Mar 17, 2018 4:41:12 GMT
NAME: Hettyc Or'parguur Or'dinii
FACTION: Mando'ade, Aliit Or'dinii
RANK: Ruus'alor
SPECIES: Selonian
AGE: 28
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 2.1 meters
WEIGHT: 85 kg
EYES: Black
HAIR: Black
SKIN: not visible, probably also black
FORCE SENSITIVE: Non-sensitive
APPEARANCE:
Sleek black fur, over lean, muscular body. Prefers to remain in motion, even if the motion is minor. Armor is painted in a mottled green pattern. He usually wears his armor, a light suit of beskargam, in public, unless on Selonia.
FORCE POWERS:
N/A
WEAPONS: Beskad, katana blade. E-11 blaster carbine, assorted grenades. Other weapons are equipped to purpose.
BIOGRAPHY:
Born off of Selonia. Grew up in a colony ship on it's way to the outer edges of the galaxy. Attacked by pirates in Hutt Space, the ship was boarded a number of times as it drifted with damaged drives. Slavers were pulling citizens out as fast as they could ship them to the pens. A young hutt to offense that such an operation was happening so close to his space and not contributing to his coffers. Most of the ship had been sacked already, when the hutt's enforcers arrived. They searched the ship carefully, marking sections for dismantling and scrapping. Hettyc barely more than a child, used the ship's systems against the enforcers, believing them to be more slavers, which wasn't far off. A mandolorian, more clever than most of the enforcers, caught him with a stun shot. Hettyc woke in a cell. A voice spoke to him, in selonian, and he responded. His new father explained what had happened to the others, and what could happen to him. It was his choice, to be a victim, or learn to fight and avenge those he'd lost. Hettyc chose the latter.
He grew and trained hard under his buir, working with him on his buir's contracts until he was skilled enough to take on his own work. He did grunt work, dirty work, whatever paid the bills and got him a little closer to exacting vengeance on the slavers. All it took in the end, was a stolen fighter, and a few well placed concussion missiles on a Hutt transport. The slavers were eradicated, though most of the slaves were also killed. Though in his mind, death was better than being enslaved, so it was a release. He's now looking for his next job, having sold the fighter for a beat up old shuttle, the sales being ... might have been inebriated at the time of the sale. Hettyc is currently flying a lightly used, YV-929, the armed variant. A "liberated" R-3 unit, R34Per, serves as his gunner. He's currently looking for a solid co-pilot, though various beinsg have filled the chair briefly.
SHIP:
YV-929 armed frieghter, a CEC design.
ROLE-PLAYS:
TBA
FACTION: Mando'ade, Aliit Or'dinii
RANK: Ruus'alor
SPECIES: Selonian
AGE: 28
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 2.1 meters
WEIGHT: 85 kg
EYES: Black
HAIR: Black
SKIN: not visible, probably also black
FORCE SENSITIVE: Non-sensitive
APPEARANCE:
Sleek black fur, over lean, muscular body. Prefers to remain in motion, even if the motion is minor. Armor is painted in a mottled green pattern. He usually wears his armor, a light suit of beskargam, in public, unless on Selonia.
FORCE POWERS:
N/A
WEAPONS: Beskad, katana blade. E-11 blaster carbine, assorted grenades. Other weapons are equipped to purpose.
BIOGRAPHY:
Born off of Selonia. Grew up in a colony ship on it's way to the outer edges of the galaxy. Attacked by pirates in Hutt Space, the ship was boarded a number of times as it drifted with damaged drives. Slavers were pulling citizens out as fast as they could ship them to the pens. A young hutt to offense that such an operation was happening so close to his space and not contributing to his coffers. Most of the ship had been sacked already, when the hutt's enforcers arrived. They searched the ship carefully, marking sections for dismantling and scrapping. Hettyc barely more than a child, used the ship's systems against the enforcers, believing them to be more slavers, which wasn't far off. A mandolorian, more clever than most of the enforcers, caught him with a stun shot. Hettyc woke in a cell. A voice spoke to him, in selonian, and he responded. His new father explained what had happened to the others, and what could happen to him. It was his choice, to be a victim, or learn to fight and avenge those he'd lost. Hettyc chose the latter.
He grew and trained hard under his buir, working with him on his buir's contracts until he was skilled enough to take on his own work. He did grunt work, dirty work, whatever paid the bills and got him a little closer to exacting vengeance on the slavers. All it took in the end, was a stolen fighter, and a few well placed concussion missiles on a Hutt transport. The slavers were eradicated, though most of the slaves were also killed. Though in his mind, death was better than being enslaved, so it was a release. He's now looking for his next job, having sold the fighter for a beat up old shuttle, the sales being ... might have been inebriated at the time of the sale. Hettyc is currently flying a lightly used, YV-929, the armed variant. A "liberated" R-3 unit, R34Per, serves as his gunner. He's currently looking for a solid co-pilot, though various beinsg have filled the chair briefly.
SHIP:
YV-929 armed frieghter, a CEC design.
ROLE-PLAYS:
TBA
