Draft #2

NAME: Vega Ardellian

SPECIES: Hybrid of Sephi / Keshian

AGE: Thirty-four

SEX: Male

HEIGHT: 1.87m

WEIGHT: 77kg

EYES: Visible left eye is brown, but the other is patched.

HAIR: Dark brown hair, about neck length.

SKIN: Tan





The lean and tall figure of Vega Ardellian boasts a lithe and nimble physical specimen based on speed and agility. His messy brown mane sways with the wind and every movement of his head, with a good majority of it overshadowing the dark patch that covers his right eye. Further inspection indicates a nasty scar that has blemished his skin, crossing the bridge of his nose to his left cheek. Beyond that is the one-eyed stare of a burnt brown hue that is left to pierce the darkness. Due to upbringing in a noble house, the majority of the time Vega is seen in formal attire that has been augmented to denote both his perceived status, and his occupation. Gloved hands, a regal cape, and the finest of fabrics adorn his frame. He rarely goes anywhere without his weapons resting on his hips - which embellish the known swagger with which he strides.


STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:

• + Good Genes - The cross between the Sephi and Keshian heritage gives Vega a long natural life-span, into the centuries. Paired with this, his eyesight naturally bleeds into the realm of the ultraviolet and infrared spectrum making him uniquely suited for space travel.
• + Royal Training - Vega grew up in the royal courts of Shu-Torun and was educated in the finest academics in his early years, he also understands customs, manners, and the political landscape allowing him to consort with dignitaries at the drop of a hat.
• + Swordsmanship - Specifically fencing; Vega was an avid student of the artform both at the royal academy and throughout his travels. His blade of choice now is the Blastsword rapier.
• + Ore-Duke - Nothing ever happened to his title, or the birthright he holds. While it's more of a formality now a days, it still gives him a sense of credibility, as well as the training he underwent knowing the ins and outs of mining ore on a volcanic planet.
• +/- Loot and Plunder - Having served as a hand on deck with a group of raucous pirates has taught Vega more than few immoral life lessons, and while he learned the trade of the pirate - he also took with it a contempt for the law when it stood in the way of his goals.
• +/- Team Leader, not Team Player - Vega's mentors have instilled in him a sense of leadership, as did his royal training. With those that have betrayed him, and those he has lost - he doesn't work great as an equal. Instead he commands respect as a leader and a captain.
• +/- Good Form - There's a code of ethics and honor that has stuck with the royal pirate, and he prefers to play by those rules. He's not sentimental about them, but they define his character. He's rather keep them intact than compromise, even if it's in his best interest to abandon them for a payoff.
• - Eye for an Eye - Vega carries a scar across his face leading to the patch that covers a dead eye. He has had the chance numerous times to get a bionic implant, but he keeps it as a badge of honor. It messes somewhat with his depth perception, and gives him a blind-spot on his left side.
• - Trust Issues - Vega keeps his cards close to his chest, and rarely lets people in further than he needs to. Betrayal is something he guards himself against at all costs, and that makes him more than a little suspicious of anyone he encounters.
• - One Man War - Ever since the upset that had cost him his dream, his friends, and his left eye; Vega has been on a quest for vengeance. Although it's taken longer than he likes, he's dead-set on accomplishing his goal and getting revenge on the traitor that took everything from him.

PERSONALITY:
One part nobility, one part pirate. Vega Ardellian is an aristocratic outlaw that truly believes his cause is just. The chip on his shoulder is reflected by the scar that decorates his face; as a constant reminder that he cannot let his dream die. Too many people lost their lives as a byproduct of his poor judgment and zeal; and he will not repay that debt with apathy. While he has come to terms with playing the long game, he is always on the lookout to topple the regime and the man that had caused his fall from grace. Often as a Captain he is tight lipped about his reasons for his actions, but instead he demands loyalty for those that choose the role of his crew. While he's not prone into voicing evidence that he cares, it is his actions that speak differently. Unafraid to step into danger, and often will put himself in the fray if it means leading by example. He harbors a code of honor and ethics that is rarely found in the pirate community, but he had learned to adapt as he needs to. Calm in the face of danger, yet offering something of a brooding melancholy when he's alone or troubled in thought.

Vega in unequivocal though in his stance, and his mindset. He has no issue with killing, and will not hesitate to end an conflict. Philosophical only to a small point, before action takes over. He understands that his actions have made him a wanted man, and that he has made enemies along the way. The perception people have of him, being a scourge is not anathema to his character. It doesn't matter to him, and he doesn't try to put up a pretense. He answers to no one about his actions, and meets the consequences of that lifestyle head on.

FORCE SENSITIVE: No

GEAR:

• Blastsword Rapier
• Armorweave cape with woven Karlini Silk
• Baw-56 Blaster Pistol

SHIP:

• Bastardized Lambda class T-4 Shuttle - The Star Opal

From an early age, all he had never known was heat and fire. The searing molten mass that eclipsed his home planet, bringing both a caustic and inhospitable environment – but at the same time the main proponent of the planet's own export and trade business. He saw it everyday from the curved dome of the citadel windows, and with every trek from the mining colony to the royal palace. The heat was inescapable, which meant that cooling the residential areas was always of the top priority. Some of his earliest memories were the unseen colors that swept his Keshian vision showing the spots of intense heat and the lower temperature areas that were enveloped by a cooler hue. While he wasn't being trained to do the mining trade himself – he was being instructed on how it operated.

The royal academy of Shu-Torun was decreed to be the honing ground for the young minds that were spawned by the noble houses. Each child given the very best education that credits could afford, and no expense was spared to educate and instruct them, so that they could adapt into their place in the society they were being groomed to takeover. It had been this way for centuries, even after the rebuilding efforts that had taken place nearly a millenia ago. Vega had been a happy and healthy child within the safety and sanctity of the royal care. Amicable and well-liked, he took his studies in a mostly serious tone while having a good time with his friends. Specifically though Vega preferred the hands on subjects like fencing over any of his other classes. For the most part he remained blithely unaware of the dangers that the Galaxy held, despite the numerous reminders of the Sho-Torun war.

There was no other topic so ingrained and indoctrinated into the children than what had happened centuries ago. The royal council kept insisting that the history of their planet and how it had nearly crumbled into non-existence was of the utmost importance. Every child knew the story by heart, and most of them – including Vega; were sick of hearing it by the time they were eight years old. Nothing more than ghost stories to scare children, and by the time he was a teenager all he really understood is that it continued to give bragging rights to his ancestors the ore-dukes for their part in trying to drive the invaders out of their kingdom. The contention between their ancestors and the royal monarchy had been buried centuries ago – and now it was just fodder for tavern talk. For Vega, he was focused on the operation and overseeing role that he would one day come to inherit. Born into the royal bloodline, he would claim the title of an Ore-Duke soon, and it would be his legacy that would be talking about if he had anything to say about it.

By the time he had gotten into his early twenties – the house Ardellian had now recognized the youth as the fledgling but capable ore-duke. While his family was still alive, they sought to split up the responsibility and tasks of their house and to teach the younger generation instead of waiting for others to simply pass on. While it had been a birthright, it was also a title earned – and Vega was raring to see new innovation in this millenia old position. He didn't simply want to see them stagnate, but to thrive. Their exports of rare ore and minerals was something the galaxy sorely needed, and it would only improve relations with other traders and worlds beyond their own little slice of the black. His interest in expansion brought him into talks with many local suppliers until he had found one willing to take a chance on him. Despite the house's suspicion that he was getting in over his head, they saw no danger in letting him start small and get his bearings.

This intrepid explorer that had taken Vega under his wing had started to show him the ropes in space flight. Teaching the young man everything he knew about how to pilot a ship; be it a small fighter or a larger vessel. The art of sailing through the cosmos was a skill that Vega took to quickly – highly appreciative of his mentor and business partner for inspiring his interest in creating a brand new trade route. The risk associated with this venture were numerous, as it demanded plotting out the coordinates of each leg of the journey for themselves and facing whatever pitfalls they might encounter head on. Vega was confident though with a team of friends he'd known since the royal academy – a team of good intentioned people with a litany of skills and talents that were more of a family to Vega than his own house.

While traveling through a new cloud nebula, a fleet of warships broke out of hyperspace to surround the frigate, laying down heavy fire on the rather unprotected frigate. The royal armada had only dispatched a couple of fighters to escort the mining vessel, but they were cut down within seconds. Vega couldn't believe his eyes, staring into the scene before him on the command bridge as explosions rocked the ship. In moments his dreams were dashed, and the frigate was boarded with soldiers blasting the crew and taking the ship for themselves. The only one left besides himself was his friend, his mentor – and the traitor that had sold him out. That was the day trust was erased from his vocabulary, as the sneering smile of that turncoat was caught before he hit the deck from that blaster bolt to his head.


A klaxon of alarms blared rousing the young man from his recent injury after the new captain had cleared the deck and was moving to transfer the payload to the warships that he'd conspired with. Pain, anger, and regret all lanced through his body as he drug himself to the control panels and sealed off the bridge. A distress call was sent to his home planet before he started to man the controls by himself. Blood coated his face and with only one working eye his vision was hazy at best. The integrity of the ship itself was dwindling and he had only a few minutes left before the boarding party would be able to raid the bridge and take him out, or hostage. He wasn't interested in either. Instead he authored a dangerous new course for the frigate before readying the one remaining escape pod from the bridge – being somewhat damaged and requiring a manual release.

Seconds ticked by as the frigate lurched into a new course obeying the nav computer's coordinates, and Vega jettisoned from the ship before it made a critical jump to lightspeed, and launched itself at one of the war ships closest to the armada. The compromised integrity of the hull ripped most of itself to pieces, but a large chunk managed to breach into the hyper lanes and slice clean through the war ship decimating it in the process in a single flash of radiant light. That flash of light and the blast launched the escape pod off course, as the adrenaline died in Vega's body and he passed out once again – exhausted.

That day was the start of the one man war the Vega Ardellian would wage on the traitor and his employ that had taken everything from him. His escape pod intersected with a ship that was passing through and was pulled in as potential cargo until they found the young man within. Unfortunately he'd fallen in line with the kind of scum that he would have looked down his nose at when in the royal house on Shu-Torun. Now he had nothing but a name, and at least that much he kept to himself to ensure the pirates he fell in with didn't hold him for ransom. Vega however found favor with the captain, and started to understand the life of these malcontents; learning their ways and proving himself useful. Eventually he came to know the coalition of pirates and adopt their ways – but he knew what his goal eventually would have to be. He would take this training he'd received and his vengeful heart, and strike out to finish the job and rid the galaxy of that traitor that had dashed his life to pieces. Eventually Vega struck out on his own after cobbling together a cruiser that would be his first primary vessel. The plan was simple, get a ship, get a crew, and get revenge.