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Character Anse 'Ogrimm' Baenshaol



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Playby: Juu Fimbulvetr
Name: Anse 'Ogrimm' Baenshaol

Age: 25
Race: Lopar
Height: 6'6"
Weight: 260lbs
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Brown/Dirty Blonde
Complexion: Fair
Sexuality: Bisexual

Faction Affiliation: Open
Profession: Mechanic
Rank: None

Military Status: Inactive
M.O.S: Sniper
Affiliation: None

Force Sensitive: Yes
Alignment: None
Rank: None



  • Grit & Determination:
    It takes a good man to weather a storm, it takes an even greater one to grab a knife and stab it in the face. He faces his problems with both words and fists, but sometimes fists win if deaf ears cannot hear. Especially when the bills haven't been paid.

    An honest heart willing, but lies smooth like liqueur:
    Trying to be good, sometimes means liberally sprinkling the salt of lies. He is a man who will give honesty to those who deserve it and lies to those best not told anything but. He doesn't dwell on it much or lose sleep.

    Sinner, oh sweet sinner:
    He's been known to covet a vice or two if the opportunity arises, but always in moderation and always when he has the luxury and no work the next day.

    He's a fairly live and let live sort, unless the one living happens to be acting like an nerf herder right in front of him. Depending on the circumstances he will sit back and watch that idiot get beat, but he has a hard time walking away when said nerf herder is after someone who can't fight back or has no friends to stand with them. Then? Then he'd stand up and fight back. He can be obstinate and surly, depending on who happens to have particularly yanked his tail, most people don't, but then there is the special ones. He's not great with people who walk around expecting others to do as ordered just because of their inflated sense of self worth. Those types quickly chow down on his patience till he's ready to stab them in the eye with a fork.

    He can be loyal, but not to the point of stupidity. He asks questions and generally doesn't like getting mixed up in stupid petty and or illegal things. That said, he is not above bending or breaking a few laws, he just doesn't trust that the person initiating such illicit activities won't get his behind locked up, or worse. He laughs far more easily than he throws his fists, taking great joy in just being alive. All in all, he's good people, but getting him to trust you is harder than getting him to smile your way.
  • Anse isn't really picky about his attire. Generally anything that suits his environment makes him happy. However he can usually be found wearing mostly leather and some kind of long sleeved tunic with a hooded cloak is common. His hair can range from messy and chin length, to hanging about his shoulders to longer more dread lock than glossy mane. It just depends on what luxuries he can afford. His beard can range from groomed to a bit scruffy, but he doesn't let it get to the point it looks ready to eat someone.

    He has a number of tattoos, the most prominent are the bands on his left arm. Above the bands starting at the deltoid and ending at his bicep is a tattoo in the shape of a compass. He has tribal markings on his right shoulder and from the base of his skull following his spine downwards. No telling where he got them or the story behind it, but maybe someone knows.
  • Who is to say where his people came from? Anse grew up traveling beside his father, his earliest memories were of the shifting sands of Tattooine and the sway of the saddle on the back of some beast. The story he was told was that their people lost their home world and were scattered among the stars a drift in the wide galaxy. Whether it was true or not didn't matter to him much. When he came of age his father etched along his spine the names of those through his bloodline. At twelve years old it was the first gift his father passed to him. He grew up learning his father's trade, fetching and observing to eventually working beside his father on whatever work they found.

    He didn't make any lasting friendships, catching play with other children on whatever world they happened to be. He learned to read, write and count as they traveled, but never really accumulating a lot of things to carry with them. On worlds that had barely any people he learned to hunt, to track and to survive on whatever land he found himself. It was when he turned fourteen that his heritage rose up. He came to it a shade late, but when the wolf rose he gained his second mark in the form of bands on his left arm. His wolf was sunlight and cream, deepening to gold. A pretty pelt to be sure, but nature around him seemed to wake and upon four paws he learned what it meant to feel alive.

    When he turned nineteen he lost his father. The world they had arrived on had been peaceful enough, but when the war broke out it was pure chaos. He watched his father fall and become lost under the crushing weight of a building falling seemingly on its own. For the first time in his life he was utterly bereft and it took him several years to piece himself back together. Thoroughly disgusted with the state he had allowed himself to fall into, he cleaned himself up and buried the mongrel he had become. He went back to the path he had suckled from the teat on, drifting from one place to another hiring on as needed. It helped soothe his soul, even if he now traveled alone. He took with him the possessions passed to him from his father and never looked back once he started walking.

  • ----Transportation----
    Hurricane
    Manufacturer: Freebirds Industries
    Production: Unique
    Classification: Light Freighter

    After making a contact within the Confederacy, he was gifted a ship for services rendered that saw his old ship Balefire out of commission. Despite fixing his old ship and stowing it at his home, he still uses this ship because it suits his needs far better. It houses the two other gifts he recieved as a surprise bonus. His speeder bike: Dragonfly and his gear, linked below.

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    Ship Art
    Ship Layout
    Ship Name: Balefire
    Modeled After: UT-60D U-wing starfighter/support craft
    Colors: Black on silver, purple accents

    The ship is scaled up to accommodate the modifications that allow more creature comforts than the cargo model that shares its likeness. This custom model is built more for transport of goods, while giving room to a singular pilot, but allowing room for living crew should there be any.

    Layout Info:
    Fully functional galley, along with an autochef, was a custom addition as Anse likes to prepare food when he feels like it.

    The greenery room is a converted storage compartment to grow herbs, vegetables and fruit. Partly for fun, but for when he doesn't want to eat what the autochef fabricates. It has enough room to sit and eat in, if one doesn't want to take it to the common area or if that area is filled with cargo.

    Layout map I made myself, nothing true to ship was found on wookiepedia.

    ----Armor----
    Wolfhound
    Gen 1 Commando Armor TDW

    ----Weapons----
    TDW M-114 "Hunter"
    M-107 Anti-Material Rifle
    TDW L-7

    ----Supplies----
    Enhanced Battlefield First Aid Kit

 
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