Post by Casual on Nov 24, 2009 12:08:54 GMT -5
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Password: Ysalimir
Name: Timothy “Tim” Kavrick
Race: Human
Age: 19
Height: 6'3
Weight: 180
Birth place: Dantooine/Kylah Plains
Appearance:
Lean and fit, Tim has broad shoulders, a small beard and is bald. He’s got farmer’s tan, as he is a farmer and has been his whole life. He generally wears a loose, black shirt, and a tan jacket-vest, showing his lean muscles, though by design it doesn’t appear that he’s trying to show anything off, it’s out of mere comfort. He also has a blaster pistol, which he’d developed into a decent shot with and a holster, which is attached to his standard working pants. He has a tattoo as discribed in THIS THREAD HERE. His bears 3 of the marks, a sign of the Commune, just on his shoulder, usually covered entirely by his shirt.
Personality:
Though he is rough appearing on the outside, he actually has a friendly and inviting demeanor and behavior. He’s an encouraging guy and has a strong sense of right and wrong. He’s a bit of a fighter for what he believes in, and will stop at nothing when it comes to the things he holds most dear. He’s often found smiling, and rarely yells, but when he does, it’s something to stand up and take notice about. He’s voice is a masculine one, but not so much deep. He just has nature that is pleasing to an extent. The only one who ruffles his feathers is Allistair, but even then he doesn’t let his change in posture or demeanor change how he interacts with others, it’s merely a hotheaded rivalry.
Occupation: Farmer/ Guerrilla fighter
Rank: Security Officer
Bio:
Timothy Kavrick was born to Slyvor and Marieta Kavrick, an only child. His mother would die soon after from childbirth for complications that simply could not be resolved. This would prove devastating for both Tim and Sly, as without mother and wife, their relationship would be somewhat strained and the household would contain some problems. As his father was a farmer, he had the ability to not be too far from home, and would manage to take care of Tim as he grew up. These first few years had their toll on Slyvor. He would work the farms by himself and also have to take care of Tim. It was with the help of a caring community and visiting friends that they managed to get by. The community was much a part of Tim's first few years of life. It was when he was five years old that he began to help his father on the farm. He didn't do all too much, most of what he did was learn under his father, carry a few things, whatever task that wasn't physically beyond him, his father showed and allowed him to do or to emulate. It was this was their greatest way of bonding. Farming seemed to bring the two together. They would come in after a long day, and relax in the home, just the two of them. With this came a renewed sense of hope in Sly, and they grew that much closer. Tim grew strong and tough, like his dad, as there wasn’t as much influence from a feminine perspective.
He would grow up with other children and tutors, it was the only way he could really receive an education. He would make friends his age, from the age of four onward, other farmers or neighbors would bring their children over, most from ages four to ten who Tim would play with and grow up with. As he grew up these children would be his friends, and he would visit them. Everything worked like clockwork. However, that he did not have a mother around did take his toll on him, though. He was fine overall with this though, it seemed not to affect him in any big way, he had grown up without her, so he didn't really know what it was like to have a mother to begin with. Among the biggest differences was the fact that he was slightly more aggressive and liked to rough-house a bit more. His father did have moments where he liked to be alone, he would look at pictures, or sit in his room and think, which Tim knew about his father's general mood, and would also wonder what it would be like. They were tough though, though it was painful for the both of them, they managed to, well... move on. They would mourn, but they would also be glad they still had each other.
The farm he grew up on was none too big, managed well with just Tim and his father. It wasn't the farm that Tim spent most his time on however, though a great deal of it was spent here during these years, he would often visit the other farms, learning a great deal of independence at a young age, but his father made sure that he was safe when doing so. In his independence he when he met other boys, it could be said that he was drawn to roughousing a bit more than they did, and would be slightly quicker to anger than they, but the others just found this to be just who Tim was, and he maintained social stability. It was this independence that led Timothy to meet another young boy who would become one who would change his life forever.
{This huge thing is gonna be done in RP, the rivalry is just a meeting-for-the-first-time type deal}
Nothing beyond his everyday life changed during this point in Tim's life, nothing except his aggression catching up to him, and causing some consiquences for him. This aggression became increasingly evident when he was challenged by another boy about his land. He had had a particularly bad day of chores and was just in an overall bad mood. He had decided to go adventuring alone, as he didn’t really wish to talk to any of the other boys right then. It was then that he came across a boy known as Allistair Sampson. Grumpy as he was and being as young as he was, he, not playfully, but forcefully claimed this land as his in front of the opposing young boy. The boy wouldn’t listen to him though, and soon began to insult and deride Tim about things like how the land belonged to no one and that Tim was some kind of moron for believing otherwise. Tim decided that he was no moron and would let this boy know who he was messing with. He lunged on him and beat him up. He didn’t beat him up too much though, Allistair was too good for that, so he got in a few good punches and then let him go telling him that the same thing would happen if he came over here again.
Tim had decided that he would return to that place, so he could continue to defend his land. He felt so powerful and happy when he defended what was his. When he protected, he made believe that he was the protector of the village that was his land, and that this Allistair was the evil invader. Al came, just as he’d suspected. They fought again, and though Al did better this time, Tim still won. It was then that Al made a surprise attack while he was down. Tim responded by beating him back down. This process would continue over time. Al would come, lose, and walk home in shame. It was the way things went for a good, long time. Though soon, Allistair stopped coming to their little meetings. Tim was slightly confused. He had grown fond of their fights. Tim had even gone so far as to gloat that Al had given up, all about the Plains, hoping it might lure him back. His day of fun soon returned to him though, bearing a bit more confidence than before. Tim didn’t care though, he was still the best. That is until, Allistair beat him that day. Al had come with new tricks, and strategies. He came and pulled off all kinds of different movements and punches, Tim just wasn't as sure as he had been. Though it was still a close fight, Tim lost. He conceded victory. Tim didn’t know what to think. At first he was just shocked. The villan wasn't supposed to win, in his mind. Sure, deep down he knew it to be a game, but over time it had become something more. He had used these games to prove his morals and values true and strong. Maybe though he had them wrong, or maybe he wasn't the one who was right. He decided that he didn’t want that land anymore. He left the creek and didn’t return, left to contemplate things of a ten year old boy who just wasn't sure.
Tim developed through that phase in his life, but he never forgot Allistair. He wouldn’t forget him. To Tim, he stood for a rebellion against all things good and worth protecting. He was a mean person who wanted to steal. These feelings lessened in severity and Tim just hung out with other people. He grew a strong sense of compassion and empathy as he got older, as he hadn’t really experienced these feelings before. He’d met the right people, possibly because he was attracted to them after not having such people in his life. Regardless, it was because of them that Tim developed his empathy with such enthusiasm, as it resonated within him to have these feelings.
As with age comes strength, so too comes weakness and frailty of body. Though Slyvor was by no means weak, he was beginning to feel his age. With this came more and more responsibilities on the farm for Tim, and with the growing of his responsibilities, came the growing of his muscles. It was no small land, though it wasn't a grand estate, either. He operated the heavy machinery, carried crop back and forth, he handled virtually all the manual labor as was expected of a farmer. It wasn't all work and now play for Tim, as he would finish work with time to spare in the afternoons, sometimes earlier, and would visit friends. He would hang out with the same friends he had known since childhood, swapping stories, talking about girls and life. They would, on occasion, go off and have their own adventures, just being growing young kids, progressing with each other into adulthood. Here, his compassion was expressed. All his friends were children of neighboring farmers, all of them would work in the fields, though most not as much as Tim. One of their number was even the son of a large plantation owner, and still worked the farms with his father's workers. Things moved fine, normal and smooth for Tim and his friends.
He also began to take what time he didn’t use for friends and the farm to practice his marksmanship. Tim had acquired a old, rugged, moderate sized blaster pistol when he was around eleven years old as a gift from a traveling merchant friend, and would, every so often, test it out or practice with it. He was quite a good shot with it, but his knowledge extended only to that particular pistol, as he had no other weapons of his own. His father knew nothing about his son toting about a lethal blaster weapon, and Tim liked to keep it that way. It would be the only secret he would keep from his father. It also served to fill the gap that Al had built during their young and silly rivalry.
Puberty came during this time for Tim, and it came on a mission. It set to work, increasing his height and sending so much adrenaline through his veins, work became increadibly simplier for him. This compounded with the fact that his muscles seemed to be what was most affected by this coming of age, and the work he did on the farm day in and day out, he grew strong quickly. It was with this too, came his deeper voice that though it wasn't nessisarly deep, it could be remarked as masculine in nature. With his rapid growth in strength and endurance came, not furthered aggression, but strangly, a growing sense of compassion. He began to feel compassionate about all he encountered. He would care for his friends now and what they had to say, his protective nature now multiplied by his growth. He would be remarked as being a gentle giant. Though he was by no means, that massive, or even gentle, in comparison to what he once was he was a strong, lean and caring young man.
So even then would Timothy grow up just like any other teenage Dantooine boy; in respects to working, learning, growing and having fun. Though unbeknownst to him, life would soon take him far away from such a place.
What started off as a normal day soon gave way to tremendous terror and anger. No one had seen the Sith invasion coming. They struck cold, hard and fast. It was before he even realized it, when Tim was way out in the farmland that he saw the bombers fly over his house, dropping their payload, his father still inside. A feeling welled up inside him like none he’d ever felt. At first, it was absolute numbness, he wanted to run for the house, but he simply couldn’t bring himself to do it. He didn’t even know which way was up, as his world began reeling around him. His next instinct was to run. Not that he wasn’t afraid, but that he wasn’t stupid, the Sith were on the warpath, and he was on it. He ran and ran until he found where other survivors were gathered, mourning. He joined in with them and drowned in his thoughts. His mother, gone before he even knew her. His father, gone without the chance to say goodbye. His home and farm, destroyed and razed by the Sith. He felt hatred for what they had done. They had taken from him what he should have protected. He felt helpless as all he could do was stand by as the explosions tore through the sky. Worst of all, he was alone and worried.
Fear wasn’t something that was in Tim’s vocabulary, however, he didn’t fear that which wasn’t necessary to fear. Things such as the Sith. These Sith would learn their lesson, and he wanted to be the one to teach it to them. How, however, was the biggest question. How would do pull such a thing off? It was just him against them, what could he possibly do? It was then that he had heard the rumors. Rumors of some kind of army of counter-terrorist insurgents, rumors of the Dantooine Liberation Army. He worked tirelessly to track them down and contact them. He wanted to join their efforts, and become one of the protectors, the defenders and the warriors that stood for justice on Dantooine and a symbol of justice throughout the galaxy. He would put his foot down on this Sith scum and send them back to the holes they came from. All he needed to do, was to figure out how.
It didn't take long, as he soon found his one time neighbors to be in cohoots with the DLA. It was through this rumor that Tim doubled his efforts and by happenstance that he found them. He had been walking to a nearby village, hiding along the way so as not to be caught by the Sith patrols, and spotted a convoy coming his way. He ducked behind a sizable patch of brush, and just as they came within fourty yards of him, a group of men rushed out and took them down, quickly and efficeintly. It was quite a sight to see in and of itself, but what struck him more was that he recognized Al Sampson as one of the raiders. He decided that he would approach them, running to keep up as they made their getaway to a supposed checkpoint. He walked up, arms raised, his only possessions the clothes on his back and the gun at his hip. Through a conversation with Al, who he still held a residual grudge against, they cleared things up, and took Tim back to base, where he gained the trust of the leaders, those whom he had known for years (though hadn't really talked much to, being stubborn against his rival, Allistair) and proved himself an effective leader of the security aspect of the DLA. He was promoted and received his tattoo, a symbol of the man was and what he stood for.
Attributes: [/i]
Physical Strength: 7
Intelligence:5
Speed: 4
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 5
Alignment: +2
RP Sample:
((Set before the Sith landing))
Heey Dendel, how's it been? Wife treatin' you well?
Dendel Harvey rarely ever paid Tim a visit, but when he did, he loved his company. Dendel always had some good news or something interesting to talk about, and while out on the farm, any conversation was welcome one.
Ahh... you know how it is.
I told you not to get married at your age, shoulda waited a bit longer. Tim replied with a laugh.
Ah, that's not it, we're doin' fine considering. Nah, I'm just a bit unsettled at a more recent developement.
He was using larger terms, something that normally wasn't a good sign, Dendel had had a real education from a university before settling on Dantooine for reasons on one knew or bothered to find out, and was only a few years older than Tim.
It's about those gorram Sith. I hear they been gettin' bolder an' bolder. Some rumors say they'll even be after Dantooine. Ooh, it's bad tidings I say.
Jack leaned on his shovel. Ah... they're just rumors Dendel, that's all. I'm sure we'll all be just fine. You're worryin' too much about it.
Well, you can never know with these things.
Aye, truest thing I heard all day. Well, you take care of yourself. He said as they shook hands.
Yeeup, same to you Timothy... same to you.
Tim returned to his work, thoughts of the Sith Empire and his family swirling in his mind. He couldn't lose these things, it would be just too much to bear. If the Sith came, he felt he would have to resist, but how could they? The galaxy was a big and complicated place, he would just have to deal with things as they came, though he felt they were all in for the worst. He returned to his work, with nothing to do but hope.
{I understand this is before a major change in Tim's life, but his interactions with others are primarily the same ;D (It's kinda cheesy, too, I know)}
Password: Ysalimir
Name: Timothy “Tim” Kavrick
Race: Human
Age: 19
Height: 6'3
Weight: 180
Birth place: Dantooine/Kylah Plains
Appearance:
Lean and fit, Tim has broad shoulders, a small beard and is bald. He’s got farmer’s tan, as he is a farmer and has been his whole life. He generally wears a loose, black shirt, and a tan jacket-vest, showing his lean muscles, though by design it doesn’t appear that he’s trying to show anything off, it’s out of mere comfort. He also has a blaster pistol, which he’d developed into a decent shot with and a holster, which is attached to his standard working pants. He has a tattoo as discribed in THIS THREAD HERE. His bears 3 of the marks, a sign of the Commune, just on his shoulder, usually covered entirely by his shirt.
Personality:
Though he is rough appearing on the outside, he actually has a friendly and inviting demeanor and behavior. He’s an encouraging guy and has a strong sense of right and wrong. He’s a bit of a fighter for what he believes in, and will stop at nothing when it comes to the things he holds most dear. He’s often found smiling, and rarely yells, but when he does, it’s something to stand up and take notice about. He’s voice is a masculine one, but not so much deep. He just has nature that is pleasing to an extent. The only one who ruffles his feathers is Allistair, but even then he doesn’t let his change in posture or demeanor change how he interacts with others, it’s merely a hotheaded rivalry.
Occupation: Farmer/ Guerrilla fighter
Rank: Security Officer
Bio:
Childhood Ages 0-9
Timothy Kavrick was born to Slyvor and Marieta Kavrick, an only child. His mother would die soon after from childbirth for complications that simply could not be resolved. This would prove devastating for both Tim and Sly, as without mother and wife, their relationship would be somewhat strained and the household would contain some problems. As his father was a farmer, he had the ability to not be too far from home, and would manage to take care of Tim as he grew up. These first few years had their toll on Slyvor. He would work the farms by himself and also have to take care of Tim. It was with the help of a caring community and visiting friends that they managed to get by. The community was much a part of Tim's first few years of life. It was when he was five years old that he began to help his father on the farm. He didn't do all too much, most of what he did was learn under his father, carry a few things, whatever task that wasn't physically beyond him, his father showed and allowed him to do or to emulate. It was this was their greatest way of bonding. Farming seemed to bring the two together. They would come in after a long day, and relax in the home, just the two of them. With this came a renewed sense of hope in Sly, and they grew that much closer. Tim grew strong and tough, like his dad, as there wasn’t as much influence from a feminine perspective.
He would grow up with other children and tutors, it was the only way he could really receive an education. He would make friends his age, from the age of four onward, other farmers or neighbors would bring their children over, most from ages four to ten who Tim would play with and grow up with. As he grew up these children would be his friends, and he would visit them. Everything worked like clockwork. However, that he did not have a mother around did take his toll on him, though. He was fine overall with this though, it seemed not to affect him in any big way, he had grown up without her, so he didn't really know what it was like to have a mother to begin with. Among the biggest differences was the fact that he was slightly more aggressive and liked to rough-house a bit more. His father did have moments where he liked to be alone, he would look at pictures, or sit in his room and think, which Tim knew about his father's general mood, and would also wonder what it would be like. They were tough though, though it was painful for the both of them, they managed to, well... move on. They would mourn, but they would also be glad they still had each other.
The farm he grew up on was none too big, managed well with just Tim and his father. It wasn't the farm that Tim spent most his time on however, though a great deal of it was spent here during these years, he would often visit the other farms, learning a great deal of independence at a young age, but his father made sure that he was safe when doing so. In his independence he when he met other boys, it could be said that he was drawn to roughousing a bit more than they did, and would be slightly quicker to anger than they, but the others just found this to be just who Tim was, and he maintained social stability. It was this independence that led Timothy to meet another young boy who would become one who would change his life forever.
{This huge thing is gonna be done in RP, the rivalry is just a meeting-for-the-first-time type deal}
Rivalry Age 9-10
{For further Details, check Rug's bio on Allistair Sampson}
Nothing beyond his everyday life changed during this point in Tim's life, nothing except his aggression catching up to him, and causing some consiquences for him. This aggression became increasingly evident when he was challenged by another boy about his land. He had had a particularly bad day of chores and was just in an overall bad mood. He had decided to go adventuring alone, as he didn’t really wish to talk to any of the other boys right then. It was then that he came across a boy known as Allistair Sampson. Grumpy as he was and being as young as he was, he, not playfully, but forcefully claimed this land as his in front of the opposing young boy. The boy wouldn’t listen to him though, and soon began to insult and deride Tim about things like how the land belonged to no one and that Tim was some kind of moron for believing otherwise. Tim decided that he was no moron and would let this boy know who he was messing with. He lunged on him and beat him up. He didn’t beat him up too much though, Allistair was too good for that, so he got in a few good punches and then let him go telling him that the same thing would happen if he came over here again.
Tim had decided that he would return to that place, so he could continue to defend his land. He felt so powerful and happy when he defended what was his. When he protected, he made believe that he was the protector of the village that was his land, and that this Allistair was the evil invader. Al came, just as he’d suspected. They fought again, and though Al did better this time, Tim still won. It was then that Al made a surprise attack while he was down. Tim responded by beating him back down. This process would continue over time. Al would come, lose, and walk home in shame. It was the way things went for a good, long time. Though soon, Allistair stopped coming to their little meetings. Tim was slightly confused. He had grown fond of their fights. Tim had even gone so far as to gloat that Al had given up, all about the Plains, hoping it might lure him back. His day of fun soon returned to him though, bearing a bit more confidence than before. Tim didn’t care though, he was still the best. That is until, Allistair beat him that day. Al had come with new tricks, and strategies. He came and pulled off all kinds of different movements and punches, Tim just wasn't as sure as he had been. Though it was still a close fight, Tim lost. He conceded victory. Tim didn’t know what to think. At first he was just shocked. The villan wasn't supposed to win, in his mind. Sure, deep down he knew it to be a game, but over time it had become something more. He had used these games to prove his morals and values true and strong. Maybe though he had them wrong, or maybe he wasn't the one who was right. He decided that he didn’t want that land anymore. He left the creek and didn’t return, left to contemplate things of a ten year old boy who just wasn't sure.
Youth Ages 10-19
Tim developed through that phase in his life, but he never forgot Allistair. He wouldn’t forget him. To Tim, he stood for a rebellion against all things good and worth protecting. He was a mean person who wanted to steal. These feelings lessened in severity and Tim just hung out with other people. He grew a strong sense of compassion and empathy as he got older, as he hadn’t really experienced these feelings before. He’d met the right people, possibly because he was attracted to them after not having such people in his life. Regardless, it was because of them that Tim developed his empathy with such enthusiasm, as it resonated within him to have these feelings.
As with age comes strength, so too comes weakness and frailty of body. Though Slyvor was by no means weak, he was beginning to feel his age. With this came more and more responsibilities on the farm for Tim, and with the growing of his responsibilities, came the growing of his muscles. It was no small land, though it wasn't a grand estate, either. He operated the heavy machinery, carried crop back and forth, he handled virtually all the manual labor as was expected of a farmer. It wasn't all work and now play for Tim, as he would finish work with time to spare in the afternoons, sometimes earlier, and would visit friends. He would hang out with the same friends he had known since childhood, swapping stories, talking about girls and life. They would, on occasion, go off and have their own adventures, just being growing young kids, progressing with each other into adulthood. Here, his compassion was expressed. All his friends were children of neighboring farmers, all of them would work in the fields, though most not as much as Tim. One of their number was even the son of a large plantation owner, and still worked the farms with his father's workers. Things moved fine, normal and smooth for Tim and his friends.
He also began to take what time he didn’t use for friends and the farm to practice his marksmanship. Tim had acquired a old, rugged, moderate sized blaster pistol when he was around eleven years old as a gift from a traveling merchant friend, and would, every so often, test it out or practice with it. He was quite a good shot with it, but his knowledge extended only to that particular pistol, as he had no other weapons of his own. His father knew nothing about his son toting about a lethal blaster weapon, and Tim liked to keep it that way. It would be the only secret he would keep from his father. It also served to fill the gap that Al had built during their young and silly rivalry.
Puberty came during this time for Tim, and it came on a mission. It set to work, increasing his height and sending so much adrenaline through his veins, work became increadibly simplier for him. This compounded with the fact that his muscles seemed to be what was most affected by this coming of age, and the work he did on the farm day in and day out, he grew strong quickly. It was with this too, came his deeper voice that though it wasn't nessisarly deep, it could be remarked as masculine in nature. With his rapid growth in strength and endurance came, not furthered aggression, but strangly, a growing sense of compassion. He began to feel compassionate about all he encountered. He would care for his friends now and what they had to say, his protective nature now multiplied by his growth. He would be remarked as being a gentle giant. Though he was by no means, that massive, or even gentle, in comparison to what he once was he was a strong, lean and caring young man.
So even then would Timothy grow up just like any other teenage Dantooine boy; in respects to working, learning, growing and having fun. Though unbeknownst to him, life would soon take him far away from such a place.
Doom and The DLA Age 19
What started off as a normal day soon gave way to tremendous terror and anger. No one had seen the Sith invasion coming. They struck cold, hard and fast. It was before he even realized it, when Tim was way out in the farmland that he saw the bombers fly over his house, dropping their payload, his father still inside. A feeling welled up inside him like none he’d ever felt. At first, it was absolute numbness, he wanted to run for the house, but he simply couldn’t bring himself to do it. He didn’t even know which way was up, as his world began reeling around him. His next instinct was to run. Not that he wasn’t afraid, but that he wasn’t stupid, the Sith were on the warpath, and he was on it. He ran and ran until he found where other survivors were gathered, mourning. He joined in with them and drowned in his thoughts. His mother, gone before he even knew her. His father, gone without the chance to say goodbye. His home and farm, destroyed and razed by the Sith. He felt hatred for what they had done. They had taken from him what he should have protected. He felt helpless as all he could do was stand by as the explosions tore through the sky. Worst of all, he was alone and worried.
Fear wasn’t something that was in Tim’s vocabulary, however, he didn’t fear that which wasn’t necessary to fear. Things such as the Sith. These Sith would learn their lesson, and he wanted to be the one to teach it to them. How, however, was the biggest question. How would do pull such a thing off? It was just him against them, what could he possibly do? It was then that he had heard the rumors. Rumors of some kind of army of counter-terrorist insurgents, rumors of the Dantooine Liberation Army. He worked tirelessly to track them down and contact them. He wanted to join their efforts, and become one of the protectors, the defenders and the warriors that stood for justice on Dantooine and a symbol of justice throughout the galaxy. He would put his foot down on this Sith scum and send them back to the holes they came from. All he needed to do, was to figure out how.
It didn't take long, as he soon found his one time neighbors to be in cohoots with the DLA. It was through this rumor that Tim doubled his efforts and by happenstance that he found them. He had been walking to a nearby village, hiding along the way so as not to be caught by the Sith patrols, and spotted a convoy coming his way. He ducked behind a sizable patch of brush, and just as they came within fourty yards of him, a group of men rushed out and took them down, quickly and efficeintly. It was quite a sight to see in and of itself, but what struck him more was that he recognized Al Sampson as one of the raiders. He decided that he would approach them, running to keep up as they made their getaway to a supposed checkpoint. He walked up, arms raised, his only possessions the clothes on his back and the gun at his hip. Through a conversation with Al, who he still held a residual grudge against, they cleared things up, and took Tim back to base, where he gained the trust of the leaders, those whom he had known for years (though hadn't really talked much to, being stubborn against his rival, Allistair) and proved himself an effective leader of the security aspect of the DLA. He was promoted and received his tattoo, a symbol of the man was and what he stood for.
Attributes: [/i]
Physical Strength: 7
Intelligence:5
Speed: 4
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 5
Alignment: +2
RP Sample:
((Set before the Sith landing))
Heey Dendel, how's it been? Wife treatin' you well?
Dendel Harvey rarely ever paid Tim a visit, but when he did, he loved his company. Dendel always had some good news or something interesting to talk about, and while out on the farm, any conversation was welcome one.
Ahh... you know how it is.
I told you not to get married at your age, shoulda waited a bit longer. Tim replied with a laugh.
Ah, that's not it, we're doin' fine considering. Nah, I'm just a bit unsettled at a more recent developement.
He was using larger terms, something that normally wasn't a good sign, Dendel had had a real education from a university before settling on Dantooine for reasons on one knew or bothered to find out, and was only a few years older than Tim.
It's about those gorram Sith. I hear they been gettin' bolder an' bolder. Some rumors say they'll even be after Dantooine. Ooh, it's bad tidings I say.
Jack leaned on his shovel. Ah... they're just rumors Dendel, that's all. I'm sure we'll all be just fine. You're worryin' too much about it.
Well, you can never know with these things.
Aye, truest thing I heard all day. Well, you take care of yourself. He said as they shook hands.
Yeeup, same to you Timothy... same to you.
Tim returned to his work, thoughts of the Sith Empire and his family swirling in his mind. He couldn't lose these things, it would be just too much to bear. If the Sith came, he felt he would have to resist, but how could they? The galaxy was a big and complicated place, he would just have to deal with things as they came, though he felt they were all in for the worst. He returned to his work, with nothing to do but hope.
{I understand this is before a major change in Tim's life, but his interactions with others are primarily the same ;D (It's kinda cheesy, too, I know)}
