Courier
Character
ORIGINAL NAME: Devlan. He dropped his birthname as he began to build his reputation.
FACTION: Currently Unaligned
OCCUPATION: "Fastest courier service this side of the Trade Spine." Aka, professional smuggler.
SPECIES: Lepi
HOMEWORLD: Couruscant
AGE: 23
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 5'11", not including ears
WEIGHT: 120 lbs (naturally lanky, also underweight)
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Same as fur
FUR: Mostly black and brown, with splotches of white. Similar to a tortoiseshell cat.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes; untrained.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
[+] He Fast: On foot most sentients can't even hope to keep up with him. He's agile, with enough endurance to withstand sprinting for long periods of time, and is an excellent parkour runner.
[+] Vehicular Savant: Knows his way around various engines, speeders, freighters, podracers, and fighters alike, and can pilot them just as well, especially at breakneck speeds.
[+] Goes with his Gut: Perhaps not always a strength, but he's sensitive enough to the Force to have improved reflexes and judgment when it comes to split-second maneuvers and decisions.
[+] Decent Shot: Times are tough, and not every situation can be resolved by running away. This rabbit's got a gun, and he's not afraid to use it.
[-] Dead Inside: Throughout his life, Courier has found himself empty, devoid of purpose or reason. Lonliness and sadness plague this bun daily when he's not in a cockpit or fleeing authority.
[-] Introvert: A natural consequence of the above, Courier often avoids more talking than is necessary.
[-] Outlaw: Nothing will stop this Lepi in his quest for speed, not even the law. He has warrants for his arrest on several worlds, almost always due to speeding and reckless driving. A mishap that lead a syndicate to be dissatisfied with his services has also put his life itself in jeopardy.
[-] Unscrupulous: Courier doesn't care what sort of jobs he takes, as long as the delivery timeframe is anywhere between As Soon As Possible to Near-Impossible. While they sometimes involve above-board transportation of sensitive data that carries too much risk to be sent via the Holonet, more often than not he can be found smuggling drugs, money, and weapons for high-profile criminal syndicates in record time.
APPEARANCE:
Courier is often unkempt and tired-looking, only really lighting up when pushing a speedometer into the red zone. He wears an orange and white flight suit, stained with dirt and grease from fine-tuning the engines of his personal vehicles.
BIOGRAPHY:
Born on Coruscant as Devlan to a large clan that had "colonized" a small part of Coruscant's massive underbelly, he was set to be a part of the family's large mechanic business. Unfortunately, the massive amount of factions and their militaries rampaging through the planet trying to claim it as their own and a suspicious fire left his family decimated in numbers. Unable to be supported, he was reluctantly left to become a ward of the state with other, younger brothers and sisters that weren't old enough to help earn money for the devastated clan.
Naturally, with the instability surrounding the planet, the education, shelter and nourishment they got was scant at best, nonexistent at worst. But Coruscant's criminal underground was large and in charge through it all, and more than willing to pay the destitute to do their dirty work.
He was caught up in all of that. Smuggling and selling drugs and weapons was a part of his daily life. And seeing no other alternative to it, with how his life was going...he strove to become the best at it he could possibly be, eventually running and navigating the vast underground of his sector of the city-planet relatively easily. He also seemed to have a knack for the mechanic's life he was originally destined for, learning and working on a junked swoop bike to get himself safer travel in the underground when ferrying contraband.
But he wanted out, more than anything else. And after he saved up enough to purchase a hunk-of-junk freighter and the materials needed to fix it, he absconded right quick, much to the chagrin of the brothers and sisters he'd been managing to keep in touch with.
Through a series of various misadventures he found himself much of the same that he did in the underbelly of Coruscant, however, albeit paid a lot more handsomely for his work where smugglers like himself were less common and less brazen. Up until now he's been smuggling, saving money and pushing the limits of speed to become faster and more efficient, and to satisfy the speed demon that had been growing inside him ever since he first got his hands on his first swoop bike.
But for all his enterprising and hard work, the Lepi never truly felt accomplished. Perhaps it was due to the siblings he'd left behind, or the nature of the work he did itself, or maybe just something in his genetic makeup...but he never truly felt life worth living after he left Coruscant. He still plods on, but the days are getting harder to stomach for him. Something in him is begging for a change...especially when every single day felt one step away from falling apart for him.
Something had to give. But what?
Only time will tell.
POSSESSIONS:
- A small freighter with a powerful, illegally-manufactured hyperdrive he received as payment for one of his jobs, large enough to carry his speeder, swoop bike, and hide contraband without looking too suspicious. Due to the nature of his work, he lives out of it more often than not.
- Souped-up swoop bike. His preferred method of transportation.
- Equally souped-up landspeeder, for heavier loads delivered just as quick.
- BAW-56 Blaster Pistol, purchased during a spending binge inspired by an aimless desire to invest in his non-existent business he'd been planning to start for the past 3 years. Still hella fun to use.
- JN-3 Auger Personal Shield, same as above.
KILLS:
N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
ROLE-PLAYS:
Coming Sooooon