James 'Slinger' Antilles
Character
James 'Slinger' Antilles
Age: 37
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 1.88m
Weight: 100kg
Force Sensitive: no
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
What does your character look like? Do they have any distinguishing features, a certain style of clothing, or anything else which might be noticed?
James usually wears a long trench coat, over a cortosis weave armor. He has HUD sunglasses that he'll wear over the brim of his hat when he doesn't have them on. Big boots he's not afraid to get muddy.
Look at Trent Parris Inventory for ideas
Slinger likes to wear a stubble on his face, and has a square lockjaw. Despite his ruggish appearance he has kind eyes.
INVENTORY
Holster
Shades
Outfit
Boots
Two Blaster Pistols-Sling and Sting]
[URL='https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/omega-squad-smr-squad-marksman-rifle.190772/']Assault/Sniper Rifle- Priscilla
Vibro Combat Knife- Stick It
Comm Arm Band
XYZ Transport name changes with each system so it's hard to track
Y and Z Shuttles name changes with each system so it's hard to track
Some names his ship has gone by
Hearth, Home and Haven
Resistance, Rebellion, Revolution
Rustic Wayfarer
Rust Bucket
Nerf Herder
Freedom, Liberty, Independence
Fate, Fortune and Glory
The Beauty Barge
Rugged Nomad
Fringe Forray
Sally Settler
Horizon Dawn
Dusk Dawn Day
Draft Horse
Carriage Carrier
Chariot of the Sky
Cosmos Chariot
Nebula Nomad
Travelling Trader
The Kath Hound
For the Shuttles (Names above with three names two names are the Shuttles)
Skipper and Hopper
Xanthus and Balius
Apalow and Artimyst
Kali and Hakata
PERSONALITY AND BELIEFS
James has seen the galaxy and doesn't think much of big government. Even the so called light side Galactic Alliance ignores people in need, people in trouble to secure their trade and power. Just because the others are worse doesn't excuse that. Though the others are worse. All James wants is to get a crew and explore the galaxy, but there always seems to be some Imperial Faction, or Sith or Mandalorian getting in his way. Along the way he's tried to help as many as he can, but he's just one man and it's a big galaxy. James decided he's had enough he's going to fight for what's right even if it kills him. Though that ain't exactly plan A. So he runs relief missions, supply missions, intelligence missions a life of adventure. Tries to help people where he can.
Still there's a dark side too him. The one who searches for the highest stakes at the sabacc table, the biggest risk of a run, that thrill, that peak, that moment of flight on the sharp turn of a barrel roll while the authorities are pursuing you. James loves that moment, lives for it and it's gotten him in trouble and down some dark paths in the past.
James is a talker he loves hearing the sound of his own voice and will chatter in his drawl. Just as comfortable in a slum bar on Nar Shaddar as he is a ballroom on Naboo. He's charming, he's witty, he's loveable and loves to be the centre of attention, but he has a good heart about it and will listen as often as he chatters.
STRENGTHS
Fighter- A decent shot, James rarely misses, he's been in enough scrapes that he knows what he's doing.
Pilot- James was a pilot since he could sit at the controls.
WEAKNESSES
Non force user- James is decent in a scrap but he knows his limits and doesn't try to take Force Users head on.
Reckless- As his superiors will attest to James is reckless. Once he sets his mind to do something nothing will stop him. Not even following orders or his own safety.
HISTORY
James was born on Dantooine. He grew up on a ranch herding Nerf mostly, but ever since he was old enough he wanted to leave to see the galaxy explore the stars. His family grew up under Sith rule and then Imperial rule one oppressive government after another learning to distrust governments all together. James learnt how to hunt kath hounds and stalker lizards and got quite handy with a pistol as well as practicing his piloting skills hoping to one day leave it all behind
Growing up the only thing James wanted to do was get away, first chance he got he left. Managing to hire on as a passenger bound for Tattooine. On Tattooine he grew up fast, he got mugged almost as soon as he left the hangar, penniless he got a job as cheap muscle for a local who needed protection against some Tusken raiders. James saw some action protecting a farm got the nickname Slinger for his gunslinging ability and also because he was always slinging some bantha poodoo with his stories and jokes, but then the farmers wanted to take it a step further, they wanted to hunt the Tuskens on their own land. James wasn't interested in becoming a part of a blood feud so left once more.
This time Slinger as he was now known was more prepared he hired on to ships fringers, outlaws, scavengers, smugglers, settlers often as a gunhand but his dream role was pilot. To be a pilot and have his own crew go wherever he wanted. True freedom.
Throughout all this James developed a reputation in the underworld as being reckless. He took the riskiest jobs and runs anything to save up enough to buy his own ship. He also played cards a lot of cards he was good at it too. James' natural affability and charm made his opponents laugh uproariously while he switched the cards in his hands to better ones.
Slinger was getting this reputation but James. James saw the suffering in the galaxy felt a twinge of guilt then ignored it pushed it down. The galaxy was a hard place one had to be hard to survive in it. Still James sometimes James conscience got the better of him, gave back some money that he stole or fleeced if he knew the guy genuinely couldn't afford to lose it, took jobs transporting much needed medical supplies, even transported some refugees.
Evantually James got his own ship a Hornet Class Courier he named The Silver Sparrow. It didn't really have much room for a crew and truth be told he rarely needed one, but he did make port often whenever he got lonely.
Evantually he came across a village in need of help, they asked him to make a run for food supplies they badly needed. He should have walked away he told himself firmly, but he did the run. It felt good. Better than the peak of the last hand of sabacc when you were all in. So he continued finding odd jobs helping villages all over the galaxy, delivering medical supplies, food, water, even toys. Refugees too fleeing one battle or another as the great powers that be carved up the galaxy.
James started to take more risks.
Then one day he got tagged by Dark Empire while he was freeing a slave camp running as many of the refugees as he could cram into his ship. He survived but his ship didn't. Neither did some of the refugees, he must have flew his way through an entire squadron, then fought his way through a platoon but they just kept coming.
James got out barely. He fell into a hole drinking too much, surviving off of cards. Some of the people he'd helped heard about his troubles and pitched in together to buy an old XY and Z Ship. It was a rust bucket but it was his. James was deeply moved. The only condition was he use it to help people. James agreed.
Hearing of a movement beginning to form one that could actually make a difference, James found the Foundation. Doing independent runs for them as best he can.
