The Artist
NAME: Aleksandr Stirsea
FACTION: Unaffiliated
RANK: None
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 19
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6 foot one inch
WEIGHT: 150 pounds
EYES: Vibrant light blue
HAIR: Honey-blond
SKIN: Pale white with rosy flushes of red
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
APPEARANCE:
Fairly tall, even for his age, Aleksandr could be described as lanky with his gangly hanging limbs and sinewy frame. Circumstances have left the young man skinnier than most, but he still has a strong physique despite the occasional lack of nutrition. His hair is a soft honey-blond- a gift from his mother- his eyes are the same as his father's sky blue hues. His skin is pale white, with splotches of red that flush his cheeks and dots of freckles that dapple his nose.
BIOGRAPHY:
Aleksandr was born in the fringe of Galactic Alliance space in 864 ABY on the planet known as Atrisia to Vitor Stirsea and his wife Annelle Sandoll. His father was an "aristocrat", though by the time Aleksandr was born the Stirsea's were little more than impoverished nobility that lost more and more influence every day. Vitor had been born the fourth son of a fourth son, and as such, whatever noble blood that ran through his veins afforded him few comforts and even fewer opportunities. To provide for his family, Vitor signed on with the Galactic Alliance Defense Force, serving in the infantry as a shock trooper and later with a stint in the starfighter corps. The money was enough to keep a roof over the families head and food on the table (most nights), but it could not cover the expenses of the tragedy that would strike early. When Aleksandr was only 5 years old his mother fell ill, her conditioning worsening every day until she could no longer work her job as a barmaid in the various dive bars on the south side of Atrisia City. Vitor returned from the battle lines of the Alliance, but there was nothing he could do for his ailing wife but give her comfort in her final days. The young Aleksandr did not first understand why his mother couldn't come home from the hospital, but when he saw her lowered into the earth in the cities graveyard he grasped the finality of the situation. Vitor could not return to duty after the death of Annelle, not with an infant in his sole care. Instead he secured a job running the security at the Royal Academy of Arts on Atrisia, his years of experience as a professional soldier doing him wonders in the application process. With his newfound connections at a state of the art facility that would normally never look twice at a gutter rat like Aleksandr, Vitor swiped up both employment and education for his son in one fell swoop.
Growing up at the Royal Academy was a sharp contrast for the now seven year old Aleksandr. The boys and girls that surrounded him were no longer the sons of gunslingers, miners, and factory operators. Almost everyone he came across had roots in the old blood and money of Atrisia, and many and more were legacy students of famous alumni stretching hundreds of years back in the academy's history. Aleksandr was foreign to them, fresh meat to be chewed up and spat back out, but the crafty son of a soldier would not allow himself to be made low by nobles that had never gone hungry a day in their lives. Aleksandr used his dedication to achieve outstanding grades at the top of his class, though his stubbornness did cause him to butt heads with some of the other students at the school. He developed his charisma as a means of turning his rivals at the Academy into his allies, and perhaps as a way to cope with the losses in his life. He gained a true love for art during his time at the academy, practicing his skills on his father's retired blasters and Galactic Alliance issued body armor. Aleksandr was in his second to last year of schooling when tragedy struck again, his father dying as a result of a "mugging". In reality, the older nobility had seen his prominent rise from minor noble to respected community member, and they sought to end his newfound popularity before it reached new heights. The circumstances of his murder were muddy at best and the result of deep corruption at worst, and Aleksandr knew that with the death of his father came the eyes of the public on him. The scion of Stirsea did not wait around to be eliminated next, gathering his father's old arms and armor, as many credits in his families fund as he could, and all the clothes and emergency items he could pack. Aleksandr attempted to secure passage on a mining freighter set for New Imperial space, only to find that agents of the Atrisian nobles had been sent to meet him. With no options left but to fight, Aleksandr discovered his sensitivity to the Force, throwing his pursuers away without laying a hand on them. Despite his confusion, Aleksandr took the moment of respite to stow away on the freighter and make his getaway, landing on the planet of Iridium in NIO space.
Aleksandr made his keep with the skills he had acquired during his few years, commissioning art under the alias Sandoll, his mother's maiden name. He took odd jobs when employers needed a hired gun with some skill, and more often than not they were of the illegal variety. Living on the street wasn't so hard for Aleks, and he never stayed in one place too long, fearful of enemies from his past or adversaries yet to come. Eventually Aleksandr left NIO space entirely, relocating to a planet outside the border of the Sith Empire, a place he thought he could settle for a while at the least. A frigid planet named Cadomai Prime in the Outer Rim that had a rich culture of artistic expression that he hoped he could bring his talents to. Settling in the capitol city of Brella, Aleksandr has managed to avoid raising suspicion among the native Snivvians, returning to his routine of securing odd jobs and selling art under a callsign. His hope for a fresh start is on Cadomai, but questions about his strength in the Force still plague him, and darker forces stir on the Sith Empire border, seeking force users with power to meld to their liking.
SHIP:
No ship as of yet.
KILLS:
None.
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
None.
ROLE-PLAYS:
FACTION: Unaffiliated
RANK: None
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 19
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6 foot one inch
WEIGHT: 150 pounds
EYES: Vibrant light blue
HAIR: Honey-blond
SKIN: Pale white with rosy flushes of red
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
- Aleksandr has an air of charisma that pervades his personality and captivates those around him. More often than not, this natural facet of his life is used to talk him out of trouble or gain friends where he has none.
- Aleksandr is an ace with laser weapons, whether they be blaster pistols, rifles, or reconfigurables. He has the most experience with the RSKF-44 model of heavy blaster pistol, a "gift" from his father's time serving as a soldier.
- Aleksandr is stubborn young man, and when he has a plan of action in mind he is rather hard to deter. This often presents itself in him refusing to believe when he is wrong, and very begrudgingly accepting better ideas.
- Aleksandr is not generally of an angry disposition, but he is quick to perceive comments as slights and fire up his temper in retaliation, even in the face of constructive critique.
APPEARANCE:
Fairly tall, even for his age, Aleksandr could be described as lanky with his gangly hanging limbs and sinewy frame. Circumstances have left the young man skinnier than most, but he still has a strong physique despite the occasional lack of nutrition. His hair is a soft honey-blond- a gift from his mother- his eyes are the same as his father's sky blue hues. His skin is pale white, with splotches of red that flush his cheeks and dots of freckles that dapple his nose.
BIOGRAPHY:
Aleksandr was born in the fringe of Galactic Alliance space in 864 ABY on the planet known as Atrisia to Vitor Stirsea and his wife Annelle Sandoll. His father was an "aristocrat", though by the time Aleksandr was born the Stirsea's were little more than impoverished nobility that lost more and more influence every day. Vitor had been born the fourth son of a fourth son, and as such, whatever noble blood that ran through his veins afforded him few comforts and even fewer opportunities. To provide for his family, Vitor signed on with the Galactic Alliance Defense Force, serving in the infantry as a shock trooper and later with a stint in the starfighter corps. The money was enough to keep a roof over the families head and food on the table (most nights), but it could not cover the expenses of the tragedy that would strike early. When Aleksandr was only 5 years old his mother fell ill, her conditioning worsening every day until she could no longer work her job as a barmaid in the various dive bars on the south side of Atrisia City. Vitor returned from the battle lines of the Alliance, but there was nothing he could do for his ailing wife but give her comfort in her final days. The young Aleksandr did not first understand why his mother couldn't come home from the hospital, but when he saw her lowered into the earth in the cities graveyard he grasped the finality of the situation. Vitor could not return to duty after the death of Annelle, not with an infant in his sole care. Instead he secured a job running the security at the Royal Academy of Arts on Atrisia, his years of experience as a professional soldier doing him wonders in the application process. With his newfound connections at a state of the art facility that would normally never look twice at a gutter rat like Aleksandr, Vitor swiped up both employment and education for his son in one fell swoop.
Growing up at the Royal Academy was a sharp contrast for the now seven year old Aleksandr. The boys and girls that surrounded him were no longer the sons of gunslingers, miners, and factory operators. Almost everyone he came across had roots in the old blood and money of Atrisia, and many and more were legacy students of famous alumni stretching hundreds of years back in the academy's history. Aleksandr was foreign to them, fresh meat to be chewed up and spat back out, but the crafty son of a soldier would not allow himself to be made low by nobles that had never gone hungry a day in their lives. Aleksandr used his dedication to achieve outstanding grades at the top of his class, though his stubbornness did cause him to butt heads with some of the other students at the school. He developed his charisma as a means of turning his rivals at the Academy into his allies, and perhaps as a way to cope with the losses in his life. He gained a true love for art during his time at the academy, practicing his skills on his father's retired blasters and Galactic Alliance issued body armor. Aleksandr was in his second to last year of schooling when tragedy struck again, his father dying as a result of a "mugging". In reality, the older nobility had seen his prominent rise from minor noble to respected community member, and they sought to end his newfound popularity before it reached new heights. The circumstances of his murder were muddy at best and the result of deep corruption at worst, and Aleksandr knew that with the death of his father came the eyes of the public on him. The scion of Stirsea did not wait around to be eliminated next, gathering his father's old arms and armor, as many credits in his families fund as he could, and all the clothes and emergency items he could pack. Aleksandr attempted to secure passage on a mining freighter set for New Imperial space, only to find that agents of the Atrisian nobles had been sent to meet him. With no options left but to fight, Aleksandr discovered his sensitivity to the Force, throwing his pursuers away without laying a hand on them. Despite his confusion, Aleksandr took the moment of respite to stow away on the freighter and make his getaway, landing on the planet of Iridium in NIO space.
Aleksandr made his keep with the skills he had acquired during his few years, commissioning art under the alias Sandoll, his mother's maiden name. He took odd jobs when employers needed a hired gun with some skill, and more often than not they were of the illegal variety. Living on the street wasn't so hard for Aleks, and he never stayed in one place too long, fearful of enemies from his past or adversaries yet to come. Eventually Aleksandr left NIO space entirely, relocating to a planet outside the border of the Sith Empire, a place he thought he could settle for a while at the least. A frigid planet named Cadomai Prime in the Outer Rim that had a rich culture of artistic expression that he hoped he could bring his talents to. Settling in the capitol city of Brella, Aleksandr has managed to avoid raising suspicion among the native Snivvians, returning to his routine of securing odd jobs and selling art under a callsign. His hope for a fresh start is on Cadomai, but questions about his strength in the Force still plague him, and darker forces stir on the Sith Empire border, seeking force users with power to meld to their liking.
SHIP:
No ship as of yet.
KILLS:
None.
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
None.
ROLE-PLAYS:
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