Kazerath
A Need for Speed
Kazerath
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NAME: Kazerath
FACTION: Independent
RANK:
SPECIES: Calibop
AGE: 24
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 1.81 Meters
WEIGHT: 86 kg
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Blue plumage
SKIN: Yellow beak and pink flesh beneath feathers.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
APPEARANCE:
Kazerath is an average sized calibop with flamboyant feather coloring. The prominent blue coloring of his plumage spreads across his entire body. Red replaces the blue plumage around his eye and just below the knee turns from feathers to scales of their reptilian ancestry. He has plantigrade feet ending with four toes. He is of athletic build and typically carrying a cocky grin on his beak.
BIOGRAPHY:
Kazerath, or Kaz as he prefers, was born into a small family on Commenor. His parents worked in one of the many trading companies that dotted the planet and he grew up in a comfortable home. While apprenticed to one of his Father's associates, Kaz saw his first high speed chase through the air above them. He had only been accustomed to the slow moving freighters and smaller vessels that were traveling at safe speeds. When he saw the speed at which that ship and the authorities after it moved it got his heard pumping and his blood racing. He found out there that he had a need for speed.
Since he was still a young man he was limited in what he could race. He had a bike and while he could get moving on that he needed something with a real engine. Peddle power just didn't cut it. He began to save money and speak with his parents about wanting to get a engine powered bicycle. With a combination of his savings as an apprentice and gifts from his parents he was able to get himself a cheap motorized bicycle. Not a hover bike, those were far too expensive, but a solid and sturdy engine driven set of wheels. It was the start of his real love of speed.
The first year was brutal. He hit the gas too hard too often and ended up crashing in the tight corridors of the residential district. Each time he broke a bone he broke his bike. Each time he bruised himself he had to replace a bolt. Soon he had essentially rebuilt the frame of his bike and rebuilt the engine that was running it. This aptitude caught the eye of his parents who decided to take him out of the trade apprenticeship and let him explore some engineering classes.
Those engineering classes led to him spending hours at the available garages to tinker with everything the class had their hands on. Old combustion engines, antiquated TIE ion engines, small scale freighter engines from crashes and a number of smaller devices. All of it was thrilling. It took only a few months before he was under an apprenticeship with one of the local repair shops. There he got to see all manner of hovercraft and planetary cars. Kaz built a strong relationship with his mentor while working there and was sociable with the customers that he started to build direct relationships with them. His apprenticeship lasted another year before he was able to splurge and get himself a speeder bike. It was old and wore down but it gave him a project. One that engulfed his free time after his days at the shop.
The shop owner let him use one of the smaller garages for his pet project and Kaz began to call it a second home. He moved his collected tools there, a cot and other needed consumables so he was able to comfortably call it a home. He still returned home and went out and about with his friends on Commenor but this was what he wanted. He needed to get that machine up and running. Safety was important but speed even more so When it was sturdy enough to ride he set to running it almost daily in the middle of the night to avoid as much traffic in the residential areas.
Even with the outdated helmet and sensors built in he had fantastic reaction speeds. No one was really able to explain why when he'd talk to them as calibop weren't known for excellent reflexes but he seemed to be able to feel the obstacles before they came up and to anticipate when he'd need to make an adjustment. That untapped talent of the force, an object that seemed impossible to be applied to him, helped him to over come the deficiencies in his experience and of the vehicle he rode while he pounded around on it.
Through luck he ran across a swoop bike promotion at one of the shops he was picking up parts from. Kaz quickly took down the information and planned to join. That left him a little over a month to prepare for the event. With a combination of sleepless nights, his mentor's assistance and his friends he was able to get his bike close to where he wanted it. The race had him loaded with adrenaline and when the light blinked he was off like a shot. Kaz was in heaven while the air was racing past him and pounding into his form. This was what he was meant to.
The race didn't end well as his machine wasn't built for quite how rough the swoop race ended up being. He wasn't totaled but he was knocked out of the race due to damage to his machine. Kaz spent the next five years of his life on Commenor and improving his swoop racing skills. It was a continuous evolution of his skills and his vehicle until he got good enough to regularly finish in the top three for funding. It was not enough to live on as these weren't top tier racing tracks but it was enough for him to start saving more and more while he kept working at the garage. Eventually the urge to fly became too strong and he sold his bike and quit his job. He said his farewells to his folks with his plan to move forward with a piloting career.
A career that was not nearly as glamorous as he hoped it would be. No one was willing to take on a swoop bike racer as a pilot. He ended up on a freighter line helping in engineering and slowly getting more experience flying. A year passed of running cargo before he got an opportunity to really start to fly. He was a natural at it and while the protocol took time to learn his hands on the controls felt at home again. This was what he was meant to do.
Running cargo was boring but it had him in a ship and in space. He was flying faster than the speeder bikes ever let him even if it still wasn't fast enough. A freighter was not his future but he had to learn how to walk before he could run.
Or fly.
SHIP:
Not yet.
KILLS:
N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
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ROLE-PLAYS:
N/A
Image Source
NAME: Kazerath
FACTION: Independent
RANK:
SPECIES: Calibop
AGE: 24
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 1.81 Meters
WEIGHT: 86 kg
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Blue plumage
SKIN: Yellow beak and pink flesh beneath feathers.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
- Adrenaline Junkie. He lives to drive things fast and is comfortable behind the wheel of anything he can get his hands on.
- Inexperienced in killing as he's never had to and not sure if he'd be able to.
- He loves to tinker on things and grew up as an apprentice to a mechanic and then employee. He'll pull every ounce of power he can out of what he touches.
- Force sensitive. While untrained it gives him a great reaction time to help with piloting and his own agility.
- Not proficient in any sort of melee or ranged weaponry. Has shot a gun and used a knife to threaten but that is all.
- Bar room brawler. No specific training in fist fights and only has experience from bar room and back alley fights.
- Fearless flier and working to get better at his piloting skills.
APPEARANCE:
Kazerath is an average sized calibop with flamboyant feather coloring. The prominent blue coloring of his plumage spreads across his entire body. Red replaces the blue plumage around his eye and just below the knee turns from feathers to scales of their reptilian ancestry. He has plantigrade feet ending with four toes. He is of athletic build and typically carrying a cocky grin on his beak.
BIOGRAPHY:
Kazerath, or Kaz as he prefers, was born into a small family on Commenor. His parents worked in one of the many trading companies that dotted the planet and he grew up in a comfortable home. While apprenticed to one of his Father's associates, Kaz saw his first high speed chase through the air above them. He had only been accustomed to the slow moving freighters and smaller vessels that were traveling at safe speeds. When he saw the speed at which that ship and the authorities after it moved it got his heard pumping and his blood racing. He found out there that he had a need for speed.
Since he was still a young man he was limited in what he could race. He had a bike and while he could get moving on that he needed something with a real engine. Peddle power just didn't cut it. He began to save money and speak with his parents about wanting to get a engine powered bicycle. With a combination of his savings as an apprentice and gifts from his parents he was able to get himself a cheap motorized bicycle. Not a hover bike, those were far too expensive, but a solid and sturdy engine driven set of wheels. It was the start of his real love of speed.
The first year was brutal. He hit the gas too hard too often and ended up crashing in the tight corridors of the residential district. Each time he broke a bone he broke his bike. Each time he bruised himself he had to replace a bolt. Soon he had essentially rebuilt the frame of his bike and rebuilt the engine that was running it. This aptitude caught the eye of his parents who decided to take him out of the trade apprenticeship and let him explore some engineering classes.
Those engineering classes led to him spending hours at the available garages to tinker with everything the class had their hands on. Old combustion engines, antiquated TIE ion engines, small scale freighter engines from crashes and a number of smaller devices. All of it was thrilling. It took only a few months before he was under an apprenticeship with one of the local repair shops. There he got to see all manner of hovercraft and planetary cars. Kaz built a strong relationship with his mentor while working there and was sociable with the customers that he started to build direct relationships with them. His apprenticeship lasted another year before he was able to splurge and get himself a speeder bike. It was old and wore down but it gave him a project. One that engulfed his free time after his days at the shop.
The shop owner let him use one of the smaller garages for his pet project and Kaz began to call it a second home. He moved his collected tools there, a cot and other needed consumables so he was able to comfortably call it a home. He still returned home and went out and about with his friends on Commenor but this was what he wanted. He needed to get that machine up and running. Safety was important but speed even more so When it was sturdy enough to ride he set to running it almost daily in the middle of the night to avoid as much traffic in the residential areas.
Even with the outdated helmet and sensors built in he had fantastic reaction speeds. No one was really able to explain why when he'd talk to them as calibop weren't known for excellent reflexes but he seemed to be able to feel the obstacles before they came up and to anticipate when he'd need to make an adjustment. That untapped talent of the force, an object that seemed impossible to be applied to him, helped him to over come the deficiencies in his experience and of the vehicle he rode while he pounded around on it.
Through luck he ran across a swoop bike promotion at one of the shops he was picking up parts from. Kaz quickly took down the information and planned to join. That left him a little over a month to prepare for the event. With a combination of sleepless nights, his mentor's assistance and his friends he was able to get his bike close to where he wanted it. The race had him loaded with adrenaline and when the light blinked he was off like a shot. Kaz was in heaven while the air was racing past him and pounding into his form. This was what he was meant to.
The race didn't end well as his machine wasn't built for quite how rough the swoop race ended up being. He wasn't totaled but he was knocked out of the race due to damage to his machine. Kaz spent the next five years of his life on Commenor and improving his swoop racing skills. It was a continuous evolution of his skills and his vehicle until he got good enough to regularly finish in the top three for funding. It was not enough to live on as these weren't top tier racing tracks but it was enough for him to start saving more and more while he kept working at the garage. Eventually the urge to fly became too strong and he sold his bike and quit his job. He said his farewells to his folks with his plan to move forward with a piloting career.
A career that was not nearly as glamorous as he hoped it would be. No one was willing to take on a swoop bike racer as a pilot. He ended up on a freighter line helping in engineering and slowly getting more experience flying. A year passed of running cargo before he got an opportunity to really start to fly. He was a natural at it and while the protocol took time to learn his hands on the controls felt at home again. This was what he was meant to do.
Running cargo was boring but it had him in a ship and in space. He was flying faster than the speeder bikes ever let him even if it still wasn't fast enough. A freighter was not his future but he had to learn how to walk before he could run.
Or fly.
SHIP:
Not yet.
KILLS:
N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
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ROLE-PLAYS:
N/A