Art Vanderlay
Architect of your Demise.
NAME: Art Vanderlay
FACTION: The First Order
RANK: Commissioner
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 34
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 5'9 ft.
WEIGHT: 98 kg.
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Black, and balding. Enjoy it while it lasts.
SKIN: Caucasian.
FORCE SENSITIVE: None.
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
-Bean Counter: Years of having counted how many stormtroopers have been killed in action, or how many TIE accidents there have been, have made Art jaded. He cares little for the life of those on the front lines, they're all statistics and figures. Art has learned only to appreciate the victories and that they must be achieved in the most cost effective way possible.
+Ruthlessness: Art, despite coming from an immigrant background, believes in the First Order ideology. He cares very little for the orders enemies, and sees victory as something that needs to be acheived. This also translates in more diplomatic settings, as Art not taking any poodoo during negotiations, and often cutting down on the flattery for results.
-Cultural Sensitivities: Despite having spent years now travelling to new planets, and experiencing some of the most exotic cultures, Art has no time and respect for any of them. He openly commits cultural faux pas as a sort of sick game to see if the locals will dare speak up at a First Order official. If they do, Art will ask his escort, or the colonial militia to lynch them. If not, it reinforces his view that their culture isn't worth it.
+Efficient: The man is a bureaucrat born and bred, and can speed through any trade contract at the speed of lightening, and excels at making reports. He's a good man to have at your side if you need a thirty page report filed within the next four hours.
APPEARANCE:
Art is what one would describe as small. He stands not even at six foot, which makes it rather funny as he tries to deride troopers far taller than himself. Vanderlay is portly, and it is clear that his personal improvement in terms of fitness isn't at the top of his list. As far as apparel goes, Art prefers to wear a neat business blazer, custom made and imported from Coruscant. His shoes are constantly polished, and made from the finest Trandoshian leather. On his chubby, balding face, he wears a pair of glasses to help him see terminals and the minutia of fine print properly.
BIOGRAPHY:
Art, unlike most from the First Order is an immigrant, one who was fortunate enough to be human. His family moved from the small planet of Effekt to Dosuun when Art was six. His father was a low ranking accountant for Dosuun Shipyards, and his mother was a stay at home wife. Art grew up in Avalonia in a poorer suburb. It was this upbringing that made Art strive to become bigger, to become better, and to most of all become more powerful. At age 18, he entered the civil service, as a low level statistician for the First Order Bureau of Statistics. Art was working in the division of counting military casualties, and expended equipment. At age 25, after having fount a pattern of anomalies in the way equipment was being spent, he reported this to his superior, and ended up gaining a promotion. Art had had inadvertantly found a weapons smuggling ring. For this, he was given a choice in career, and Art decided to start work in the newly found First Order Colonial Office, a sub division of the First Order Foreign Office. Art began as a low level commissioner. His job now was to go to the various colonial moons, and planets and ensure things ran smoothly. However, as the First Order adopted a more militaristic approach, he began to take a bigger role in assisting the military in overseeing civilian affairs.
SHIP:
A lambada class shuttle, with chauffeur and a squad of stormtrooper body guards.
FACTION: The First Order
RANK: Commissioner
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 34
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 5'9 ft.
WEIGHT: 98 kg.
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Black, and balding. Enjoy it while it lasts.
SKIN: Caucasian.
FORCE SENSITIVE: None.
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
-Bean Counter: Years of having counted how many stormtroopers have been killed in action, or how many TIE accidents there have been, have made Art jaded. He cares little for the life of those on the front lines, they're all statistics and figures. Art has learned only to appreciate the victories and that they must be achieved in the most cost effective way possible.
+Ruthlessness: Art, despite coming from an immigrant background, believes in the First Order ideology. He cares very little for the orders enemies, and sees victory as something that needs to be acheived. This also translates in more diplomatic settings, as Art not taking any poodoo during negotiations, and often cutting down on the flattery for results.
-Cultural Sensitivities: Despite having spent years now travelling to new planets, and experiencing some of the most exotic cultures, Art has no time and respect for any of them. He openly commits cultural faux pas as a sort of sick game to see if the locals will dare speak up at a First Order official. If they do, Art will ask his escort, or the colonial militia to lynch them. If not, it reinforces his view that their culture isn't worth it.
+Efficient: The man is a bureaucrat born and bred, and can speed through any trade contract at the speed of lightening, and excels at making reports. He's a good man to have at your side if you need a thirty page report filed within the next four hours.
APPEARANCE:
Art is what one would describe as small. He stands not even at six foot, which makes it rather funny as he tries to deride troopers far taller than himself. Vanderlay is portly, and it is clear that his personal improvement in terms of fitness isn't at the top of his list. As far as apparel goes, Art prefers to wear a neat business blazer, custom made and imported from Coruscant. His shoes are constantly polished, and made from the finest Trandoshian leather. On his chubby, balding face, he wears a pair of glasses to help him see terminals and the minutia of fine print properly.
BIOGRAPHY:
Art, unlike most from the First Order is an immigrant, one who was fortunate enough to be human. His family moved from the small planet of Effekt to Dosuun when Art was six. His father was a low ranking accountant for Dosuun Shipyards, and his mother was a stay at home wife. Art grew up in Avalonia in a poorer suburb. It was this upbringing that made Art strive to become bigger, to become better, and to most of all become more powerful. At age 18, he entered the civil service, as a low level statistician for the First Order Bureau of Statistics. Art was working in the division of counting military casualties, and expended equipment. At age 25, after having fount a pattern of anomalies in the way equipment was being spent, he reported this to his superior, and ended up gaining a promotion. Art had had inadvertantly found a weapons smuggling ring. For this, he was given a choice in career, and Art decided to start work in the newly found First Order Colonial Office, a sub division of the First Order Foreign Office. Art began as a low level commissioner. His job now was to go to the various colonial moons, and planets and ensure things ran smoothly. However, as the First Order adopted a more militaristic approach, he began to take a bigger role in assisting the military in overseeing civilian affairs.
SHIP:
A lambada class shuttle, with chauffeur and a squad of stormtrooper body guards.
