NAME: Starlin Rand
FACTION: Unaffiliated
OCCUPATION: Teenage Punk
SPECIES: Half Balosar, Half Human
AGE: 15
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 5’7”
BUILD: Skinny as a rail
EYES: Baby blue
HAIR: Dark, wild curls
SKIN: Sickly pale complexion
FORCE SENSITIVE: Nah
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STRENGTHS, QUIRKS, AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
+Thief: Do not let this kid anywhere near your stuff. He will rob you blind the minute your back is turned. He’s also been known to rob businesses, warehouses, and even ships. While he’s not as good at it as other types of theft, there’s a 50/50 chance he’ll be able to pull off pickpocketing. When caught in the act, however, he is basically defenseless and will have no choice but to run away to evade capture.
+Antennapalps: He keeps ‘em hidden under his cap, but they let him hear sounds even at the subsonic frequency. The sense of physical intuition that comes with this trait is sometimes mistaken for Force sensitivity, but it’s just a sensitivity to sounds and vibrations. Please don’t yell at his hat.
+Resistant to Toxins: A Balosar’s natural resistance to toxins and most poisons, particularly the stuff death sticks are made out of, can definitely come in handy.
+Not a Drug Addict: Despite the stereotypes about Balosars and the fact that all his friends are totally into it, Starlin actually doesn't have much of a taste for narcotics. He'll smoke a death stick to keep up appearances, but he secretly hates it and will stop at the very first opportunity.
+Deadpan Snarker: They say sarcasm is a sign of intelligence, or at the very least proves a heightened awareness. Starlin does have a decent brain underneath all that hair and could probably achieve much more if he were to put it to good use, but that likely isn't going to happen any time soon given how things are going. As it stands, he remains a lazy cynic.
-Prone to Peer Pressure: He's fallen in with a bad crowd many times, and he probably will continue to do so many more times in the future.
-Inferiority Complex: He's insecure about his own capabilities to the point where he will fail to acknowledge any reservations he might have about a bad situation or poor decision.
-Blind Follower: He tends to assume anyone who shows the slightest bit of confidence must know what they’re doing. This is a huge mistake.
-Teen Angst: His angst isn’t super obvious and he won’t go around complaining to everyone he meets about how much it sucks to be him, but the intensity of his feelings sometimes borders on self-hatred. His problem is that he keeps it all locked up inside.
-Jerk: He’s self-centered and a bit obnoxious, if only because he doesn’t really know who he is yet. Cut the kid some slack. Or don't. He probably deserves it.
APPEARANCE:
A skinny kid with messy hair. Bit of an old soul. Soft-spoken with a throaty voice. Dresses in hand-me-downs that are too big for him. Always wears a cap.
BIOGRAPHY:
Born on a smuggler ship to a Balosar father and a human mother, Starlin Rand's childhood was surprisingly normal up until the day his dad went out for death sticks and never came back. Now, ol’ Dad fit the Balosar stereotype to a T—he was a drug dealer entrenched in the petty criminal underworld, as well as an all-around spineless sycophant. There's a chance he was murdered, but since no trace of him has ever turned up, there's no way of knowing for sure.
His mother, Jen, was a spacer with an even sketchier past, including connections to the Black Sun. The birth of her son served as a wakeup call, and she did all that she could to distance herself from the dangers and demons of her prior life. But lingering resentment runs deep, especially from her estranged family—she has wealthy aristocratic relatives on Naboo who refuse to acknowledge her because of the despicable things she did a decade and a half ago.
Believing it would be good for her son, Jen gave up the nomadic spacer lifestyle and moved to Coruscant, where she hooked up with a Zabrak named Silo. He’s a washed up ex-military engineer who makes a living refurbishing used and/or scavenged parts and selling them. Silo and Starlin have a mutual agreement to live and let live, but they don't particularly like each other all that much.
CURRENT WHEREABOUTS:
Starlin is afflicted with the usual trials and tribulations of adolescence—angst, selfishness, laziness, irresponsibility, awkwardness, all that icky stuff. His momma raised him right and deep down he is a good kid, but he inherited many flaws from both his parents just as surely as he inherited his daddy's antennapalps and his momma's pretty blue eyes.
At fifteen he's already been arrested multiple times for drug possession and petty theft, not to mention being brought in as a witness in an assault and murder case. It would be easy to blame peer pressure and a bad crowd of would-be mentors, but Starlin is standing on the edge of a very, very slippery slope that has no visible bottom. Whether he takes the leap into that abyss or manages to claw his way out, only time will tell.
And whatever you do, don’t call him “Star”. That sounds like a girl's name.
PERSONAL BELONGINGS:
None yet.
SHIP:
N/A.
KILLS:
N/A.
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A.
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ROLE-PLAYS:
N/A.
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