Arcus Thuul
Character
NAME: Arcus Thuul
FACTION: None yet.
RANK: None Yet.
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 51
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'2"
WEIGHT: 215 lbs.
EYES: Greenish
HAIR: Practically gone.
SKIN: Caucasian and somewhat pale.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Sensitive
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
Arcus is very patient, and loves to calculate things from a distance. His perseverance and dedication mean he can wait out things normal people could not.
A family man, Arcus feels for those with issues or lower status in society. Because of this, he has a slight compassion to him, even if it mostly is towards those less fortunate in life.
Extremely headstrong, Arcus is stubborn in his old ways. More aged then most, Arcus believes his words are the end be all, and those that disagree with him will receive quite the lecture. Furthermore, its difficult for him to forge new friendships, and treats people at a distance.
Arcus is 51 years old. Do I need to speak more on this weakness?
APPEARANCE:
Arcus is 51 years old, with noticeable aging lines covering his face. Almost completely bald save a few trimmings, Arcus is a lean gentlemen with weathered hands and weathered eyes. Scars cover part of his body, obviously coming from the outlaws he so routinely finds and kills. Tired eyes that always look red from his insomnia, the lean gentleman usually wears black piecemeal armor to protect his vital organs. A black hood covering his head, the vigilante stalks the night, searching for outlaws.
BIOGRAPHY:
Ever meet someone crazy? Someone that has had enough of the world around them and completely cracked? Someone that, though they talk fine and act fine, is not really all there? Arcus is like this. Is he absent-minded? No. Not in the slightest. Arcus is done. Fed up with the world around him. And he is ready to go over to the other side; before he does however, he is ready to take some people with him.
Arcus Thuul used to live on Tatooine. He used to live on the desert planet with his entire family. A moisture farmer, with nothing but his family to surround him. He used to be able to feel happiness and joy then. A loving wife, beautiful children and the legacy of retiring in the middle of nowhere. Tatooine was rough, sure, but his family survived on their wiles and luck. When gangs did come through the area, Arcus always had enough to pay them off. Without a large amount of money, most did not bother him.
Eventually, a group of men became rather greedy. A simple tribute to them was no longer good enough for the ragtag group of bandits. They demanded more from Arcus and his family. When Arcus refused to give up something so pure, the family was attacked. Murdered in cold blood before him, Arcus watched them butcher his family one by one. From his adoring wife to the smallest grandchild. Leaving the gentleman and severely wounding him, the gang burnt the farm to the ground and left, laughing as they scrambled off to the nearest cantina.
They probably should of killed him.
The gang was found days later, hung and burnt so heavily, it was difficult to tell the multi-species gang apart. For months afterwards, local militia would find petty thieves, gang-members and their sort hanging and severely burnt. Tatooine was a dark planet, filled with criminal element, but he would clean it up. He would die trying, he knew. But not before he brought down his fair share of criminals. To this day, Arcus roams the galaxy, looking for his next bounty or criminal.
And he has had enough.
SHIP:
Cutlass-9 Patrol Fighter
KILLS:
None.
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
No bounties.
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ROLE-PLAYS:
None yet.