Crosten Feyn
Active Member
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Name: Crosten Feyn
FACTION: Independent
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 45
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'1
WEIGHT: 190 lbs
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Black
SKIN: Medium
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
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APPEARANCE:
A man of average height and muscular build; his face lined with wrinkles of aging and a thin goatee with a permanent 5'oclock shadow. His style of clothes trends towards articles that draw little attention; usually tailored towards whatever planet or culture his destination happens to be.
PERSONALITY:
Crosten maintains a gruff and straightforward exterior, preferring to hold his cards close to his chest in dealings with others; a pragmatic attitude borne from a life’s career as a smuggler and imparted wisdom from his late mentor. To close friends and confidants he displays a friendlier and warmer demeanour, though he talks with brevity and maintains his semi-stoic attitude.
Now well into his forties, he has matured greatly from his days as a miscreant youth. Far more aware of and responsible in taking risks; his passion and drive for it hasn’t waned over the decades. While he’s too businesslike to accept risk without suitable reward, the notion of danger does little to deter him. Naturally, he is an avid gambler as well.
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Strengths:
Blaster proficiency: Skilled with a blaster and a fast shot with the weapon. While he is no marksman, Crosten is very accurate straight off the draw.
Calculating: Crosten is wise, and of strategic mindset.
Weaknesses:
Aging: While strong, Crosten is not quite as spry or nimble as he used to be, and attempts at strenuous physical feats may result in injury.
Outlaw: His illicit activities have likely attracted the ire of organizations and individuals whom might have an issue to settle.
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Crosten was raised in Corsucant, a child of four from a runaway father and absentee mother. With independence forced on him at a young age and often forced to fend for himself, he gained maturity and street-smarts; a requirement for the boy to survive. Soon finding fellow miscreant youths, they formed a thieves ring; stealing and fencing whatever valuables they could access for money. The young man had a particular knack for it, slipping past security and locks to access rare and interesting items. Partly driven by potential profit, and largely driven by adolescent desire to obtain things meant to be challenging or forbidden. Paired with youthful naivety, it would only be a matter of time before this sort of behaviour would catch up to him; and that time involved breaking into a smuggler’s hold. With loot taken from a man none should steal from, he ensured he showed all his friends before taking it home.
Finding himself the victim of robbery, the smuggler – Jator Nothe – wasted no time in hiring down local enforcers to track the boy down. And making it clear to them that he desired to handle the thief himself.
The hired enforcers did the job without question, bringing the young boy to him in a state of terror. Jator was taken aback; he was not expecting that a young child could even be capable of robbing him. After an initial scolding, the grizzled old smuggler couldn’t help but calm down. He couldn’t help but be impressed with the skills and cunning of the boy, either. A long conversation grew his empathy for the boy, and in his teenage years he had found the father figure he had been missing.
Soon Jator was taking him on smuggling runs, sharing his wisdom and guidance. For decades, Crosten was always his right hand, the son he never had. But old age is always there, waiting. It struck a couple of years ago, finally claiming Jator after a long life.
Inheriting the ship, Crosten continues in his life as a career smuggler. It’s the only life he’s known, and the only life that pleases him.
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SHIP: XS_Stock_light_freighter
WEAPON: DL-44 heavy blaster pistol
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