Alrik Tohrok
Character
NAME: Alrik Tohrok
FACTION: Independent
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: Mostly Firrerreo (Slight Human Ancestry)
AGE: 23
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'0
WEIGHT: 175lbs
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Brown
SKIN: Gold (Silver when angered)
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
Strengths
-Extremely High Force Sensitivity: manifested as slight precognitive abilities (bad feelings when something terrible is about to happen, seems to 'know' when he is going to when a hand when playing pazaak or when the odds are in his favor while gambling in other games.)
-Fast Reflexes: He can move a lot more quickly than most humans or near humans, and is known for being a quick draw when involved in gun fights.
-Great Cook: Having spent a short amount of time rich, Alrik developed a taste for fine food. When he lost a lot of his money, he could no longer afford a chief to prepare his meals for him, so he had his chief teach him how to cook.
-Good Brawler: having been in many bar fights Alrik has learned how to fight with his fists quite well (can't stand up against a trained martial artist though)
- Militia Training: Alrik knows how to handle a gun, and possesses basic survival skills that he learned from the few years he trained to be in the militia of his home world.
-Ferrerreo Regenerative Abilities: Alrik possesses the regenerative capabilities of his Ferrerreo heritage, and is capable of regenerating from most wounds far quicker than a normal human. He can also survive some injuries that might kill a normal human being, in fact it is believed that only a blaster to the head or heart can kill a Ferrerreo.
-Ambidextrous: While he slightly favors his left hand, Alrik is capable of using both hands to perform tasks. In a fist fight he tends to take a stance of a left handed fighter as it sometimes can confuse those who are used to fighting righties. When holding a rifle he tends to hold it like a right handed person usually, unless he is in a situation where holding it left handed would be more advantageous.
-Quick Learner: Alrik can take on new skills rather quickly. Once something has caught his interest, Alrik will quickly catch on to the basics of whatever it is in near record time.
Weaknesses
-Terrible Pilot: he can press autopilot on a ship, or perform basic maneuvers, but in combat he'd probably be the first to be shot down, or more likely crash.
-Addicted to Gambling: Can't turn down a bet, unless odds are completely stacked against him. Even then though, he will be tempted to take up the bet, and can be swayed into gambling against terrible odds.
-Loves Money: While he isn’t without morals, Alrik’s love of money can easily cloud his judgment. He is also easy to manipulate as long as he believes he will earn a decent amount of money for whatever he is doing.
-Binge Drinker: Whenever Alrik starts drinking, he has a tendency to keep going until he runs out or passes out.
-Unsteady aim: While Alrik is good at whipping his pistol around and quickly taking shots, when it comes to holding a rifle and hitting a decent target he performs worse than most others with military training. He can’t keep his aim steady, and usually has difficulty hitting distant targets. He isn't a terrible shot, but he is definitely no marksman.
-Uneducated: Having grown up on an isolated planet in the Outer Rim, Alrik only knows so much about the galaxy, and never received a formal education.
APPEARANCE:
Alrik stand at 6 feet, making him slightly above the average human height. He has a lean, muscular frame from his years in the militia as well as from when he was a mercenary. While he likes to wear comfortable clothes, due to having almost no money he usually just wears anything he can get cheap. He doesn't have a color preference, but prefers clothes that are of a dark shade. His hair, unlike most Firrerreo, is only one color: brown. One of his great grand parents was a human, and it seems that their traits of only have one tone of hair carried it's way through Alrik 's family until it reached him and became a dominant trait. Alrik's hair is currently grown out, and very messy.
BIOGRAPHY:
Alrik was born on one of 4 colonized planets in his system. His planet had far more resources than the other planets in the system, and thus constantly had to fend off forces from these worlds. From a very young age, Alrik was trained to become a member of his planets militia force, and seemed to do well despite hating being told what to do and overall not having a good time. Being a Firrerreo, often times his instructors pushed him a lot harder than the other kids because if he got hurt he’d heal a lot quicker than a normal human would. Because Alrik was forced into military training at such a young age he never received a formal education.
Around the age of 16 Alrik began actively working in the militia of his planet, defending his home world from the armies of the other planets in the system. He fought in a few battles, and while he was never considered a hero or anything like that, he proved to be a capable soldier, even though on occasion he’d disobey orders to save some civilians or a friend. He was also well known for practically having a sixth sense, and anyone who worked with him knew to be cautious whenever he got a ‘bad feeling’.
After 2 years of service however, Alrik’s dissatisfaction with his life in the military grew too much for him to bear. During a mission Alrik high jacked one of the ships being used, and managed to get it into hyper space. He had decided that the government of his planet had mistreated him by forcing him into the military without giving him any choice, and decided he would find a new life on some other world.
He ended up crashing onto some Outer Rim world, managing to heal from the wounds he sustained in the crash quick enough to escape before local officials arrived. For the next 2 years he tried to adapt to life on what he hoped to be his new home, getting odd jobs here and there. That was until he fell in love. He saw her at a bar, surrounded by men who just seemed to keep throwing money at her, all of them trying to get lucky.
That pazaak table was probably the most beautiful thing Alrik had ever seen. It wasn’t long before he started asking people about the game, learning how it worked and strategies how to play. He saved up enough money to buy a deck and began playing pazaak almost all of the time. At first he seemed only an average player to others who played, though in truth he had little idea what he was doing. He would just occasionally get a hunch that the next card wouldn't cause him to bust, or that one of his negative cards would be enough to bring his total down to 20. As he became good at the game however, he started to realize that the hunches sometimes defied what he believed to be the right thing to do. Why should he hit on a 17 when he had a +2 in his hand? But when he placed the 2 down and stayed at 19, the next person was given a 3 when they hit.
Starting to follow his hunches more, all the while using his growing knowledge of the game, Alrik found that he was starting to gain more than he lost. Occasionally people thought he was cheating, but no one could prove that he had any advantage over the other players. Soon Alrik made enough money that he could leave the planet he was on, and started playing in Pazaak tournaments across the galaxy to try and get rich. He won his first tournament, and started living a life of luxury. He gained a taste for fine food and alcohol, and lived a life of decadence for a few years. He fell out of shape and became over confident. The next time he tried to play Pazaak he ended up losing much of his fortune. He realized that he couldn't afford his personal chief anymore, so he convinced him to teach him a few recipes before he left.
No longer rich, Alrik found that he needed a new job. He got back in shape and bought himself a gun and began doing mercenary work, discovering that his militia training was at least good for something. He still enjoyed gambling and would on occasion binge, but as he got more accustomed to life outside of his home world he got a little bit better at managing his money. He never made it rich again, but he made decent cash as a mercenary and occasionally even worked as a cook on some ships.
Alrik managed to amass a decent armory for his mercenary work, but unfortunately a merc that was competing with him for work found out where he lived. He stole a lot of Alrik's gear while he was off at some bar, and destroyed the rest of Alrik's home. He only had a few credits and his two pistols. Homeless and without much money, Alrik started roaming the galaxy, trying to find work as a cook on a ship or someone willing ot hire a merc with almost no gear.
ITEMS:
DL-18 Blaster Pistol
DC-17 Hand Blaster
SHIP:
N/A
KILLS:
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
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ROLE-PLAYS:
FACTION: Independent
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: Mostly Firrerreo (Slight Human Ancestry)
AGE: 23
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'0
WEIGHT: 175lbs
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Brown
SKIN: Gold (Silver when angered)
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
Strengths
-Extremely High Force Sensitivity: manifested as slight precognitive abilities (bad feelings when something terrible is about to happen, seems to 'know' when he is going to when a hand when playing pazaak or when the odds are in his favor while gambling in other games.)
-Fast Reflexes: He can move a lot more quickly than most humans or near humans, and is known for being a quick draw when involved in gun fights.
-Great Cook: Having spent a short amount of time rich, Alrik developed a taste for fine food. When he lost a lot of his money, he could no longer afford a chief to prepare his meals for him, so he had his chief teach him how to cook.
-Good Brawler: having been in many bar fights Alrik has learned how to fight with his fists quite well (can't stand up against a trained martial artist though)
- Militia Training: Alrik knows how to handle a gun, and possesses basic survival skills that he learned from the few years he trained to be in the militia of his home world.
-Ferrerreo Regenerative Abilities: Alrik possesses the regenerative capabilities of his Ferrerreo heritage, and is capable of regenerating from most wounds far quicker than a normal human. He can also survive some injuries that might kill a normal human being, in fact it is believed that only a blaster to the head or heart can kill a Ferrerreo.
-Ambidextrous: While he slightly favors his left hand, Alrik is capable of using both hands to perform tasks. In a fist fight he tends to take a stance of a left handed fighter as it sometimes can confuse those who are used to fighting righties. When holding a rifle he tends to hold it like a right handed person usually, unless he is in a situation where holding it left handed would be more advantageous.
-Quick Learner: Alrik can take on new skills rather quickly. Once something has caught his interest, Alrik will quickly catch on to the basics of whatever it is in near record time.
Weaknesses
-Terrible Pilot: he can press autopilot on a ship, or perform basic maneuvers, but in combat he'd probably be the first to be shot down, or more likely crash.
-Addicted to Gambling: Can't turn down a bet, unless odds are completely stacked against him. Even then though, he will be tempted to take up the bet, and can be swayed into gambling against terrible odds.
-Loves Money: While he isn’t without morals, Alrik’s love of money can easily cloud his judgment. He is also easy to manipulate as long as he believes he will earn a decent amount of money for whatever he is doing.
-Binge Drinker: Whenever Alrik starts drinking, he has a tendency to keep going until he runs out or passes out.
-Unsteady aim: While Alrik is good at whipping his pistol around and quickly taking shots, when it comes to holding a rifle and hitting a decent target he performs worse than most others with military training. He can’t keep his aim steady, and usually has difficulty hitting distant targets. He isn't a terrible shot, but he is definitely no marksman.
-Uneducated: Having grown up on an isolated planet in the Outer Rim, Alrik only knows so much about the galaxy, and never received a formal education.
APPEARANCE:
Alrik stand at 6 feet, making him slightly above the average human height. He has a lean, muscular frame from his years in the militia as well as from when he was a mercenary. While he likes to wear comfortable clothes, due to having almost no money he usually just wears anything he can get cheap. He doesn't have a color preference, but prefers clothes that are of a dark shade. His hair, unlike most Firrerreo, is only one color: brown. One of his great grand parents was a human, and it seems that their traits of only have one tone of hair carried it's way through Alrik 's family until it reached him and became a dominant trait. Alrik's hair is currently grown out, and very messy.
BIOGRAPHY:
Alrik was born on one of 4 colonized planets in his system. His planet had far more resources than the other planets in the system, and thus constantly had to fend off forces from these worlds. From a very young age, Alrik was trained to become a member of his planets militia force, and seemed to do well despite hating being told what to do and overall not having a good time. Being a Firrerreo, often times his instructors pushed him a lot harder than the other kids because if he got hurt he’d heal a lot quicker than a normal human would. Because Alrik was forced into military training at such a young age he never received a formal education.
Around the age of 16 Alrik began actively working in the militia of his planet, defending his home world from the armies of the other planets in the system. He fought in a few battles, and while he was never considered a hero or anything like that, he proved to be a capable soldier, even though on occasion he’d disobey orders to save some civilians or a friend. He was also well known for practically having a sixth sense, and anyone who worked with him knew to be cautious whenever he got a ‘bad feeling’.
After 2 years of service however, Alrik’s dissatisfaction with his life in the military grew too much for him to bear. During a mission Alrik high jacked one of the ships being used, and managed to get it into hyper space. He had decided that the government of his planet had mistreated him by forcing him into the military without giving him any choice, and decided he would find a new life on some other world.
He ended up crashing onto some Outer Rim world, managing to heal from the wounds he sustained in the crash quick enough to escape before local officials arrived. For the next 2 years he tried to adapt to life on what he hoped to be his new home, getting odd jobs here and there. That was until he fell in love. He saw her at a bar, surrounded by men who just seemed to keep throwing money at her, all of them trying to get lucky.
That pazaak table was probably the most beautiful thing Alrik had ever seen. It wasn’t long before he started asking people about the game, learning how it worked and strategies how to play. He saved up enough money to buy a deck and began playing pazaak almost all of the time. At first he seemed only an average player to others who played, though in truth he had little idea what he was doing. He would just occasionally get a hunch that the next card wouldn't cause him to bust, or that one of his negative cards would be enough to bring his total down to 20. As he became good at the game however, he started to realize that the hunches sometimes defied what he believed to be the right thing to do. Why should he hit on a 17 when he had a +2 in his hand? But when he placed the 2 down and stayed at 19, the next person was given a 3 when they hit.
Starting to follow his hunches more, all the while using his growing knowledge of the game, Alrik found that he was starting to gain more than he lost. Occasionally people thought he was cheating, but no one could prove that he had any advantage over the other players. Soon Alrik made enough money that he could leave the planet he was on, and started playing in Pazaak tournaments across the galaxy to try and get rich. He won his first tournament, and started living a life of luxury. He gained a taste for fine food and alcohol, and lived a life of decadence for a few years. He fell out of shape and became over confident. The next time he tried to play Pazaak he ended up losing much of his fortune. He realized that he couldn't afford his personal chief anymore, so he convinced him to teach him a few recipes before he left.
No longer rich, Alrik found that he needed a new job. He got back in shape and bought himself a gun and began doing mercenary work, discovering that his militia training was at least good for something. He still enjoyed gambling and would on occasion binge, but as he got more accustomed to life outside of his home world he got a little bit better at managing his money. He never made it rich again, but he made decent cash as a mercenary and occasionally even worked as a cook on some ships.
Alrik managed to amass a decent armory for his mercenary work, but unfortunately a merc that was competing with him for work found out where he lived. He stole a lot of Alrik's gear while he was off at some bar, and destroyed the rest of Alrik's home. He only had a few credits and his two pistols. Homeless and without much money, Alrik started roaming the galaxy, trying to find work as a cook on a ship or someone willing ot hire a merc with almost no gear.
ITEMS:
DL-18 Blaster Pistol
DC-17 Hand Blaster
SHIP:
N/A
KILLS:
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
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ROLE-PLAYS: