Atton Korvas
Bang.
Name: Atton Korvas
Species: Human
Sex: Male
Age: 38
Homeworld: Concord Dawn
Occupation: Smuggler, bounty hunter
Alias: the Courier
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Strength: 6
Perception: 5
Endurance: 5
Charisma: 5
Intelligence: 6
Agility: 6
Luck: 4
[+] Gunslinger: After years of bounty hunting, smuggling, and tons of other illegal activities, the Courier had had to use his pistol more than once. Although he's decent with rifles, you wouldn't want to get on his bad side when he has his pistol.
[+] Boom!: Our smuggling friend likes it when things go boom. And he's good at making things go boom.
[+/-] Brutally honest: Whether you're just another citizen or a Dark Lord of the Sith, the Courier will not hesitate to call you out on your bullshavit. He will say exactly what he thinks about you, whether it's flattering or insulting.
[-] Subtle as a flying brick: 'Nuff said. Korvas is rather crude and prefers to do things more...loudly, let's say. He'll almost always go guns blazing into an enemy building, with no regard for his own life. He somewhat resembles the average Holovid hero.
[-] But that's rude!: Manners? Who's got time for that?
[-] What's the meaning of life?: The Courier has next to nothing to live for, with his sole purpose in life being credits for a reason unknown to him. This causes him to be reckless, too reckless despite his skills. He will charge into a being six times stronger than him without giving a shavit if his target is capable of eviscerating him.
Born in the dump known as Concord Dawn, Atton had a relatively easy childhood, with his only worries being whether he's done well enough in the farm to avoid getting a whooping from his father in the night. He spent all of his time in his father's farm, helping with the livestock or taking care of the crops—without the slightest idea of what was happening out there, beyond his happy little world. Young Atton's father's traits were passed down to his son, making him a honest but rude and effective but crude. Due to his nature and the almost unending farm labor, Atton had very few friends in his early life.
His illusion of a happy life lasted twelve years, until in a sunny Taungsday morning, while Atton was collecting some crops, the sound of sirens covered the air, originating from a nearby settlement. Then sounds of blaster fire, explosions and people screaming followed. Atton was dumbfounded, with his parents nowhere to be seen and people running away from the city in panic. The only thing he could make out was,
"The Mandos! It's the Mandos!!"
Atton had only read a couple of stories about Mandalorians, and thought of them as works of fiction rather than reality. But now here they were, fighting an unknown enemy in the once-prosperous settlement less than a kilometer away from his farm. The young boy stood there for over a minute, as speeders and people passed him by, screaming and running for their lives. He'd heard things about an old group called Death Watch, and that 'true Mandalorians' were at war with this group for centuries. Whoever these Mandalorians were, the town had turned into a battlefield, with buildings burning, vehicles exploding and blaster bolts flying around.
Atton kept staring until his father grabbed him and hurled him and his crying mother into a landspeeder. After that, it was all a blur: the town burning, the citizens and farmers fleeing...
And so he saw how the real world was: unfair, cruel and violent. A group of unknown Mandalorian warriors had ambushed several dozen Mando'ade, resulting in the deaths of numerous citizens and an all-out battle in the town. They had taken their war beyond Mandalore, to the peaceful world of Concord Dawn. Atton later learned that the 'fake Mandos', but at the cost of many innocent lives and the deaths of several Mando'ade. In fact, they had achieved what they really wanted: to set an exemple.
Atton and his parents spent years in misery, trying to win back their old lives. One day, while attempting to rebuild their burned-down farm years after the event, the father had said,
"Credits, kid. It's all about the credits..."
His mother died during an epidemic several years later, and his father resorted to smuggling and gambling while Atton took care of what remained of the farm, until one day, while delivering a package, his father went missing. Atton decided to pick up where his father left off, and stepped into the world of crime, corruption, drugs, murder and all kinds of atrocities. With his friends killed by the Mandos, his parents and farm gone, Atton decided to start anew and leave his past behind, taking the name "the Courier". In his new agenda, everything was about credits, because everything else had been stripped away from him.
He was now the Courier.
A mirror of his father, who believed that speaking the truth is the greatest virtue, the Courier will always be frank with whomever he's speaking to. He is a rather quiet type, preferring not to talk about his past and avoiding conversation with most people. He is somewhat rude and mannerless, and insults—and snide remards—are very typical of him. The Courier is somewhat of a Nihilist, his true purpose in life being unknown to him. The only thing that drives the Courier is credits, and the hope that someday, maybe, he will play a role in something significant.
Although he may be mean and not very sociable, he, like any other man, still has a "soft spot" for pretty women, and will often try to impress or charm them. The Courier also has another "soft spot" for guns, reading everything about them and even collecting pistols and rifles.
Sporting a rough beard with black hair, the Courier isn't the most charming type, but not incredibly ugly either. He rarely shows his face to anyone and considers his helmet his 'second skin'. The Courier possesses brown eyes and thin lips. He always seems dead-serious, except when he's trying to pick up a lady. His skin color is tan and his torso is covered in scars and burns. He has a rather fit body.
The Courier stands 1.78 meters tall with a weight of 73 kg.
Equipment: - Two revolvers
Ship: Ghtroc 8675 Light Freighter
Kills: One day...
Roleplays: Hope this doesn't stay empty forever...
