Corr Starburner
New Member
NAME: Corr Starburner
[SIZE=12pt]FACTION: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]unaffiliated[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]RANK: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]None[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]SPECIES: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Lothan [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Human[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]AGE: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]24[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]SEX: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Male[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]HEIGHT: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]5’ 11”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]WEIGHT: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]210lbs[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]EYES: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Brown[/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]/[/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Hazel[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]HAIR: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Dark [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Brown[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]SKIN: Tanned[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]FORCE SENSITIVE: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Yes[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=12pt]STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]++ [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Flat Footed[/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]: Corr is always thinking of the worst possible outcome, and how to think around it. What’s the worst that could happen is an answer he normally has the answer for. Meet me at this place, usually means come get ambushed. Pay me for information that you almost most certainly already know or i’m lying through my teeth for some extra credits. Expect the worst, and you’ll never be disappointed.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]++ [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Nimble Fingered[/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]: Having to roll his own vice to avoid any seriously harmful items being added, as well as constant gun cleaning and repair, with a mix of shady card games has left Corr with some tricky fingers. His sleight of hand works well with him reloading, hiding things in his sleeves, or slipping out of binds.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]+/- [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Good Nature:[/SIZE][SIZE=12pt] Corr went into the ‘Missing Person’ business not for the money, or teh fame or recognition(no matter what he tells ya’). He did namely to help people the best way he knows how. Finding folks, and bringing ‘em home.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]+/- [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Old Reliable:[/SIZE][SIZE=12pt] Growing up on a backwater planet, and not having the sense of mind to learn how a blaster works, Corr prefers the cold steel of firin’ bullets. Slugthrowers are his go to. Sure blasters are more effective against armor, but when you’re just looking for people when are you gonna come across armor that’ll stop a bullet?[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]--[/SIZE][SIZE=12pt] Complex Vice:[/SIZE][SIZE=12pt] Wanting to avoid the harmful stigma of death sticks, and their chemical additives Corr went to his own devices to come up with a solution. A plant that’s grown, then dried out then rolled into a smokeable device served him plenty. Larger and more thicker than your average death stick, with only organic materials which despite being less deadly, is still addictive. He grows, rolls, and supplies himself. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]-- [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Verge of Bankruptcy:[/SIZE][SIZE=12pt] Finding missing people is a full time hobby. And an expensive one. Information costs a fortune, travel costs a fortune, getting that person home or word that that person isn’t dead costs a fortune. That, coupled with his more expensive choice of self defense, and expensive habit.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]BIOGRAPHY:[/SIZE]
Born a unwanted son to a farming family, ungrateful father left him and his mother behind. Corr grew up his family's ranch. With his mother blaming him for his father's disappearance, Corr was belittled every day. "You'll never be anything!" She cursed him, spitting at him. When he came of age, he frequented the local watering hole. Often he took to drinking one too many, and causing one to many fights. Figured that if you start the fights, and get thrown out, you don't have to pay for your drinks. And all he had to do was hop from one bar to another, and being from where he was from, there was plenty. When his family's farm was bought out, Corr had nowhere to go. He was lost. Drinking didn't help, and not having work made eating even harder.
Corr turned to a life of petty crime. Mugging people for cash so he can buy food. Stealing what he couldn't afford. He knew what he was doing was wrong, but a fella had to eat somehow. Finally caught and put into the local drunk tank, he eyed the board across the way. It was covered with missing persons, and Corr could've swore he saw one of those kids before. Sobered, and now free Corr went out looking for that missing person. He made it to the place where he thought he had seen the child before. What was weirder, was that Corr had never been here before, so why did it seem familiar to him? Before him lay an abandoned building, covered with gang graffiti and empty bottles of booze. Corr walked up the steps and opened the door.
The door led into an old hallway. Rotted floorboard, mildewed walls, and dusty air were the motif as he moved forward. Voices echoed softly in a room ahead.
"So, what're going to do to the boy?"
"Kill him, and dump him. After the ransom of course."
"Makes sense, can't have him making any witness claims."
Corr burst around the corner and with a quick punch, caught one of three gang members in his jaw. The gang member's hands went up to his jaw, and Corr went for his holster. Grabbing his gun, Corr grabbed his collar and spun him around to hide behind him. Blaster fire echoed and singed the man he was holding. The body grew more heavy suddenly, a sign that the man was now dead, and Cor fired the gun he had grabbed. Smoke and fire filled the air as Corr unleashed two shots from the slug throwing weapon in his hand. The other two gang members hit the ground, and Corr released the third one. In the corner of the room, was a trunk. Blasting the lock off of it, and opening the lid revealed the lost child. "Alright, c'mon. No time for dawdlin' let's go." Corr said, picking the malnourished, abused, and near dead child in his arms.
Returning to the police with the child, Corr had explained what had happened and how he had found him. The police thanked him for his work, gave him some reward money. Some for taking out the gang members who had been terrorising the streets, and some for bringing the child in alive. As he counted his new credits, and stepped outside he was met by the family of the child whom he had saved. He recognized the father. He had mugged him a few weeks back in a drunken stupor. The man didn't say anything except. "Thank you, for saving our boy. When I had lost our money, I was scared that I had lost our only chance to save our son." The man then embraced Corr and whispered into his ear. "You are forgiven." And teary eyed the man pulled away, leaving a now emotionally confused Corr alone.
Corr decided that perhaps he could take up bounty hunting in a sense. Looking at more lost posters, and gathering information along the way. He would talk to folks and get snippets of info, he'd bribe officials, intimidate gang members, real detective work. He'd almost always find the person he was looking for. Some of them, he's still looking for, others he wish he'd never found. Now he's been doing this for years, and it's grown on him.
[SIZE=12pt]SHIP:[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=12pt]KILLS:[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=12pt]BOUNTIES COLLECTED:[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=12pt]ROLE-PLAYS:[/SIZE]
A gun, A job, and an Act of Mercy
[SIZE=12pt]FACTION: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]unaffiliated[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]RANK: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]None[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]SPECIES: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Lothan [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Human[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]AGE: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]24[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]SEX: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Male[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]HEIGHT: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]5’ 11”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]WEIGHT: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]210lbs[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]EYES: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Brown[/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]/[/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Hazel[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]HAIR: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Dark [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Brown[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]SKIN: Tanned[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]FORCE SENSITIVE: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Yes[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]++ [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Flat Footed[/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]: Corr is always thinking of the worst possible outcome, and how to think around it. What’s the worst that could happen is an answer he normally has the answer for. Meet me at this place, usually means come get ambushed. Pay me for information that you almost most certainly already know or i’m lying through my teeth for some extra credits. Expect the worst, and you’ll never be disappointed.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]++ [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Nimble Fingered[/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]: Having to roll his own vice to avoid any seriously harmful items being added, as well as constant gun cleaning and repair, with a mix of shady card games has left Corr with some tricky fingers. His sleight of hand works well with him reloading, hiding things in his sleeves, or slipping out of binds.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]+/- [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Good Nature:[/SIZE][SIZE=12pt] Corr went into the ‘Missing Person’ business not for the money, or teh fame or recognition(no matter what he tells ya’). He did namely to help people the best way he knows how. Finding folks, and bringing ‘em home.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]+/- [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Old Reliable:[/SIZE][SIZE=12pt] Growing up on a backwater planet, and not having the sense of mind to learn how a blaster works, Corr prefers the cold steel of firin’ bullets. Slugthrowers are his go to. Sure blasters are more effective against armor, but when you’re just looking for people when are you gonna come across armor that’ll stop a bullet?[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]--[/SIZE][SIZE=12pt] Complex Vice:[/SIZE][SIZE=12pt] Wanting to avoid the harmful stigma of death sticks, and their chemical additives Corr went to his own devices to come up with a solution. A plant that’s grown, then dried out then rolled into a smokeable device served him plenty. Larger and more thicker than your average death stick, with only organic materials which despite being less deadly, is still addictive. He grows, rolls, and supplies himself. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]-- [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Verge of Bankruptcy:[/SIZE][SIZE=12pt] Finding missing people is a full time hobby. And an expensive one. Information costs a fortune, travel costs a fortune, getting that person home or word that that person isn’t dead costs a fortune. That, coupled with his more expensive choice of self defense, and expensive habit.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]BIOGRAPHY:[/SIZE]
Born a unwanted son to a farming family, ungrateful father left him and his mother behind. Corr grew up his family's ranch. With his mother blaming him for his father's disappearance, Corr was belittled every day. "You'll never be anything!" She cursed him, spitting at him. When he came of age, he frequented the local watering hole. Often he took to drinking one too many, and causing one to many fights. Figured that if you start the fights, and get thrown out, you don't have to pay for your drinks. And all he had to do was hop from one bar to another, and being from where he was from, there was plenty. When his family's farm was bought out, Corr had nowhere to go. He was lost. Drinking didn't help, and not having work made eating even harder.
Corr turned to a life of petty crime. Mugging people for cash so he can buy food. Stealing what he couldn't afford. He knew what he was doing was wrong, but a fella had to eat somehow. Finally caught and put into the local drunk tank, he eyed the board across the way. It was covered with missing persons, and Corr could've swore he saw one of those kids before. Sobered, and now free Corr went out looking for that missing person. He made it to the place where he thought he had seen the child before. What was weirder, was that Corr had never been here before, so why did it seem familiar to him? Before him lay an abandoned building, covered with gang graffiti and empty bottles of booze. Corr walked up the steps and opened the door.
The door led into an old hallway. Rotted floorboard, mildewed walls, and dusty air were the motif as he moved forward. Voices echoed softly in a room ahead.
"So, what're going to do to the boy?"
"Kill him, and dump him. After the ransom of course."
"Makes sense, can't have him making any witness claims."
Corr burst around the corner and with a quick punch, caught one of three gang members in his jaw. The gang member's hands went up to his jaw, and Corr went for his holster. Grabbing his gun, Corr grabbed his collar and spun him around to hide behind him. Blaster fire echoed and singed the man he was holding. The body grew more heavy suddenly, a sign that the man was now dead, and Cor fired the gun he had grabbed. Smoke and fire filled the air as Corr unleashed two shots from the slug throwing weapon in his hand. The other two gang members hit the ground, and Corr released the third one. In the corner of the room, was a trunk. Blasting the lock off of it, and opening the lid revealed the lost child. "Alright, c'mon. No time for dawdlin' let's go." Corr said, picking the malnourished, abused, and near dead child in his arms.
Returning to the police with the child, Corr had explained what had happened and how he had found him. The police thanked him for his work, gave him some reward money. Some for taking out the gang members who had been terrorising the streets, and some for bringing the child in alive. As he counted his new credits, and stepped outside he was met by the family of the child whom he had saved. He recognized the father. He had mugged him a few weeks back in a drunken stupor. The man didn't say anything except. "Thank you, for saving our boy. When I had lost our money, I was scared that I had lost our only chance to save our son." The man then embraced Corr and whispered into his ear. "You are forgiven." And teary eyed the man pulled away, leaving a now emotionally confused Corr alone.
Corr decided that perhaps he could take up bounty hunting in a sense. Looking at more lost posters, and gathering information along the way. He would talk to folks and get snippets of info, he'd bribe officials, intimidate gang members, real detective work. He'd almost always find the person he was looking for. Some of them, he's still looking for, others he wish he'd never found. Now he's been doing this for years, and it's grown on him.
[SIZE=12pt]SHIP:[/SIZE]
-
[SIZE=12pt]KILLS:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]-[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]BOUNTIES COLLECTED:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]-[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]ROLE-PLAYS:[/SIZE]
A gun, A job, and an Act of Mercy
