Alndys
Mercenary, Artist.
NAME: Olan Black
FACTION: N/A
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: Human
AGE: Mid/Late twenties
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'0"
WEIGHT: 169
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Brown
SKIN: Caucasian, Ruddy
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
+Flexible Morals -
"Some people like to list a quick temper and a proclivity for brutal solutions as a weakness. I think it's bunk, so I do - In this Galaxy, th' only thing that gets a man's goals done is action. And most of th' time, action means a swift blow to th' chops or a shot to some ugly mug's gut before he can plug you wit' 'is own blaster."
+No Rest, No Mercy, No Matter What -
"Listen, I don't want you t' think I'm a bad guy or nuffink like that. I solve problems, is all, and if a problem gets back up to put one in yer skull - or yer girl's skull - can you rightly say you solved that problem at all? When I do somethin, I do it tae last. I'm nuffin' if not a perfectionist."
-Barbarians from the Hills -
"Never was no good wit' a saber, say the truth. Jedi thought th' best place for a guy like me as the Agri corps, but I couldn't stand th' thought of gardenin' the rest of me days. So I guess you could say that I've had maybe a couple hours a' formal schoolin since the pair dropped - I don' think it's much of a weakness, but th' hell do I know, apparently?"
-Something 'Bout my Generation -
"Yeah, yeah - Gulag plagues and ancient secrets. Bloody Sif masters'n old heads doin' battle at all points'a th' compass. Th' hell do I care? None of those dusty old spooks gave two tin credits 'bout what I been through, and s'far as I'm concerned, the feeling is mutual. To hell with th' lot of 'em, makin' the Galaxy complicated for the everyman like me."
APPEARANCE:
Olan is a lanky, limber man in ragged and trail-worn clothing, with wild hair and eyes to match. He walks with a self-assured strut, as though he were king of whatever patch of land he happens to find his hole-ridden boots falling upon. Like his clothing, Olan's speech is a mismatched and patchwork nightmare from every corner of the Galaxy - themes of Imperial mingling with the mild inflections of Naboo, with the curt patterns of the outer rim and abbreviated, vowel-heavy tones of places like Corellia. Like the pins and patches on his jacket, Olan picks up little nuggets and patterns of speech from his travels and adopts them as his own like a dysfunctional magpie.
BIOGRAPHY:
Olan Black - formerly Olan Foreman of Corellia - was taken into the Jedi order at a young age. Reasonably strong with the Force, he had little patience for lessons and even less for being taught how to fight, and was pretty much the very picture of a horrible student from the word go. After a couple of years, he washed out of the Academy and was found a place in the Agri Corps. Unfortunately, farming agreed with him even less than schooling, and Olan made good his escape via a transport shuttle bound for anywhere but the inner core. Nobody tried to stop him from leaving.
Since then, he's been bouncing from one group to another - as hired muscle, cheap labor, or for other, shadier tasks. Despite his big talk, Olan is about as untalented as they come; amid a Galaxy filled with genius pilots, ancient martial arts, and Force Wuzzards, a guy who's attention span prohibits long study doesn't really stand out. His moral code deteriorates a little bit every passing year as he struggles to make ends meet, and he never really stays in one place long enough to set roots.
If there's one thing Olan Black is good at - and such a claim is dubious at best - it's drifting. He doesn't suffer for lack of a home, and keeps managing to land on his feet without much discouragement.
SHIP:
Does your character have a personal ship? If so, describe it in moderate detail (what does it look like, what can it do, what types of weapons and engines does it have, etc.).
KILLS:
Post the names of the PC characters (characters role-played by real people) that your character has killed. If possible, include a link to the thread in which your character killed him/her.
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
Post the names of any bounties you have delivered and the amount of money you gained for it. If possible, include a link to the thread in which it happened.
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ROLE-PLAYS:
Post the links and the titles to all of your characters Role-Plays. To make things easier, post the link and name here as soon as you enter the Role-Play thread.
FACTION: N/A
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: Human
AGE: Mid/Late twenties
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'0"
WEIGHT: 169
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Brown
SKIN: Caucasian, Ruddy
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
+Flexible Morals -
"Some people like to list a quick temper and a proclivity for brutal solutions as a weakness. I think it's bunk, so I do - In this Galaxy, th' only thing that gets a man's goals done is action. And most of th' time, action means a swift blow to th' chops or a shot to some ugly mug's gut before he can plug you wit' 'is own blaster."
+No Rest, No Mercy, No Matter What -
"Listen, I don't want you t' think I'm a bad guy or nuffink like that. I solve problems, is all, and if a problem gets back up to put one in yer skull - or yer girl's skull - can you rightly say you solved that problem at all? When I do somethin, I do it tae last. I'm nuffin' if not a perfectionist."
-Barbarians from the Hills -
"Never was no good wit' a saber, say the truth. Jedi thought th' best place for a guy like me as the Agri corps, but I couldn't stand th' thought of gardenin' the rest of me days. So I guess you could say that I've had maybe a couple hours a' formal schoolin since the pair dropped - I don' think it's much of a weakness, but th' hell do I know, apparently?"
-Something 'Bout my Generation -
"Yeah, yeah - Gulag plagues and ancient secrets. Bloody Sif masters'n old heads doin' battle at all points'a th' compass. Th' hell do I care? None of those dusty old spooks gave two tin credits 'bout what I been through, and s'far as I'm concerned, the feeling is mutual. To hell with th' lot of 'em, makin' the Galaxy complicated for the everyman like me."
APPEARANCE:
Olan is a lanky, limber man in ragged and trail-worn clothing, with wild hair and eyes to match. He walks with a self-assured strut, as though he were king of whatever patch of land he happens to find his hole-ridden boots falling upon. Like his clothing, Olan's speech is a mismatched and patchwork nightmare from every corner of the Galaxy - themes of Imperial mingling with the mild inflections of Naboo, with the curt patterns of the outer rim and abbreviated, vowel-heavy tones of places like Corellia. Like the pins and patches on his jacket, Olan picks up little nuggets and patterns of speech from his travels and adopts them as his own like a dysfunctional magpie.
BIOGRAPHY:
Olan Black - formerly Olan Foreman of Corellia - was taken into the Jedi order at a young age. Reasonably strong with the Force, he had little patience for lessons and even less for being taught how to fight, and was pretty much the very picture of a horrible student from the word go. After a couple of years, he washed out of the Academy and was found a place in the Agri Corps. Unfortunately, farming agreed with him even less than schooling, and Olan made good his escape via a transport shuttle bound for anywhere but the inner core. Nobody tried to stop him from leaving.
Since then, he's been bouncing from one group to another - as hired muscle, cheap labor, or for other, shadier tasks. Despite his big talk, Olan is about as untalented as they come; amid a Galaxy filled with genius pilots, ancient martial arts, and Force Wuzzards, a guy who's attention span prohibits long study doesn't really stand out. His moral code deteriorates a little bit every passing year as he struggles to make ends meet, and he never really stays in one place long enough to set roots.
If there's one thing Olan Black is good at - and such a claim is dubious at best - it's drifting. He doesn't suffer for lack of a home, and keeps managing to land on his feet without much discouragement.
SHIP:
Does your character have a personal ship? If so, describe it in moderate detail (what does it look like, what can it do, what types of weapons and engines does it have, etc.).
KILLS:
Post the names of the PC characters (characters role-played by real people) that your character has killed. If possible, include a link to the thread in which your character killed him/her.
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
Post the names of any bounties you have delivered and the amount of money you gained for it. If possible, include a link to the thread in which it happened.
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ROLE-PLAYS:
Post the links and the titles to all of your characters Role-Plays. To make things easier, post the link and name here as soon as you enter the Role-Play thread.
