Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2012 21:37:33 GMT -5
* Name: Jan Surik
* Age: 21
* Gender: Male
* Species: Human
* Affiliation: His money
* Home-world: Nar Shaddaa
* Appearance: Jan Surik has always had a relatively unassuming, easy-going appearance - one that allows him to blend in easily with the crowds he chooses to associate himself with. Standing at around 5'7" and in possession of a curly mop of black hair, Jan also possesses keen green eyes and skin of a relative colour. He can usually be found wearing form-fitting armour or any variation of casual clothes. Sometimes he can even be found with a different hair colour entirely.
* Weapons: Though a smuggler, Jan cheerfully prefers melee weapons, and as such his primary weapon is a vibroblade fitting with a cortosis weave. He often says that the hum makes sneaking around all the more fun. Still, for safety's sake, he also carries around a blaster fitted with a targeting scope.
* Bio (short version):
Jan Surik is and always has been a criminal of some calibre, but perhaps that can only be expected of a youth born and raised in the disgusting slums of Nar Shaddaa, though to anyone who asks he is often quoted as spinning a very believable story of a childhood spent on the planet Dantooine. Make no mistake, these are false, but Jan has always been the sibling to downplay things, which was often the cause of many a rift or argument between himself and his older sister, Moira, with whom he would spend hours scouring the slums and hanging by some of the more prominent bars such as "The Burning Deck."
His father a refugee and his mother long since dead, Jan nevertheless grew up a flatterer, worming his way into the "good" graces of many with his natural charisma and boyish charm; however, when he was nine and his sister twelve, they were taken away from Nar Shaddaa by their father, who had somehow managed to amass a small amount of money through unknown means.
Excited by the prospect of a new planet, Jan settled happily on the lower levels of Coruscant, his mind becoming more and more shrewd while his exterior remained harmless to look at, and his outward personality continued to be one of a boyish charmer.
At first devastated when the Jedi came for his sister, Jan was persuaded to let her go, knowing his sister was miserable and resentful of their home in Coruscant's less-than-reputable areas, though he still harbours bitter emotions towards her.
Throwing himself into more... illegal affairs, Jan returned to Coruscant a mere three years after his sister's departure, where he continued to learn tips and tools of the trade, as well as how to handle weapons (beyond what he already knew). He soon became fully immersed in the smuggling world, eventually acquiring his own ship, the Harbinger's Wing. He is relatively well-known in the undergrounds of Coruscant and Nar Shaddaa.
* Sample RP:
Yourself
Name: Erin
Age: --
Years of (RP) experience: Enough that I should be better at writing character histories, but apparently am not.
Character Roster
* Age: 21
* Gender: Male
* Species: Human
* Affiliation: His money
* Home-world: Nar Shaddaa
* Appearance: Jan Surik has always had a relatively unassuming, easy-going appearance - one that allows him to blend in easily with the crowds he chooses to associate himself with. Standing at around 5'7" and in possession of a curly mop of black hair, Jan also possesses keen green eyes and skin of a relative colour. He can usually be found wearing form-fitting armour or any variation of casual clothes. Sometimes he can even be found with a different hair colour entirely.
* Weapons: Though a smuggler, Jan cheerfully prefers melee weapons, and as such his primary weapon is a vibroblade fitting with a cortosis weave. He often says that the hum makes sneaking around all the more fun. Still, for safety's sake, he also carries around a blaster fitted with a targeting scope.
* Bio (short version):
Jan Surik is and always has been a criminal of some calibre, but perhaps that can only be expected of a youth born and raised in the disgusting slums of Nar Shaddaa, though to anyone who asks he is often quoted as spinning a very believable story of a childhood spent on the planet Dantooine. Make no mistake, these are false, but Jan has always been the sibling to downplay things, which was often the cause of many a rift or argument between himself and his older sister, Moira, with whom he would spend hours scouring the slums and hanging by some of the more prominent bars such as "The Burning Deck."
His father a refugee and his mother long since dead, Jan nevertheless grew up a flatterer, worming his way into the "good" graces of many with his natural charisma and boyish charm; however, when he was nine and his sister twelve, they were taken away from Nar Shaddaa by their father, who had somehow managed to amass a small amount of money through unknown means.
Excited by the prospect of a new planet, Jan settled happily on the lower levels of Coruscant, his mind becoming more and more shrewd while his exterior remained harmless to look at, and his outward personality continued to be one of a boyish charmer.
At first devastated when the Jedi came for his sister, Jan was persuaded to let her go, knowing his sister was miserable and resentful of their home in Coruscant's less-than-reputable areas, though he still harbours bitter emotions towards her.
Throwing himself into more... illegal affairs, Jan returned to Coruscant a mere three years after his sister's departure, where he continued to learn tips and tools of the trade, as well as how to handle weapons (beyond what he already knew). He soon became fully immersed in the smuggling world, eventually acquiring his own ship, the Harbinger's Wing. He is relatively well-known in the undergrounds of Coruscant and Nar Shaddaa.
* Sample RP:
OLD POST.
Hunting Jedi was never an easy task. They were wily creatures, prone to moments of seemingly irrational thought an outbursts of irritating nobleness, and coupled with their love of trouble, well... It just brought him back to his first task. But there was an upside to all of this, after all, just as there was a downside. After all, hunting and killing such Knights may he hard, but tracking them was an entirely different matter. After all, where Jedi went, trouble followed, even in times of 'peace', so it was never really that hard to locate them, unless they decided to put that 'wily' trait into use. Even then, though, he could locate them - after all, he knew their tricks and their secrets; he could track them through the Force like no other Bounty Hunter could. He was famous for it, in fact, and very high in demand if one wanted a particularly pesky Jedi out of the way. He made his living off of that reputation.
Which was why it incensed him so much when his target died right before his eyes, before he could even pull the trigger on his blaster.
Stunned hazel eyes watched the Jedi fall into a graceless slump, her lightsaber rolling from her hand as the smell of burnt flesh filled the air. Behind her stood the three Clone Troopers she had been leading, and what stunned the ex-Jedi the most was the fact that the shot had come from them.
The Clone Troopers had purposefully killed a Jedi.
Sith spit.
His anger rising, the Bounty Hunter hissed and fired three shots, guiding them towards his nameless targets with practised ease. Sure, they fired at him in return, but they could not hit what they couldn't see, and in less than three minutes there were three more bodies joining the Jedi's on the floor.
Leaping down from his perch, the ex-Jedi moved cautiously towards the body of the fallen Jedi, an expression of puzzlement reflecting in his eyes. How strange this was.
Lor'Ta Shen, Zabrak female, age 31.
Target deceased.
His job was done. Not by his own hands, perhaps, but it was finished all the same. Now all he had to do was report back to his client and receive his money.
But the sudden eruption of blaster fire threatened to make that more difficult than he had planned.
Hunting Jedi was never an easy task. They were wily creatures, prone to moments of seemingly irrational thought an outbursts of irritating nobleness, and coupled with their love of trouble, well... It just brought him back to his first task. But there was an upside to all of this, after all, just as there was a downside. After all, hunting and killing such Knights may he hard, but tracking them was an entirely different matter. After all, where Jedi went, trouble followed, even in times of 'peace', so it was never really that hard to locate them, unless they decided to put that 'wily' trait into use. Even then, though, he could locate them - after all, he knew their tricks and their secrets; he could track them through the Force like no other Bounty Hunter could. He was famous for it, in fact, and very high in demand if one wanted a particularly pesky Jedi out of the way. He made his living off of that reputation.
Which was why it incensed him so much when his target died right before his eyes, before he could even pull the trigger on his blaster.
Stunned hazel eyes watched the Jedi fall into a graceless slump, her lightsaber rolling from her hand as the smell of burnt flesh filled the air. Behind her stood the three Clone Troopers she had been leading, and what stunned the ex-Jedi the most was the fact that the shot had come from them.
The Clone Troopers had purposefully killed a Jedi.
Sith spit.
His anger rising, the Bounty Hunter hissed and fired three shots, guiding them towards his nameless targets with practised ease. Sure, they fired at him in return, but they could not hit what they couldn't see, and in less than three minutes there were three more bodies joining the Jedi's on the floor.
Leaping down from his perch, the ex-Jedi moved cautiously towards the body of the fallen Jedi, an expression of puzzlement reflecting in his eyes. How strange this was.
Lor'Ta Shen, Zabrak female, age 31.
Target deceased.
His job was done. Not by his own hands, perhaps, but it was finished all the same. Now all he had to do was report back to his client and receive his money.
But the sudden eruption of blaster fire threatened to make that more difficult than he had planned.
Yourself
Name: Erin
Age: --
Years of (RP) experience: Enough that I should be better at writing character histories, but apparently am not.
Character Roster
