Good Ol' Scoundrel
Downfall. A metaphorical illustration. Colorized, 850-860ABY.
NAME: Virgo Ovmar
ALIAS: None earned yet.
SPECIES: Human
AGE: Mid-twenties
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: Tall
WEIGHT: Fairly Athletic
FORCE SENSITIVE: Unknown.
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TRAITS AND CHARACTERISTICS:
- Avaricious
- Machiavellian
- Charismatic (Jared Ovmar's Grandson)
- Talkative
- Capable Vehicle Pilot, especially speeder bikes
- Gun Proficient
- Short Tempered
- Cantina Brawler
- Guitar and Fiddle player
- Narrow-minded
- Talks/Acts before he thinks
- Easily provoked
- Gambling Addiction
- Prone to temptations and seductions
APPEARANCE:
A rather tall, slightly lanky but wide shouldered figure, Virgo is most often seen in scoop necked white t-shirts above which hangs a black space leather jacket most often associated with speeder bike gangs in the Western Reaches. Due to the hot climate of his homeworld, Ovmar has a signature habit of wearing his jackets draped over his shoulders. Black or dark grey trousers and brown boots complete his attire.
The scar crossing his right eye makes him easily recognizable with his rather aggressive hair cut not helping him much in blending within a crowd. His rather eccentric physical features could make him easily stand out among others. Virgo is blessed with the charismatic and charming facial features of his notorious grandfather - Jared Ovmar.
BIOGRAPHY:
Born n bred in a small town on a generic planet in the Western Reaches. Just like every other place in the Reaches, life's wild. Law and fortune are in the hands of the strong. Not that life's too hard but if you wanna have more than the average joe than you gotta get your hands dirty.
Realized that somewhere in my teens, I thank my bullies at school for opening my eyes. Life's harsh, a game of survival.
So I once I saw what reality looked like, I couldn't keep my head down any longer and do all those 'planned' stuff. Study, get a degree, get a job, find a wife, raise a child and so on. I guess it doesn't run in the blood, y'know? Something inside keeps my blood boiling wanting more.
Joined a biker gang doing illegal poodoo in town and in the vicinity. Made much more cash than most peers, heck even adults so I couldn't care less when I got the boot from school. Especially when you had the warmth of different girls each night to clear your worries.
I tasted power but I didn't know how to keep it.
Life's a fairy tale but life's a wheel.
You try to bite more than you can chew and you suddenly find yourself the sole survivor of the gang and you gotta run.
So here I am - outta the comfort of my howeworld in the wild western reaches riding the wave of fate with a bunch of no-goods just like me...
or are we accidentally aiming for something more?
