Post by Zilfer on Jul 16, 2013 18:43:59 GMT -5
Name: Loren 'Hunter' Baralein
Species: Human
Age: 27
Class: Hired Gun
Specialization: Mercenary of War
Stats: 4 Brawn, 3 Agility, 2 Intellect, 2 Cunning, 2 Willpower, 2 Presence
Biography: Loran was born 27 BBY on Metellos to a family living on the surface slums. His parents did the best they could for him, but he always knew it was never enough. When the clone wars ended he was eight years old. It passed him by like any other day, and regardless of “Republic” or “Empire” he didn’t see too much of a change on Metellos. However as he continued to grow in this hostile environment he learned quite a bit about using vibroblades, and sharp objects in general. Most couldn’t afford a decent blaster rifle so they resorted to what was on hand. The hard life of the surface lent itself to looking out for one’s self.
He was falling in with the wrong crowd starting to get a taste for spice, before his parents saw a chance to save their son from Metellos’ brutal life. They signed him up for the Imperial Navy in the Stormtrooper initiative. Loran was taught through basic, how to fire weapons, hand to hand combat, and even a bit of marksmenship. He served form age nineteen to twenty four where he had gotten kicked out of the Imperial command.
The stint had been the result of the Imperials getting wind of rebel alliance possibly seeking aid from a warrior race called Mandalorians. This would be his first encounter with them but it would be far from the last Loren and his stormtrooper brethren, much of which were cloned from a stock of people. He rather disliked finding someone who looked the same person as someone in his squad but it couldn’t be helped.
They found themselves on the planet of Empress Teta, a similiar city planet like Coruscant. They had been searching here for a good few weeks and he was off duty. Recently he had heard his parents had passed back on Metellos and the money he had been sending them had been returned to him for the past three months. He blasted threw alcoholic substances buying drinks for anyone at the table. Well this attracted the attention of a few patrons that didn't like him throwing his money around.
He ended up in a bar fight, which ended with a stun bolt to his chest. Not before however taking out the two men who had approached him. He woke up on a bed somewhere he didn't recognize, his head pounding and looking around he gathered his cloths and walked out to a living room with four people.
"You let this little shit beat you, he's even Imperial trash!"
Loren looked amongst them seeing markings of Mandalorian symbols he had been brieffed on more then two weeks prior and realized how far deep he was in. Checking for his communicator he found it was missing.
"Looking for this?" asked a female from the side holding up the communicator. "Relax, Breijo just wants a rematch from the bar."
Loren entered the make shift ring after he saw they weren't going to let him go, and he fought this Breijo. The Mandalorian was brutal in hand to hand but he managed to get the upper hand on him strangling the air from him until he passed out. Burised, and weary he fell back looking at the others wondering what they were going to do now.
"Impressive," said one of them. He noticed they had an odd creature that crawled over to lick the face of Breijo who woke up after a bit of prodding. Half wondering if he was going to get shot out of anger of the Mandalorian he was surprised when he was offered a chance to pet the creature.
"Yer all right, for a for a non mando...." That was moments before Imperials broke through the door, stormtroopers poring in.
"Hands above your head."
Loren ~ how could this get any worse...?
Loren was put through a long interrogation progress of why he was with those mandalorians. His story seemed very unlikely to the higher ups that he just so happened to be there when they had burst in. Once they were sure a few grueling days later. They sent him to go get in with those Mandalorians to see if they had any Rebel Alliance contacts.
Under the guise that he had gotten kicked out because of them, and he wanted a job form them at the very least he was able to be accepted temporarily into their job. It was two months without even so much of a word from Imperial high command and it was getting clearer by the day, that he was sure these guys didn’t know anything about the rebellion.
Breijo taught him a small portion of Mando’a, and they eventually accepted him into the fold. Another four months flew by and they finally met with someone from the Rebel Alliance. He was conflicted at this point, he had slowly built up a friendship with his mando friends. Cale, Breijo, Kate, and Little Bakjo their pet Strill.
He was contact by the Imperials after reaching out to them about possibly finally having information. They let him know they had been monitoring him and keeping their distance not to tip off the Mandalorians to their presence. Loren was torn between the life he had been living and the life he had.
He decided to trash his comlink, and join his new ‘family’ at the scheduled meet. Unfortunately, the Imperials had followed him to the meet and they were ambushed in the middle of negoshiations. During the run most everyone got separated except for him and Breijo. They managed to hide it out in a nearby warehouse. When they were joined by the rest of the squad and were about to leave when the Stormtroopers came offering one last chance for Loren to come back to their side.
His new family having learned he had been spying on them the whole time seemed to turn their back on him, but he rejected the offer putting a bolt between their face and providing the distraction they needed to slip away. Breijo afterwards was ready to kill Loren as soon as they he showed up.
“You swore to look out for this family!” he had bellowed slamming Loren into the wall. They wrestled exchanging blows until Cale managed to pull them away from eachother. “Enough! He’s just as much as a wanted man as we are now Breijo. Don’t you see he threw his old life behind him! He’s one of us now, whether you like it or not. Kate, lets find us a way off this planet. We’ve over stayed our welcome.”
Problems didn’t end there though; a bounty was placed on Loren’s head and those of the Mandalorian for being “Rebel Sympathizers.” Leaving the planet was an adventure of itself, and needless to say he hardly speaks to Kate, or Cale and he has the Strill that belonged to Breijo.
He found his way to Tattooine slowly hitting lower and lower circles until at last he found some work, for a Hutt named Teemo. He had worked for hired muscle often enough, but what Teemo hadn’t been expecting was that he might do his job too well. He had recently killed Teemo’s second best man. Well ‘First’ but Loren’s response to being ‘second’ was “If you say so.” He killed the Trandosian when he tried to torture a family for money. The fun and games stopped when they decided to take it out on the young woman of the family.
This has earned him the Ire of yet another dangerous enemy, and possibly a second bounty on his head. So his story begins fleeing through the streets dodging blaster fire with a few new companions…
Species: Human
Age: 27
Class: Hired Gun
Specialization: Mercenary of War
Stats: 4 Brawn, 3 Agility, 2 Intellect, 2 Cunning, 2 Willpower, 2 Presence
Biography: Loran was born 27 BBY on Metellos to a family living on the surface slums. His parents did the best they could for him, but he always knew it was never enough. When the clone wars ended he was eight years old. It passed him by like any other day, and regardless of “Republic” or “Empire” he didn’t see too much of a change on Metellos. However as he continued to grow in this hostile environment he learned quite a bit about using vibroblades, and sharp objects in general. Most couldn’t afford a decent blaster rifle so they resorted to what was on hand. The hard life of the surface lent itself to looking out for one’s self.
He was falling in with the wrong crowd starting to get a taste for spice, before his parents saw a chance to save their son from Metellos’ brutal life. They signed him up for the Imperial Navy in the Stormtrooper initiative. Loran was taught through basic, how to fire weapons, hand to hand combat, and even a bit of marksmenship. He served form age nineteen to twenty four where he had gotten kicked out of the Imperial command.
The stint had been the result of the Imperials getting wind of rebel alliance possibly seeking aid from a warrior race called Mandalorians. This would be his first encounter with them but it would be far from the last Loren and his stormtrooper brethren, much of which were cloned from a stock of people. He rather disliked finding someone who looked the same person as someone in his squad but it couldn’t be helped.
They found themselves on the planet of Empress Teta, a similiar city planet like Coruscant. They had been searching here for a good few weeks and he was off duty. Recently he had heard his parents had passed back on Metellos and the money he had been sending them had been returned to him for the past three months. He blasted threw alcoholic substances buying drinks for anyone at the table. Well this attracted the attention of a few patrons that didn't like him throwing his money around.
He ended up in a bar fight, which ended with a stun bolt to his chest. Not before however taking out the two men who had approached him. He woke up on a bed somewhere he didn't recognize, his head pounding and looking around he gathered his cloths and walked out to a living room with four people.
"You let this little shit beat you, he's even Imperial trash!"
Loren looked amongst them seeing markings of Mandalorian symbols he had been brieffed on more then two weeks prior and realized how far deep he was in. Checking for his communicator he found it was missing.
"Looking for this?" asked a female from the side holding up the communicator. "Relax, Breijo just wants a rematch from the bar."
Loren entered the make shift ring after he saw they weren't going to let him go, and he fought this Breijo. The Mandalorian was brutal in hand to hand but he managed to get the upper hand on him strangling the air from him until he passed out. Burised, and weary he fell back looking at the others wondering what they were going to do now.
"Impressive," said one of them. He noticed they had an odd creature that crawled over to lick the face of Breijo who woke up after a bit of prodding. Half wondering if he was going to get shot out of anger of the Mandalorian he was surprised when he was offered a chance to pet the creature.
"Yer all right, for a for a non mando...." That was moments before Imperials broke through the door, stormtroopers poring in.
"Hands above your head."
Loren ~ how could this get any worse...?
Loren was put through a long interrogation progress of why he was with those mandalorians. His story seemed very unlikely to the higher ups that he just so happened to be there when they had burst in. Once they were sure a few grueling days later. They sent him to go get in with those Mandalorians to see if they had any Rebel Alliance contacts.
Under the guise that he had gotten kicked out because of them, and he wanted a job form them at the very least he was able to be accepted temporarily into their job. It was two months without even so much of a word from Imperial high command and it was getting clearer by the day, that he was sure these guys didn’t know anything about the rebellion.
Breijo taught him a small portion of Mando’a, and they eventually accepted him into the fold. Another four months flew by and they finally met with someone from the Rebel Alliance. He was conflicted at this point, he had slowly built up a friendship with his mando friends. Cale, Breijo, Kate, and Little Bakjo their pet Strill.
He was contact by the Imperials after reaching out to them about possibly finally having information. They let him know they had been monitoring him and keeping their distance not to tip off the Mandalorians to their presence. Loren was torn between the life he had been living and the life he had.
He decided to trash his comlink, and join his new ‘family’ at the scheduled meet. Unfortunately, the Imperials had followed him to the meet and they were ambushed in the middle of negoshiations. During the run most everyone got separated except for him and Breijo. They managed to hide it out in a nearby warehouse. When they were joined by the rest of the squad and were about to leave when the Stormtroopers came offering one last chance for Loren to come back to their side.
His new family having learned he had been spying on them the whole time seemed to turn their back on him, but he rejected the offer putting a bolt between their face and providing the distraction they needed to slip away. Breijo afterwards was ready to kill Loren as soon as they he showed up.
“You swore to look out for this family!” he had bellowed slamming Loren into the wall. They wrestled exchanging blows until Cale managed to pull them away from eachother. “Enough! He’s just as much as a wanted man as we are now Breijo. Don’t you see he threw his old life behind him! He’s one of us now, whether you like it or not. Kate, lets find us a way off this planet. We’ve over stayed our welcome.”
Problems didn’t end there though; a bounty was placed on Loren’s head and those of the Mandalorian for being “Rebel Sympathizers.” Leaving the planet was an adventure of itself, and needless to say he hardly speaks to Kate, or Cale and he has the Strill that belonged to Breijo.
He found his way to Tattooine slowly hitting lower and lower circles until at last he found some work, for a Hutt named Teemo. He had worked for hired muscle often enough, but what Teemo hadn’t been expecting was that he might do his job too well. He had recently killed Teemo’s second best man. Well ‘First’ but Loren’s response to being ‘second’ was “If you say so.” He killed the Trandosian when he tried to torture a family for money. The fun and games stopped when they decided to take it out on the young woman of the family.
This has earned him the Ire of yet another dangerous enemy, and possibly a second bounty on his head. So his story begins fleeing through the streets dodging blaster fire with a few new companions…
