Keepin Corellia Weird
Kas tulisha abia al port
Chaos opens the door to opportunity
Fast Hands, Fast Wit
NAME: Marius NadeauFACTION: Undecided
RANK: Apprentice (FU)
SPECIES: Corellian/Human
AGE: 23
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'1"
WEIGHT: 179 lbs
EYES: Burning Red(Iris) with Black (Sclera)
HAIR: Brown
SKIN: Pale
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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STRENGTHS:
- (+) Street Smart - Marius was raised in the rougher parts of Corellia, and relied often on his wit, charm, and reflex to get him by in life. A formal education is not in his repertoire, but the man has a certain instinct and way with people that will make anyone thinking to call him ignorant think twice. Far from dumb, he is actually quite brilliant, his mind was just never given much schooling consistently. This also may explain his unbelievable (in his telling) charm and wit...
- (+) Keep Your Eyes On The... - Of average build, strength is not something Marius is lacking in compared to others, but it is far from his noticeable features. He is possessed of a stupendously fast reflexes and general speed, being quit agile and lithe, and likewise skilled at sleight of hand and other such things that rely on steady, fast movements.
- (+) Dead-Eye! - Blasters. Throwing knives. If it involves a particular set of skills, you will fast find the young Corellian ruling the roost of whatever the challenge is. First honed in gambling dens in the lower-class haunts of Corellia as a diversion whilst throwing darts, whilst Marius is no sniper, he is a pistoleer beyond doubt.
WEAKNESSES:
- (-) Time to Toss the Dice... - Though it can often have extreme rewards, the constant habit of risk-taking and 'tossing the dice' as it were, is quite detrimental in certain situations. Particularly when it manifests as charging headlong into a fight or conflict one has no business or chance in. But, even when it lands him in trouble nine times out of ten, the saying goes 'He who dares, wins'.
- (-) Make it a double... - Yes. It seems everyone these days is one, and yet can function perfectly well even sloshed beyond belief, and never have to deal with a hangover. Marius, on the other hand, is the text-book definition of it. Prone to mood swings, headaches, and withdraws, he is known to act more drunk sober than when he is drinking. Rather than a social buzzword for pity, he is well and truly on the sauce, though what started his slow sink to the bottom of the bottle isn't known.
- (-) The Pride Before the Fall... - Arrogance. Perhaps an odd trait for one who grew up so poor, and started life as a thief and riff-raff. But, there it is all the same. Because of his often unbelievable luck even against overwhelming odds, and his uncanny street senses, he has a sense of pride and surety in himself that can be a great weakness if exploited, and when combined with his arrogance, can be truly dangerous to his own well-being.
Tall, almost lithe, with a strong jaw and an ever-present smirking grin, Marius is regarded by most women to be quite handsome, and he knows this fact. Confidence exudes from his usually stubble-covered face, and his long brown hair is perked up almost like a cocks-comb haircut with the ever-present cowl he wear as part of the bodyglove he wears under a long brown trenchcoat. Simple kneepads cover his joints, and other than padded of stiffened leather, he doesn't wear much in the way of armor. Indeed, he isn't possessed of anything too extraordinary or unsettling until one reaches his eyes, burning red iris with black sclera.
BIOGRAPHY:
Born to nobody parents, Marius was soon left to his own devices as a young child in the slums of Corellia. His parents passed away, or just abandoned him to be put of the responsibility of a child, at barely nine years of age. He had other family he could try and go to, for sure, but most of them seemed to regard him as an unwanted burden at best. And as little more than filth destined for a jail cell or a life of vagrancy and crime at worst. Sadly, thanks to their very judgement, they were not far off.
With his natural speed and agility, and the fact most people dismissed him, he fell in as a courier and package boy for several local gangs. Moving from house to house, job to job, he gained a reputation even young for being stupidly lucky, fast, and unfailingly willing to take on any job - the riskier the better. In the end, he wound up sticking primarily to a ring of smugglers operating under a reputable shipping company cover, and finally broke free of the shackles of the firmament and made his first trip into the stars.
From the first near derelict shuttle he flew, he knew he was in love and that the stars were his true home. While he might not ever be some famed pilot like the Starchasers or Merrill's, he was damned good. His instinct to know when and where and how to avoid patrols and skirt blockades was something to see, and soon the 'company' grew to such that he had little use for private jobs on the side. The urchin with narry a penny to his name had become quite rich, and with the moderate wealth came a hunger for the finer things. Things he had never knew existed.
Years passed from his mid teens until one fateful day, and still they plied their trade, his crew and himself. Up and down the hyperlanes around Corellia and beyond. Anywhere someone needed something, and couldn't get it, you wound find Nadeau and Co. From illegal guns to drugs to rare collectible figurines, they heisted, smuggled, or did it all. The only thing that stopped them, truly, no one could ever see coming. That was the events of the Netherworld Crisis, and the Breaking of Corellia.
Something happened to Marius as he was planet side, wooing the latest infatuation of the week. As the planet broke, hundreds if not thousands died from that event alone. Others suffered less than kind fates, being irrevocably changed and altered. Whether he was already sensitive to the Force, or not, when Marius awoke from the events of the Breaking, he could consciously manifest abilities, but there was little control. It started with the changes to his eyes, burning red irises with black sclera. And it went beyond skin to perhaps his very soul, something changed in him.
The first of these changes was discovered during a game of darts in a cantina on some nameless planet in the Outer Rim. As he hurled the dart, he focused, his eyes intent and narrowed as he watched the path of the dart in seemingly slow motion. To him, it seemed to have a pale red, almost pink glow surrounding it as it thudded into the cork-board. Swiftly, however, he realized by the stunned looks that he was not imagining the glow as an affectation. Moments later, the dart seemed to explode with the force of a small blaster bolt impact.
Never one to miss his exit, Marius got off planet just ahead of the law and a few angry mobs. He had won a lot of money that night, as usual, and the display with the dart caused an accusation of cheating to fly heavily. He would spend the next few months drifting from system to system, fumbling about to figure out his new found power. Progress was slow, to nothing, and he began to despair of ever controlling or understanding what the Breaking seemed to change in him.
Eventually an elderly space took him under his wing, and it was here he found salvation. The old man was a Corellian as well, and what was more - A Warden. Taking Marius under his wing, and showing him the ways of the Force, at least as he knew it. The relationship was brief, but incalculably valuable in ways both material and sentimental. Although what precisely happened to him had eluded him, he found himself less concerned with it. More, he focused his talents in a productive manner. Aiding those who needed his help, while still keeping up his profile as a rather skilled smuggler who had broke from his team to strike out on his own.
Where and what this will lead him to, well... Luck is a ship to fly like any other...
THEME SONG:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t3EoNyJtU7o
FORCE POWERS:
Apprentice - Knight - Master - Specialist
Dashes denote skills generally not available before master of the Force.
Telekinesis
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- Precognition/Danger Sense: ||
- Force Punch: ||
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- Instinctive Astrogation: |
- None
POSSESSIONS:
SHIP:
VT Varactyl Escort Freighter
Ranged Weapons:
KILLS:
N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
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ROLE-PLAYS:
~Coming Soon~
