Character
Uriel Tokarev
FACTION: New Imperial Order
RANK: CAS specialist
SPECIES: Human
AGE: Mid-thirties
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: Fighter pilots aren't tall
WEIGHT: Fit
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Dirty Blond
SKIN: Pale
FORCE SENSITIVE: Sensitive, but untrained
STRENGTHS:
Sixth Sense: Uriel has always had a keen sense, being very in tune with his intuition and gut instinct. While untrained, Uriel is sensitive to the Force, the mysterious ebb and flow of life in his galaxy. This sixth sense makes him keenly aware of danger he faces even when his perceptual cognitions are unaware.
Mechanically Inclined: Uriel is a mechanic at heart. He began by servicing earlier TIE fighters that he has come to know and love. He knows the machines in and out, and spent years as a TIE mechanic before ever flying one. He is familiar with near every model and every upgrade and key component, able to fix most any issue in a pinch. Uriel feels he has more connection with those machines than most humans. His savvy extends to his small collection of handguns.
WEAKNESSES:
Awkward: Uriel was never a great or rousing speaker, and was close with very few people.
VOID: Uriel loved once, and only once. The tragic and early death of his young wife left him jaded, devoid of empathy and emotion. Uriel views life with contempt, often pushing himself well past safety in combat, tempting death to bring him back to his departed. He has little regard for his own self-preservation or that of his wingmen, owing to his contempt of life.
Unkempt: Unconcerned with his appearance or how he appears to others, Uriel is a slob. The only place spotless is his cockpit, ship, and weaponry.
Alcoholic: Uriel drowns his sorrows in spirits, and often drinks functionally while flying or working on his personal TIE. Off duty, he drinks himself into a wrathful stupor, picking fights with anyone and often winning.
APPEARANCE:
BIOGRAPHY:
Uriel Tokarev was the first born son to the father of a small manufacturing business. Growing up in and around a on Muunilist factory fueled Uriel's fascination with machines. When his father bid and won a major contract for the construction of a TIE navigations piece, Uriel was taken to an exhibition featuring the different models. Around 16, yearning to be free of Muunilist and his overbearing father, he used his father's contacts to join up with the Sith. For disobeying him, Uriel's father disowned him. Initially a talented young technician, Uriel was eventually given the opportunity to fly for the Sith navy.
It was there he met her. Zasha. The love of his life. When Uriel first set eyes on his then CO, he knew. Never had he met a more fierce fighter, or lover. But even more rare was the feeling that Zasha understood him. His clumsy phrasings never phased or bothered her. Uriel and Zasha dreamed of settling down. Just one more deployment, and they'd have enough money to settle in a Village or small city. Somewhere safe, somewhere they could raise a family. Somewhere away from wanton destruction and war.
Their final deployment was on Kintan, the godforsaken place. The Sith lost, and in the ensuing retreat Zasha was hit. In panic and disarray, retreating Sith soldiers blew her out of the sky by accident. Just like that, the woman of his dreams had vaporized. Gone forever. When Zasha died, Uriel had nothing left inside but hate. Hate for the Sith soldier who had so ineptly ended her life, and the Sith Empire and Emperor, who ordered the attack and failed to beat the Jedi despite overwhelming odds.
Hate fueled him, and every world he fought on made Uriel more reckless. He held his enemies accountable for the actions of his own, flying ever more recklessly. He became famous for losing wingmen on his CAS missions, as well as the terrible carnage he wreaked on the enemy and his own TIE, crashing no fewer than three. Alone at night, Uriel turned to the bottle for comfort.
When the NIO's revolution began, Uriel was more then happy to oblige. He'd turn his cannon on the people responsible, and shred everything they held dear.
SHIP:
Uriel's personal ship, the Bastard's Gambit, a TIE Mauler with modified wings that produce a louder screeching sound while performing dive bomber maneuvers.
KILLS:
N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
ROLE-PLAYS:
FACTION: New Imperial Order
RANK: CAS specialist
SPECIES: Human
AGE: Mid-thirties
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: Fighter pilots aren't tall
WEIGHT: Fit
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Dirty Blond
SKIN: Pale
FORCE SENSITIVE: Sensitive, but untrained
STRENGTHS:
Sixth Sense: Uriel has always had a keen sense, being very in tune with his intuition and gut instinct. While untrained, Uriel is sensitive to the Force, the mysterious ebb and flow of life in his galaxy. This sixth sense makes him keenly aware of danger he faces even when his perceptual cognitions are unaware.
Mechanically Inclined: Uriel is a mechanic at heart. He began by servicing earlier TIE fighters that he has come to know and love. He knows the machines in and out, and spent years as a TIE mechanic before ever flying one. He is familiar with near every model and every upgrade and key component, able to fix most any issue in a pinch. Uriel feels he has more connection with those machines than most humans. His savvy extends to his small collection of handguns.
WEAKNESSES:
Awkward: Uriel was never a great or rousing speaker, and was close with very few people.
VOID: Uriel loved once, and only once. The tragic and early death of his young wife left him jaded, devoid of empathy and emotion. Uriel views life with contempt, often pushing himself well past safety in combat, tempting death to bring him back to his departed. He has little regard for his own self-preservation or that of his wingmen, owing to his contempt of life.
Unkempt: Unconcerned with his appearance or how he appears to others, Uriel is a slob. The only place spotless is his cockpit, ship, and weaponry.
Alcoholic: Uriel drowns his sorrows in spirits, and often drinks functionally while flying or working on his personal TIE. Off duty, he drinks himself into a wrathful stupor, picking fights with anyone and often winning.
APPEARANCE:
BIOGRAPHY:
Uriel Tokarev was the first born son to the father of a small manufacturing business. Growing up in and around a on Muunilist factory fueled Uriel's fascination with machines. When his father bid and won a major contract for the construction of a TIE navigations piece, Uriel was taken to an exhibition featuring the different models. Around 16, yearning to be free of Muunilist and his overbearing father, he used his father's contacts to join up with the Sith. For disobeying him, Uriel's father disowned him. Initially a talented young technician, Uriel was eventually given the opportunity to fly for the Sith navy.
It was there he met her. Zasha. The love of his life. When Uriel first set eyes on his then CO, he knew. Never had he met a more fierce fighter, or lover. But even more rare was the feeling that Zasha understood him. His clumsy phrasings never phased or bothered her. Uriel and Zasha dreamed of settling down. Just one more deployment, and they'd have enough money to settle in a Village or small city. Somewhere safe, somewhere they could raise a family. Somewhere away from wanton destruction and war.
Their final deployment was on Kintan, the godforsaken place. The Sith lost, and in the ensuing retreat Zasha was hit. In panic and disarray, retreating Sith soldiers blew her out of the sky by accident. Just like that, the woman of his dreams had vaporized. Gone forever. When Zasha died, Uriel had nothing left inside but hate. Hate for the Sith soldier who had so ineptly ended her life, and the Sith Empire and Emperor, who ordered the attack and failed to beat the Jedi despite overwhelming odds.
Hate fueled him, and every world he fought on made Uriel more reckless. He held his enemies accountable for the actions of his own, flying ever more recklessly. He became famous for losing wingmen on his CAS missions, as well as the terrible carnage he wreaked on the enemy and his own TIE, crashing no fewer than three. Alone at night, Uriel turned to the bottle for comfort.
When the NIO's revolution began, Uriel was more then happy to oblige. He'd turn his cannon on the people responsible, and shred everything they held dear.
SHIP:
Uriel's personal ship, the Bastard's Gambit, a TIE Mauler with modified wings that produce a louder screeching sound while performing dive bomber maneuvers.
KILLS:
N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
ROLE-PLAYS: