Daniel Washburne
RNDFSC
(WIP, Will be adding some more background stuff along the way, and as the story progresses, putting this up as to jump in faster )
Name
aniel Washburne
Age: 30
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 1.83m
Weight: 88.451k
Faction: High Republic
Occupation: RNDFSC, Airman Second Class, Bravo Squadron; Former Occupation:Smuggler, Wheelman, Robber
Force Sensitive: Yes, untrained, unaware. Thinks of it as his gut feeling or instinct.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Playby: Hoban Washburne, Firefly (Played by Alan Tudyk)
Stocky, average height, blond hair, blue eyes, scar along right side of face from top of his ear down to his shoulder from being shot down in dogfight.a shiny metal plate sits above his right ear along a several mm wide path towards his temple, stopping short of his false eye. Robotic Right Eye that glints a little more than his true one. A few blaster scars on abdomen and chest from his early years. Robotic arm below his right elbow. Often wears a spacer's flight suit or mechanic wear.
INVENTORY
Heavy Blaster Pistol, Blaster Carbine. Two tiny figures represenative of giant lizards found in Ryloth's "pre-history" period. Large vibro knife. Small vibroknife. Flight helmet and goggles.
PERSONALITY AND BELIEFS
Born on Ryloth in one of their poorer Human neighborhoods, Daniel developed a reserved caution and inate paranoia when interacting with anyone he didn't know. Believes in a vague concept of a higher power but not in the way of the Force users or those with religious convictions. Believes in providing a better life for his family and served in the High Republic Navy to grant himself and his family citizenship after he earned enough credits to move them all to Naboo.
STRENGTHS
Leaf on The Wind: Grade A Pilot, can shoot a gundark in a meter wide area as they pull a sharp turn outta a canyon.
Robotic Eye/Arm: Faster reaction time than many humanoids, strong grip
Highwayman: His early days have left him handy with blaster pistols and carbines common in street battles.
WEAKNESSES
Metal Head, Robotic Eye, Robotic Arm: The plate on his head and Robotic eye make him vunerable to electric shocks. Even a mundane one can cause temporary blindness or render him unconcious or potentially damage the artificial gray matter keeping him upright.
Brash, arrogant at times, reckless: He has lost body parts for a reason, and will likely continue to do so.
HISTORY
Born in Lessu City, Ryloth to a shopowner, Daniel spent the entirety of his youth in the city's slums. They lived in an "ethnic" neighborhood, comprised almost entirely of first to third generation human immigrants, most displaced from a variety of systems during the turbulent decades that faced the galaxy during Daniel's upbringing. The hogpodge of human culture created in Daniel a strong sense of wanderlust, hearing tales of far off systems and planets he could only see on the holonet. The Washburnes were poor, as all their neighbors, and scrapped by best they could, his father, Scrugg running the shop with his mother Kreia. They sold various goods, anything they could get their hands on really, and had to defend their money with plasma on more than one occasion. Much like the planet the neighborhood was harsh. From his youth he resolved to move himself and as many members of his family, extended and all, as far away from the deadly world as possible. To him, the nature of the world itself was reflected in the denizens.
The day before his sixteenth birthday, his father fell ill and his son had to take his role. For a few months they managed like that, but his father's disease began to effect his organs, some leftover of his years running in the high radiation belts that scrappers combed in the outer rim. Eventually the doctors available to them couldn't help and Daniel was left with a choice, allow his father to die and remain in poverty, scrapping by till the same happened to him, or break out. Daniel took the second option. He organized a heist of an armored speeder with two of the other neighborhood kids and made off with the money, at the cost of both his compatriots and two security guards. Daniel had gotten away with a bolt to the shoulder, barely killing the guard as his buddies fell. He stole a speeder and got away with the loot. The money was enough to get a better doctor, but also enough to draw a manhunt from the local pd. They tracked him down and hauled him in around the same time his father was beginning his new treatment. The police did something he never expected, offered him a job. They were corrupt, working under some shadowy figure connected with the Black Sun, who had saw the recording of both the robbery and his subsequent escape and decided to offer him a job as a wheelman. The offer came with more credits he'd ever seen in his life and he took it immediately. Almost overnight his life changed. He moved him and his family into a nicer area, a higher up the mountain apartment with primo medical care for his dad. Daniel drove and shot for the next four years. Ignoring the parts of the job that made him less of himself, the parts that gave him nightmares, best he could. Focusing on his family.But there was always the nagging voice. He lost his eye in a robbery, a blaster bolt from a twilek pirate ripping thru his socket, stopping just short of his brain, plastering itself on his skull. Getting hit by blasters became a bi annual occurence, and his body bore the cost.
"This is wrong." It would whisper from the fringes of his mind. He would silence it. Even when people died. Even after a gamorean axe took off his arm.
This went on until his twentieth birthday, when he became eligible for a spacer's license. His employer sponsered him, paid the fee for his license and immediately set him up to smuggler with an old junker. Daniel preffered smuggling. He had alot of silence in the black and was finally able to leave his old home for stints, and had even paid for his folks to move to Naboo. The Confederacy and Mandos were moving around during that time. He went thru more than a few tense scans under their watchful gazes into and out of their space.
One day, four years later, after he'd paid off his debt and for the entire Washburne clan to move to the lush greens of Naboo, Daniel paid his former employer a large sum of credits and left his service unscathed. Evidently he paid enough. Then he met his family on Theed and joined the High Republic Starfighter Corp to earn his citizenship and cement his family on Theed. There, he began to entertain the values the High Republic Stood for. Benevolent governance being a totally foreign concept to someone that came from where he had.
The next six years of Daniel's service were relatively uneventful, patrols, a few skirmishes, and the open sky. This lull in his life allowed him to focus on the peaceful things he'd decided to surround himself with. For the first time in his life he wasn't just surviving. These years created a loyalty to the High Republic that could only be described as patriotism, something Daniel hadn't felt before. Dan dove in, fully embracing his new life. Then, as everything was going perfectly, Dan got into a starfighter that began to malfunction in the blue tinted upper stratosphere. And dove. Down and fast. Dan frantically flipped switches as his N-1 Plummeted towards those rolling green hills he loved so much. Lights flashed back briefly, mere seconds before impact, sending a surge of dopamine and confidence thru him as he flipped the nimble N-1 around, flying high off his adrenaline and narrow escape from death. The manuever earned him a small moment in the spotlight of the Starfighter Corp, and an invitation to Bravo Squadron, one of the Corp's elite units, which he gladly took. He completed his transfer, and now waits to meet his new team.
Name
aniel WashburneAge: 30
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 1.83m
Weight: 88.451k
Faction: High Republic
Occupation: RNDFSC, Airman Second Class, Bravo Squadron; Former Occupation:Smuggler, Wheelman, Robber
Force Sensitive: Yes, untrained, unaware. Thinks of it as his gut feeling or instinct.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Playby: Hoban Washburne, Firefly (Played by Alan Tudyk)
Stocky, average height, blond hair, blue eyes, scar along right side of face from top of his ear down to his shoulder from being shot down in dogfight.a shiny metal plate sits above his right ear along a several mm wide path towards his temple, stopping short of his false eye. Robotic Right Eye that glints a little more than his true one. A few blaster scars on abdomen and chest from his early years. Robotic arm below his right elbow. Often wears a spacer's flight suit or mechanic wear.
INVENTORY
Heavy Blaster Pistol, Blaster Carbine. Two tiny figures represenative of giant lizards found in Ryloth's "pre-history" period. Large vibro knife. Small vibroknife. Flight helmet and goggles.
PERSONALITY AND BELIEFS
Born on Ryloth in one of their poorer Human neighborhoods, Daniel developed a reserved caution and inate paranoia when interacting with anyone he didn't know. Believes in a vague concept of a higher power but not in the way of the Force users or those with religious convictions. Believes in providing a better life for his family and served in the High Republic Navy to grant himself and his family citizenship after he earned enough credits to move them all to Naboo.
STRENGTHS
Leaf on The Wind: Grade A Pilot, can shoot a gundark in a meter wide area as they pull a sharp turn outta a canyon.
Robotic Eye/Arm: Faster reaction time than many humanoids, strong grip
Highwayman: His early days have left him handy with blaster pistols and carbines common in street battles.
WEAKNESSES
Metal Head, Robotic Eye, Robotic Arm: The plate on his head and Robotic eye make him vunerable to electric shocks. Even a mundane one can cause temporary blindness or render him unconcious or potentially damage the artificial gray matter keeping him upright.
Brash, arrogant at times, reckless: He has lost body parts for a reason, and will likely continue to do so.
HISTORY
Born in Lessu City, Ryloth to a shopowner, Daniel spent the entirety of his youth in the city's slums. They lived in an "ethnic" neighborhood, comprised almost entirely of first to third generation human immigrants, most displaced from a variety of systems during the turbulent decades that faced the galaxy during Daniel's upbringing. The hogpodge of human culture created in Daniel a strong sense of wanderlust, hearing tales of far off systems and planets he could only see on the holonet. The Washburnes were poor, as all their neighbors, and scrapped by best they could, his father, Scrugg running the shop with his mother Kreia. They sold various goods, anything they could get their hands on really, and had to defend their money with plasma on more than one occasion. Much like the planet the neighborhood was harsh. From his youth he resolved to move himself and as many members of his family, extended and all, as far away from the deadly world as possible. To him, the nature of the world itself was reflected in the denizens.
The day before his sixteenth birthday, his father fell ill and his son had to take his role. For a few months they managed like that, but his father's disease began to effect his organs, some leftover of his years running in the high radiation belts that scrappers combed in the outer rim. Eventually the doctors available to them couldn't help and Daniel was left with a choice, allow his father to die and remain in poverty, scrapping by till the same happened to him, or break out. Daniel took the second option. He organized a heist of an armored speeder with two of the other neighborhood kids and made off with the money, at the cost of both his compatriots and two security guards. Daniel had gotten away with a bolt to the shoulder, barely killing the guard as his buddies fell. He stole a speeder and got away with the loot. The money was enough to get a better doctor, but also enough to draw a manhunt from the local pd. They tracked him down and hauled him in around the same time his father was beginning his new treatment. The police did something he never expected, offered him a job. They were corrupt, working under some shadowy figure connected with the Black Sun, who had saw the recording of both the robbery and his subsequent escape and decided to offer him a job as a wheelman. The offer came with more credits he'd ever seen in his life and he took it immediately. Almost overnight his life changed. He moved him and his family into a nicer area, a higher up the mountain apartment with primo medical care for his dad. Daniel drove and shot for the next four years. Ignoring the parts of the job that made him less of himself, the parts that gave him nightmares, best he could. Focusing on his family.But there was always the nagging voice. He lost his eye in a robbery, a blaster bolt from a twilek pirate ripping thru his socket, stopping just short of his brain, plastering itself on his skull. Getting hit by blasters became a bi annual occurence, and his body bore the cost.
"This is wrong." It would whisper from the fringes of his mind. He would silence it. Even when people died. Even after a gamorean axe took off his arm.
This went on until his twentieth birthday, when he became eligible for a spacer's license. His employer sponsered him, paid the fee for his license and immediately set him up to smuggler with an old junker. Daniel preffered smuggling. He had alot of silence in the black and was finally able to leave his old home for stints, and had even paid for his folks to move to Naboo. The Confederacy and Mandos were moving around during that time. He went thru more than a few tense scans under their watchful gazes into and out of their space.
One day, four years later, after he'd paid off his debt and for the entire Washburne clan to move to the lush greens of Naboo, Daniel paid his former employer a large sum of credits and left his service unscathed. Evidently he paid enough. Then he met his family on Theed and joined the High Republic Starfighter Corp to earn his citizenship and cement his family on Theed. There, he began to entertain the values the High Republic Stood for. Benevolent governance being a totally foreign concept to someone that came from where he had.
The next six years of Daniel's service were relatively uneventful, patrols, a few skirmishes, and the open sky. This lull in his life allowed him to focus on the peaceful things he'd decided to surround himself with. For the first time in his life he wasn't just surviving. These years created a loyalty to the High Republic that could only be described as patriotism, something Daniel hadn't felt before. Dan dove in, fully embracing his new life. Then, as everything was going perfectly, Dan got into a starfighter that began to malfunction in the blue tinted upper stratosphere. And dove. Down and fast. Dan frantically flipped switches as his N-1 Plummeted towards those rolling green hills he loved so much. Lights flashed back briefly, mere seconds before impact, sending a surge of dopamine and confidence thru him as he flipped the nimble N-1 around, flying high off his adrenaline and narrow escape from death. The manuever earned him a small moment in the spotlight of the Starfighter Corp, and an invitation to Bravo Squadron, one of the Corp's elite units, which he gladly took. He completed his transfer, and now waits to meet his new team.