NAME: TK-1887 ‘Charles’ (Birth Name: Charles P. Worthington)
FACTION: The Sith Empire
RANK: [E3] Sergeant
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 33
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 1.79m
WEIGHT: 64.86kg
EYES: Grey
HAIR: Brown (With a magnificent mustache)
SKIN: White
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES
+[Alcatraz] Charles has a strong bladder. Nothing escapes without him wanting it to, even in the most terrifying of moments.
+[Royal Relations] Charles’ family is very, very, very, very, very, rich. They earned it all hundreds of years ago, and haven’t worked a day since.
+[Grizzly] Charles also has a moustache like no other, bristly yet soft, shapely yet malleable. It’s really a shame that he has to wear a helmet all the time.
-[Inheritance] No, Charles hasn’t inherited just money. He’s inherited twelve generations of medical conditions, all thanks to inter-family fornication.
-[Mont Le Pride] Charles is a man with a lot of pride on his hands- he’s got the reputation of a long-lasting family on his shoulders, so if you shoot him in the shoulder it’s not likely he’ll take it well or rationally.
-[Raphael] Charles’ also got quite the temper, too, despite his warm heart. He’ll still shoot you if you do anything funny or spit on his ancestors. Mainly the last one.
SHIP:
He’s got a ton back home. Shame that he’s not there, really. The hundreds of servants were handy, and there was always a warm cup of tea waiting for him in the morning.
BIOGRAPHY:
Charles P. Worthington, also known as just Charles, TK-1887, Sergeant Worthington, Mr Worthington, Sir, and Master Worthington, was born on Alderaan, with a platinum plated, diamond encrusted, solid gold spoon made by Marlon Brando.
He spent roughly twenty years of his life riding horses, styling his moustache, strolling through his gardens, styling his moustache again, shooting rivals, hunting rare and tasty birds with eighteen vicious hunting dogs (Harold, William, Henry, Terrence, Archie, Alexander, Edward, Harry, James, Hamish, Frederick, Lawrence, Scott, Samuel, Arthur, Daniel, Walter and George) and generally enjoying himself, occasionally popping up to speak to his other blue-blooded associates.
The time came when Charles became rather bored.
So, what was the logical course of action? Join the bad guys, of course. And their army. Taking up the ridiculous armour that pinches the backs of your legs, donning the helmet that blinds you and picking up the blaster with a 42% chance of blowing your hand off, he went off in search of adventure with the Empire. What he got was six years of hell that rotted away his soul and killed all of his friends, a shiny rank and, despite all odds, an identically beautiful moustache, but nonetheless, and adventure.
Sort of.
He could always make new friends… out of the pieces of his old ones.
KILLS:
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
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FACTION: The Sith Empire
RANK: [E3] Sergeant
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 33
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 1.79m
WEIGHT: 64.86kg
EYES: Grey
HAIR: Brown (With a magnificent mustache)
SKIN: White
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES
+[Alcatraz] Charles has a strong bladder. Nothing escapes without him wanting it to, even in the most terrifying of moments.
+[Royal Relations] Charles’ family is very, very, very, very, very, rich. They earned it all hundreds of years ago, and haven’t worked a day since.
+[Grizzly] Charles also has a moustache like no other, bristly yet soft, shapely yet malleable. It’s really a shame that he has to wear a helmet all the time.
-[Inheritance] No, Charles hasn’t inherited just money. He’s inherited twelve generations of medical conditions, all thanks to inter-family fornication.
-[Mont Le Pride] Charles is a man with a lot of pride on his hands- he’s got the reputation of a long-lasting family on his shoulders, so if you shoot him in the shoulder it’s not likely he’ll take it well or rationally.
-[Raphael] Charles’ also got quite the temper, too, despite his warm heart. He’ll still shoot you if you do anything funny or spit on his ancestors. Mainly the last one.
SHIP:
He’s got a ton back home. Shame that he’s not there, really. The hundreds of servants were handy, and there was always a warm cup of tea waiting for him in the morning.
BIOGRAPHY:
Charles P. Worthington, also known as just Charles, TK-1887, Sergeant Worthington, Mr Worthington, Sir, and Master Worthington, was born on Alderaan, with a platinum plated, diamond encrusted, solid gold spoon made by Marlon Brando.
He spent roughly twenty years of his life riding horses, styling his moustache, strolling through his gardens, styling his moustache again, shooting rivals, hunting rare and tasty birds with eighteen vicious hunting dogs (Harold, William, Henry, Terrence, Archie, Alexander, Edward, Harry, James, Hamish, Frederick, Lawrence, Scott, Samuel, Arthur, Daniel, Walter and George) and generally enjoying himself, occasionally popping up to speak to his other blue-blooded associates.
The time came when Charles became rather bored.
So, what was the logical course of action? Join the bad guys, of course. And their army. Taking up the ridiculous armour that pinches the backs of your legs, donning the helmet that blinds you and picking up the blaster with a 42% chance of blowing your hand off, he went off in search of adventure with the Empire. What he got was six years of hell that rotted away his soul and killed all of his friends, a shiny rank and, despite all odds, an identically beautiful moustache, but nonetheless, and adventure.
Sort of.
He could always make new friends… out of the pieces of his old ones.
KILLS:
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
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ROLE-PLAYS:[/SIZE]
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