Post by Darius Licht (Form. Jacob) on Jan 24, 2015 21:41:28 GMT -5
Note that I'm not sure how well I'm flushing this out. My bio's are horrible. But I tried. I'm porting him in from a different RP, so I actually have some sort of basis to go off of, personality wise. He's not just a thrill seeker, he just doesn't have a goal in this game, so he comes across as one. When I fit into the storyline he'll become much more focused on a single goal.
Name: Darius Licht
Class: Smuggler
Age: 23 (I was thinking 45, but I'm gonna let his story in this RP create itself)
Sex: Male
Height/Weight: 6' 4", 180lbs
Species: Human
Title:
Appearance: Darius is a man who wears a blue, leather long coat, very well made, with silver plates, a blue leather face mask, a set of goggles, and a leather hat with a wide brim. Underneath the mask he has medium length black hair, pale skin, and Arab features. He is slim, but athletic, underneath the coat, and he wears a breastplate underneath the plated leather, made of durasteel, or whatever is high quality armor material, if durasteel hasn't been invented yet. He rarely shows his face to people, only taking off the mask when he's learned to trust. All over him are well tooled belts carrying weapons and supplies and tools.
Base Stats
Strength: 5 (+1)
Speed: 5 (+1)
Stamina: 5 (+1)
Charisma: 10 (+6)
Combat Stats
Unarmed: 0
Melee: 5
Range: 5
Personal Items: The items he carries are his outfit, two swords, slung on a belt that goes over his coat, around his waist, one made out of half silver, half iron, the other made out of half gold, half a peculiar crystal. (thinking of having the crystal be force infused, but, I don't know. That's up to admins.) The two swords are ancient, old heirlooms of his family, and, as such, he rarely uses them. He has a crossbow that he carries with a strap slung over one shoulder. He carries a sword made of a large bone on a belt that crosses his chest, and on this belt is also three daggers, all made of silver. He has a dagger and a row of vials of acid on another belt around his waist, the dagger being made of high grade carbon. On that same belt is his only blaster, a heavy blaster pistol, that he commissioned, custom made for him, by a blaster smith on Corellia. Other than that, he has an oxygen filter attached to his mask, that automatically filters any air he breathes, and his goggles have infrared capabilities.
Starship: Manta-Ray Class Light Freighter
Skills:
Duelist
Congeniality
Conditioning
Bio:
Darius... A hunter from Corellia? A son of an influential diplomat? A smooth talking, charismatic man? All these things are he, and yet, he is himself.
The life of Darius begins with that of his father, a politician, as well as a member of the affectionately called "Hunters Guild". The guild is more of a club, truly; It has no true order to it, in the form of hunting.
Darius' father, who's name is Dantius, was just as charismatic, if not, more so than Darius. Dantius started out as a middle class citizen, did all the right things, went to school for law and business, and had a dream. Someday, he'd change history, and be a politician that was honest, open, and true to his word. He achieved one of those goals. He became a politician (not sure how the gov'ment is, so I'll have him be in the governing body of Corellia), gaining favors and rising in influence, until the name of "Licht" actually carried some weight to it. By this time, he actually had the money to lobby a campaign to get where he wanted, and so he did.
Dantius achieved his goal of being a major influence on world politics, so he finally set about getting an heir.
Darius was born uneventfully, in a Corellian hospital, without fanfare. He wasn't known to the general public to even exist, just to a small few. He was taught business, law, and the finer parts of courtesy by the best tutors his father could afford (And they were good tutors.). He learned, privately, all of the knowledge he would learn in school, and more. He was taught fencing, archery, old forms of combat that were deemed the "Rich mans sports", and he was taught how to survive in the upper echelon of society, living as a high class citizen.
He was taught until the age of nineteen, when his father deemed him old enough and mature enough to survive on his own. He was given a ship, and given the ability to choose one single parting gift, that was to never be sold, out of the family's few heirlooms. There was a ring, made of pure gold, with a large diamond on it, the two swords, and an ancient painting. Darius chose the blades, the two things that, even as a young boy, he had admired. After that, he was given a sum of money and told that he would be required to live in the world for ten years before he came back to live with his family. He could visit, but he would not be given any more freebies.
Darius sat in his ship for a day, contemplating what he wished to do. He finally came upon a revelation, of sorts. He felt that he was skilled enough with weapons that he could hire on as possibly a mercenary of sorts. Not so terribly physical, of course- He was a rich man, not a poor person looking for handouts. But a suitably flashy and debonair life for a young, cocky rich boy. He set out, still on Corellia, to find some outlet for his swashbuckling dream.
Darius found his dream. He found it and realized exactly how much of a nightmare it was. A mercenary's life was not flashing about a blade and exclaiming "Drop your gun, lout, I'll have your head if you don't!" It was a horrible, gruesome fight where those who you liked died.
He quickly left the mercenary life, or, at least, that side of it. He decided that he would become an adventuring hero, of sorts. He had enough money to live for quite a while, and he could always find time for business pursuits at other times, so, why not find something that he could do that would be filled with the type of life he so wanted. He purchased the breastplate, the leather outfit, inflight the goggles, mask, and hat, and set out into varied wild, overgrown planets, such as Felucia, signing up for a hunters club and hunting the beasts he found with his blades and his crossbow, rarely using his blaster pistol, more excited about the thrill of the more primitive weapons combat.
After the spate of monster hunting, he headed back to Corellia, commissioning an Acklay arm to be created into a sword, so he wouldn't need to keep using his blades. He occasionally will make forays out to hunt monsters, but for now, he's looking for the next eye catching event.
Name: Darius Licht
Class: Smuggler
Age: 23 (I was thinking 45, but I'm gonna let his story in this RP create itself)
Sex: Male
Height/Weight: 6' 4", 180lbs
Species: Human
Title:
Appearance: Darius is a man who wears a blue, leather long coat, very well made, with silver plates, a blue leather face mask, a set of goggles, and a leather hat with a wide brim. Underneath the mask he has medium length black hair, pale skin, and Arab features. He is slim, but athletic, underneath the coat, and he wears a breastplate underneath the plated leather, made of durasteel, or whatever is high quality armor material, if durasteel hasn't been invented yet. He rarely shows his face to people, only taking off the mask when he's learned to trust. All over him are well tooled belts carrying weapons and supplies and tools.
Base Stats
Strength: 5 (+1)
Speed: 5 (+1)
Stamina: 5 (+1)
Charisma: 10 (+6)
Combat Stats
Unarmed: 0
Melee: 5
Range: 5
Personal Items: The items he carries are his outfit, two swords, slung on a belt that goes over his coat, around his waist, one made out of half silver, half iron, the other made out of half gold, half a peculiar crystal. (thinking of having the crystal be force infused, but, I don't know. That's up to admins.) The two swords are ancient, old heirlooms of his family, and, as such, he rarely uses them. He has a crossbow that he carries with a strap slung over one shoulder. He carries a sword made of a large bone on a belt that crosses his chest, and on this belt is also three daggers, all made of silver. He has a dagger and a row of vials of acid on another belt around his waist, the dagger being made of high grade carbon. On that same belt is his only blaster, a heavy blaster pistol, that he commissioned, custom made for him, by a blaster smith on Corellia. Other than that, he has an oxygen filter attached to his mask, that automatically filters any air he breathes, and his goggles have infrared capabilities.
Starship: Manta-Ray Class Light Freighter
Skills:
Duelist
Congeniality
Conditioning
Bio:
Darius... A hunter from Corellia? A son of an influential diplomat? A smooth talking, charismatic man? All these things are he, and yet, he is himself.
The life of Darius begins with that of his father, a politician, as well as a member of the affectionately called "Hunters Guild". The guild is more of a club, truly; It has no true order to it, in the form of hunting.
Darius' father, who's name is Dantius, was just as charismatic, if not, more so than Darius. Dantius started out as a middle class citizen, did all the right things, went to school for law and business, and had a dream. Someday, he'd change history, and be a politician that was honest, open, and true to his word. He achieved one of those goals. He became a politician (not sure how the gov'ment is, so I'll have him be in the governing body of Corellia), gaining favors and rising in influence, until the name of "Licht" actually carried some weight to it. By this time, he actually had the money to lobby a campaign to get where he wanted, and so he did.
Dantius achieved his goal of being a major influence on world politics, so he finally set about getting an heir.
Darius was born uneventfully, in a Corellian hospital, without fanfare. He wasn't known to the general public to even exist, just to a small few. He was taught business, law, and the finer parts of courtesy by the best tutors his father could afford (And they were good tutors.). He learned, privately, all of the knowledge he would learn in school, and more. He was taught fencing, archery, old forms of combat that were deemed the "Rich mans sports", and he was taught how to survive in the upper echelon of society, living as a high class citizen.
He was taught until the age of nineteen, when his father deemed him old enough and mature enough to survive on his own. He was given a ship, and given the ability to choose one single parting gift, that was to never be sold, out of the family's few heirlooms. There was a ring, made of pure gold, with a large diamond on it, the two swords, and an ancient painting. Darius chose the blades, the two things that, even as a young boy, he had admired. After that, he was given a sum of money and told that he would be required to live in the world for ten years before he came back to live with his family. He could visit, but he would not be given any more freebies.
Darius sat in his ship for a day, contemplating what he wished to do. He finally came upon a revelation, of sorts. He felt that he was skilled enough with weapons that he could hire on as possibly a mercenary of sorts. Not so terribly physical, of course- He was a rich man, not a poor person looking for handouts. But a suitably flashy and debonair life for a young, cocky rich boy. He set out, still on Corellia, to find some outlet for his swashbuckling dream.
Darius found his dream. He found it and realized exactly how much of a nightmare it was. A mercenary's life was not flashing about a blade and exclaiming "Drop your gun, lout, I'll have your head if you don't!" It was a horrible, gruesome fight where those who you liked died.
He quickly left the mercenary life, or, at least, that side of it. He decided that he would become an adventuring hero, of sorts. He had enough money to live for quite a while, and he could always find time for business pursuits at other times, so, why not find something that he could do that would be filled with the type of life he so wanted. He purchased the breastplate, the leather outfit, inflight the goggles, mask, and hat, and set out into varied wild, overgrown planets, such as Felucia, signing up for a hunters club and hunting the beasts he found with his blades and his crossbow, rarely using his blaster pistol, more excited about the thrill of the more primitive weapons combat.
After the spate of monster hunting, he headed back to Corellia, commissioning an Acklay arm to be created into a sword, so he wouldn't need to keep using his blades. He occasionally will make forays out to hunt monsters, but for now, he's looking for the next eye catching event.