearly an adult, of course he’d want to try his own things…and wasn’t he about the right age for those “rebellious years.” They really didn’t think he’d get much farther than getting scared in some mid-level bar and come to his senses. They didn’t know he’d been cavorting around the lower levels for a while. His friends, of course, only thought he’d get himself killed, but they never thought he’d try or succeed. Daryn’s response was always the same: a Cheshire grin and a shrug.

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(continued...guess proboards doesn't like LOOONG posts)

Like all good would-be bounty hunters, he began to study. He picked up every holovid he could find, seeing those gritty men and women taking in their bounties, no matter what the cost. Always got the girl (or guy, alien, etc) at the end too. Too easy! He spent the next few Galactic standard weeks getting the connections needed to get his needed equipment and have his name added in as a hunter. Copious amounts of the Destrell family credits helped smooth the way. Before you knew it, he had his first job.

Local mark…fairly low level embezzler. Piece of cake, right? It wasn’t the big , high profile bounty he’d been hoping for, but he consoled himself on the fact that every great bounty hunter had to start somewhere. He picked up the trail and was on his way. That natural aptitude, quick thinking, and those trust fund credits made it almost too easy to track his quarry down.

So, there he was, looking all big and bad with that hand cannon held up at his target. Just like in the holovids, he gave an ultimatum: surrender now or come with him in a body bag. Eveything was going great…until the guy pulled his own blaster and started firing!

It wasn’t supposed to be like this! Daryn’s mind screamed at him as he went scrambling for cover. In the holovids, the bad guy, so overwhelmed by the presence of the hunter, simply gave up. This wasn’t right. It didn’t change the fact that there were smoking holes all around and through the table that he’d kicked over to cover himself. Shaking, he switched the safety off and shot wildly over the top of the table. Red lances of energy came out rapidly as he crouched down, covering his head in the classic “spray and pray” position. Distantly, he registered a crash. Unexpectedly, his blaster died, no more shots coming out, only vibrating slightly in his hand.

Looking at his weapon in disbelief, he tried to figure why it stopped working, finally figuring it out. Power cell was empty. Power cell was empty! They run out? They don’t run out in the holovids! Distantly, he thought back to when he purchased it.

“You want more power packs, kid?” The weapon’s dealer whose name he’d bought asked as he slid over the shiny new heavy blaster in its case, complete with one power pack. Daryn shook his head, grinned as he picked up the new toy and dropped a credstick on the counter.

“Nah…only have one blaster.” He said off-handedly as he made his way to the exit.

The man’s eyes opened wide, “But wh-….” Daryn had already left, leaving the dealer to shake his head, already imagining a gruesome death for the would-be bounty hunter. “Stupid rich kids….”

As you might have guessed, while Daryn was a prodigy and well-learned, he’d been spoiled and pampered. The only real violence he’d seen was on the vids and the few times he’d been kicked out of some gambling pit. When it came to the way things REALLY worked in the universe, he was still more than a little naïve.

So…there he was, empty blaster in his hand, useless. Daryn waited, sure that his death was imminent…but all was quiet. Peeking his head over, he glanced to see what was happening. Behind the desk where his mark had been sitting, he could see an arm flopped out, unmoving. Faintly, there was some groaning. Picking himself up, he cautiously moved closer. It became quickly apparent what had happened. The man had used some of his ill-gotten credits to buy expensive xenobiotic art and sculpture. Much of that had wound up getting ruined when Daryn wildly shot back. One of his shots had shattered the base of a strange, orb-like sculpture that had been on display behind the desk. The man had ducked to avoid the wild shots, only to have the broken sculpture land on his head, knocking him unconscious.

Daryn could only grin, his previous fear replaced by smug self-congratulations.

Daryn decided he didn’t like blaster fights, but tracking down his subject had been a singularly exciting thrill. Next time, he was just going to have to be a little smarter about it. Apparently, not all things happened in real life like they do in the holovids.

Killing wasn’t his thing…he’d gotten queasy just at the thought of having possibly killed the man, even though he’d heard the man’s unconscious groan. He had that blaster modified to always shoot for stun. He also picked up a taser pistol, some stun grenades, and other tools with which to take out his targets quietly and without struggle.

Blasters were just so uncivilized.

Daryn was a lot more cautious in his hunts now. He carefully watched marks, learned their habits. His skill at taking things apart and learning them had served him well, branching off into computers and more intricate electronics. The step off to hacking and bypassing security systems was a simply and enthralling pleasure for him. The hunt became more cerebral for him, out thinking his targets and playing them into situations where they all but turned themselves in.

In time, he bought a ship, kitted her up. He called her Ante Up, hearkening to his brief gambling days. Eventually, his father caught wind of his son’s activities due to the credit transactions. Daryn had been careful, but not careful enough because he’d had to dip into the full Destrell accounts to buy his ship. When confronted about it, the argument was heated and at the end, Daryn was stunned.

His father kicked him out.

No more trust fund. No more tutors. No more perks.

Daryn still did not believe it until the hover taxi had dropped him off by the docking bay to his ship. Then he got angry, stomped on board, and cued up the pre-flight checks. He’d show his father. He could make it on his own!

…Besides, he’d hacked into the Destrell accounts two years back, skimming dividends and half-credits from every transaction that went through his father’s accounts, diverting them to an anonymous account he’d created on his own. It was accumulating nicely. Nothing too extravagant yet… but enough to go by.

Three years have gone by. If he’s not on a job or kicking back congratulating himself on one, he occasionally lends himself out to those in need of subtle, discreet transportation. It’s a whole different level than bounty hunting…and people don’t shoot at you! At least, not so much. He had to admit that there was a certain thrill in slipping by the authorities. He hasn’t returned home since then, pride denying him that until he comes up with something that he can really rub in his father’s face.

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Stats

Strength: 6
Speed: 8
Intelligence: 9
Leadership: 1
Unarmed: 4
Melee: 2
Ranged: 4

Skills

Slicing: 8
Piloting: 7
Quick Draw: 6
Persuade: 5

Equipment:

-1 Haeden Kaer Heavy Blaster Pistol (Modified-Stun only)
-3 Stun Grenades
-Tas-Pistol
-Electronic Key Decrypter
-Force cuffs
- Slaed Neuman speeder bike w/"Shotgun" side car accessory (to bring the bounty back)

Ship Name: Ante Up


Sample RP: “Okay, Lorrd, you’ve got two options. Option A is: Come with me quietly and no one gets hurt. Option B is: don’t come quietly and you get hurt.” Daryn flashed a smirk, looking down the barrel of his weapon to the Quarrian spice broker that he’d been hunting for the past month. The squid head was a short, frail thing, visibly shaking as it wrung it’s hands together nervously.

He’d been tracking the little maggot for two weeks, finally zeroing in on his little base of operations on Corellia. It had taken him two days to crack through the little poo doo’s security network and code in his own deactivation controls. He’d spent another four days pouring over the details of the building blue prints while using his newly gained security access to monitor and plot the routes and routines of the mercenaries that had been hired for his protection. Another week had been spent buying drinks for the Zabrak female that acted as Lorrd’s personal assistant. She was a bit “ample” and she’d made the bizarre choice of having her teeth filed down to points, but he finally coerced her into a roll between the sheets and managed to talk her into slipping him in to the dealer’s back rooms to sample some of the stock. He’d had to spend another day in a med clinic when she initiated round two and got a little too enthusiastic.

Daryn had to have the bite marks disinfected and healed up.

After all that, however, he finally was here, mark in his sights. His plan was perfect, the execution perfect. No problems, no faults, no oversights. Yeah, Daryn was grinning to himself, mentally packing him on the back while those green eyes watched his target stew in fear.

“What about Option C?” The bubbly voice of the Quarrian asked back in his native tongue. Daryn’s brows furrowed together, giving those chiseled, socialite good looks a very serious and pensive expression.

“There is no Option C. I’m not up for negotiations.”

“Perhaps you should be…it may be the difference between you living and dying.” The Quarrian stopped rubbing his hands and the hunter could see something small and blinking on the alien’s wrist. Doors opened on either side of the room, mercenaries boiling in like a hive of angry ants.

Maybe one oversight. He didn’t consider the fact that there were additions to the blue prints that weren’t on record…or the fact that the Quarrian wasn’t rubbing his hands in fear…but activating a silent alarm.

Make that two oversights….

“Son of a Sith!” Daryn scrambled back, diving through the door he’d come in through as blaster fire began to stitch its way around where he’d just been. Tumbling, he stumbled back to his feet, casting his arms over his head as he ran down the short hallway with beams of fire scorching holes all around him. He turned the corner and yelped as fire burned across the seat of his pants…a narrow miss. Limping and hopping in pain, he pressed his shoulder to the wall. His gun hand stuck that blaster out around the corner, shooting blindly to try and deter pursuit. The other was on his bum, feeling the scorch mark and the draft of cool are coming in the hole.

He jumped and yelled again when a bolt managed to rip that blaster from his hand, slagging it as it cracked against the wall. Shaking his sprained, but otherwise unharmed wrist and hand, he stared down at the useless weapon, cursing to himself while he tried to think quickly. This was bad.

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this…”

Hearing boots coming down the hall again, he took off as fast as he could, his gait lopsided as every other step torked his burned posterior.

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(And here's the ship)

Name: Ante Up

Vessel Type: Cantego Fleet Systems Zeta-class Light Freighter

Length: 24 Meters Long

Max Atmosphere Speed: 1,100 KM/H

Engine Unit: Soronar Triple Ion Engine

Hyperdrive Rating: 1x, Backup: 10x

Shielding: 2 Lorica Populi Deflector Shield Emitters (FF and RF)

Hull: Duralloy Plate Armor

Armament: 3 Ion Cannons (FF From Pilot or Co-pilot seat) Located in nose of ship.

Crew: 1 (+1 Astromech Droid to sub for copilot

Passengers: 4

Cargo Cap: 25 metric tons (45 tons without Fugitive Detainment Module)

Consumables: 2 months

Other-
-Csekron Advanced Sensory Array/Controller
-Okular P300 Active Sensor Detector/Signal Jammer
-Full Fugitive Detainment Module
-“Full House” A2-K3 Astromech droid for monitoring overall ship controls, systems, and acting co-pilot. Notorious neat freak.

Description: The Ante Up was purchased and modify by Daryn to help him extend his business practices into the more lucrative interstellar arena. The Zeta-class Freighters were short lived due to their relatively small cargo areas. Despite this, those that have found a use for them prize their reliability and systems redundancy.

Daryn had the medium lasers removed from the standard package and replaced with Ion cannons, part of his general distaste over blaster combat. His preference for taking in bounties alive was also a consideration. Despite his family’s political connections, he was unable to acquire licenses for military-grade armor and shielding, but was able to get the power control modules to his shields modified to allow more energy to legally boost his defensive capabilities. Daryn also spent more money upgrading the maneuvering thrusters, increasing the ships turn radius and overall maneuverability.

Preferring to come upon his targets and take them out before they have a chance to fight back, he managed to purchase restrict sensor systems to help him more quickly lock in on targets, as well as an active detector and jamming suite to keep them from noticing him until it is too late.

The final modification was the addition of a Fugitive Detainment Module inside the port side of the cargo bay. Full magnetic lockdown, self-contained refreshers and a backup power supply ensure that marks, once caught, stay caught until they can be handed off to proper authorities. The Module is grounded equipped with a remote-activated stun system keyed into Daryn’s commlink as well as by an external pad. Should a fugitive prove dangerous, this system can be utilized to pacify the system with varying amounts of voltage. Guaranteed to pacify even the most malcontent wookie.

To help him run the ship and deal with much of the co-pilot’s tasks, he purchased an A2-K3 Astromech Droid. Naming him “Full House,” He had a port installed in the cockpit that allows “House” to access ships systems, navigation controls, etc. He also had a transmission decoder and vox system installed allowing “House” to verbally communicate throughout the ship in standard Basic while jacked into the ship’s systems.

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

(was accepted by CG LOOOONG ago.)

still accepted....

but for now is moving to inactive.

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

is now being moved back to active

[Silas]

Accepted Stats:

Stats

Strength: 6
Speed: 8
Intelligence: 9
Leadership: 1
Unarmed: 4
Melee: 2
Ranged: 4

Skills

Slicing: 8
Piloting: 7
Quick Draw: 6
Persuade: 5

Note: No Force Alignment

[Jenno]

Moved to Inactive.

[Vex]

Please be letting him live?

[Neology]

Reactivated.

[Neology]

Moved to inactive.