Oliver Shaw
Character
NAME: Oliver Shaw
FACTION: None
RANK: None
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 22
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'0"
WEIGHT: 190lbs
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Light Brown
SKIN: Light/tanned
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
VOICE SAMPLE: Jack Foster battlefield 1
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES
STRENGTHS
+Hunter: Oliver was raised learning two things. How to run a ranch and hunting dangerous wildlife. When he wasn't tending livestock, his father taught him the skills to both track and hunt dangerous game animals.
+Crackshot: Years of practice with both blasters and slugthrowers, wasn't just a way to cure boredom on the ranch, but honed his shooting skills. Oliver set daily challenges for his practice, setting targets at long range or having drones act as fast moving targets.
+Survival skills: With hunting dangerous wildlife game the need to learn survival skills while tracking their prey. From scorching deserts to frigid mountains and humid jungles. Oliver learned the skills required to make shelter, find food and water, and medicinal herbs if necessary.
Weaknesses
-New to the galaxy: Spending his entire life on a backwater planet has left Oliver with a very limited understanding of the galaxy at large. Venturing out into the stars is an entirely new experience of cultures, species and governments.
-Socially awkward at times: Oliver can be a little awkward around people at times, especially girls his own age. Stumbling over words or getting things backwards out of nervousness. This is a result of living his whole life on a ranch or in the wilds. Luckily, he's not naive and can tell when people are trying to do him wrong.
APPEARANCE: Oliver stands at six foot and weighs almost two hundred pounds. He is well built from years of ranch work and hunting the wilds. Normally her wears black combat boots, brown cargo pants, a black tshirt and sometimes a blue jacket. But no matter what, he always has his hat.
BIOGRAPHY:
The steps creaked as he descend from the porch of the old farmhouse to the hard dirt ground. Small clouds of dust rose with each step as he headed for the barn. This was a path he had taken thousands of times. Today was different, however, he had finished chores for the last time. Rather than carrying bales of hay, he carried an old duffel bag and his rifle.
He came to a stop just by the barn doors and glanced around his family's ranch. An old wooden house with faded paint but filled with memories. Corals filled with livestock of various kinds. Farm equipment, small storage buildings and piled haybales dotted the edge of the property. While heavy worn wooden fence posts stretched out as far as the eye could see across the land that was nothing but red dirt and shrub brush.
Oliver had spent all his life living on his family's ranch. Working from sun up to sun down with his father and younger siblings. Mornings consisted of chores, while in the afternoons were for practicing his marksmanship and tracking skills. He did feel bad for leaving, but he also didn't want to live and die on this ranch on some forgotten backwater planet in the outer rim. At least not without seeing the galaxy first.
Luckily for Oliver, opportunity came knocking one day in the form of his family's nearest neighbor. He spoke of a wealthy individual in town looking for anyone skilled in hunting dangerous game and was willing to pay handsomely for their services. The Shaw family was well known for their hunting and survival skills, which is who the neighbor pointed out to the wealthy individual. Much to his father's dismay, Oliver jumped at the chance. Knowing his son was a grown man, he let him take the offer.
Now armed with his skills, a rifle and a knowledge of the galaxy supplied by spacers tales. Oliver was ready to face the unknown. Well...just as soon as he said goodbye to his family.
FACTION: None
RANK: None
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 22
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'0"
WEIGHT: 190lbs
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Light Brown
SKIN: Light/tanned
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
VOICE SAMPLE: Jack Foster battlefield 1
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES
STRENGTHS
+Hunter: Oliver was raised learning two things. How to run a ranch and hunting dangerous wildlife. When he wasn't tending livestock, his father taught him the skills to both track and hunt dangerous game animals.
+Crackshot: Years of practice with both blasters and slugthrowers, wasn't just a way to cure boredom on the ranch, but honed his shooting skills. Oliver set daily challenges for his practice, setting targets at long range or having drones act as fast moving targets.
+Survival skills: With hunting dangerous wildlife game the need to learn survival skills while tracking their prey. From scorching deserts to frigid mountains and humid jungles. Oliver learned the skills required to make shelter, find food and water, and medicinal herbs if necessary.
Weaknesses
-New to the galaxy: Spending his entire life on a backwater planet has left Oliver with a very limited understanding of the galaxy at large. Venturing out into the stars is an entirely new experience of cultures, species and governments.
-Socially awkward at times: Oliver can be a little awkward around people at times, especially girls his own age. Stumbling over words or getting things backwards out of nervousness. This is a result of living his whole life on a ranch or in the wilds. Luckily, he's not naive and can tell when people are trying to do him wrong.
APPEARANCE: Oliver stands at six foot and weighs almost two hundred pounds. He is well built from years of ranch work and hunting the wilds. Normally her wears black combat boots, brown cargo pants, a black tshirt and sometimes a blue jacket. But no matter what, he always has his hat.
BIOGRAPHY:
The steps creaked as he descend from the porch of the old farmhouse to the hard dirt ground. Small clouds of dust rose with each step as he headed for the barn. This was a path he had taken thousands of times. Today was different, however, he had finished chores for the last time. Rather than carrying bales of hay, he carried an old duffel bag and his rifle.
He came to a stop just by the barn doors and glanced around his family's ranch. An old wooden house with faded paint but filled with memories. Corals filled with livestock of various kinds. Farm equipment, small storage buildings and piled haybales dotted the edge of the property. While heavy worn wooden fence posts stretched out as far as the eye could see across the land that was nothing but red dirt and shrub brush.
Oliver had spent all his life living on his family's ranch. Working from sun up to sun down with his father and younger siblings. Mornings consisted of chores, while in the afternoons were for practicing his marksmanship and tracking skills. He did feel bad for leaving, but he also didn't want to live and die on this ranch on some forgotten backwater planet in the outer rim. At least not without seeing the galaxy first.
Luckily for Oliver, opportunity came knocking one day in the form of his family's nearest neighbor. He spoke of a wealthy individual in town looking for anyone skilled in hunting dangerous game and was willing to pay handsomely for their services. The Shaw family was well known for their hunting and survival skills, which is who the neighbor pointed out to the wealthy individual. Much to his father's dismay, Oliver jumped at the chance. Knowing his son was a grown man, he let him take the offer.
Now armed with his skills, a rifle and a knowledge of the galaxy supplied by spacers tales. Oliver was ready to face the unknown. Well...just as soon as he said goodbye to his family.
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