NAME: Fenick Starline
FACTION: N/A
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 23
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 1.8 meters
WEIGHT: 75 kg
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Light brown
SKIN: White
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
+Gun-for-Hire: Fenick has been a bounty hunter, mercenary, and bodyguard for nearly a decade. As such he is skilled in tracking people down and has an inherent gift for navigating the expansive galactic underworld.
+Bo-Rifle Specialist: Fenick always carries his CJ-9 bo-rifle, taken from a Lasat mercenary, and is very skilled in its operation in both rifle and staff form.
+Battle-Born: Born into a world filled with violence and danger and forced to fend for himself from an early age, Fenick picked up the ways of war very soon in his life and has become a fearless, tenacious, and skilled fighter.
-Hot-Head: Since his battle skills are what has kept him alive, Fenick knows no other way than violence. His primary response to any insult or slight is to attack, no matter how big or menacing his opponent may be.
-Fire and Ice: Everything Fenick does, he does to extremes, good and bad. His violent lifestyle has encouraged him to do everything to the fullest, meaning that when he is safe he will party like there's no tomorrow, laughing and joking and having a great time. Once he gets into combat, however, he becomes a stone cold killer who gives very little mercy and few second chances. This bi-polar personality can make him difficult to deal with in other ways as well, as he is not the subtle type, and has a tendency to say and do what he wants, when he wants, without caring about the emotions of others.
-Lonely: Because of his violent tendencies and way of life, Fenick has no relationships, and reminding him of this causes him to become intensely depressed.
APPEARANCE:
Fenick is every inch a warrior. He carries himself with pride and dignity, and has a commanding presence about him. His eyes are usually hard and cold, but when he is amused they gain a slight twinkle that shows he’s still human inside. His brown hair is long and shaggy, and never seems to lie straight. He usually hides most of his face behind a mask, but he has a very obvious scar running down the left side of his face from his forehead to his chin, as well as black facepaint in two thick lines running down his face from his hairline over his eyes to his upper lip.
BIOGRAPHY:
Fenick was born in the bowels of Nar Shaddaa. His mother, who died a few days after giving birth to him, was never identified, and of course he never knew his father. He was raised by a swoop gang-whose sawbones had helped his mother-until he was six years old, when he managed to survive a brutal turf war that wiped out his adopted family. On his own with nothing but a six-year-old’s wits and a blaster pistol, he managed to scrape out a living pickpocketing and scavenging until at age thirteen he bought a blaster rifle and began trying to sell himself out as a gun-for-hire to the local swoop gangs. At first he was laughed at, but when he finally found a gang willing to hire him and single-handedly wiped out their rival, people stopped laughing. There was no doubt about it: Fenick was a born and raised mercenary.
Fenick continued to run jobs for local gangs until one day he was targeted by a Lasat mercenary hired to take him down. Fenick, only sixteen at the time, faced the Lasat in single combat and thrashed him so thoroughly that the people who hired him fled the planet the next day. For his victory, Fenick received the Lasat’s CJ-9 bo-rifle. He also received the Lasat’s advice that he was meant for more than to be the patsy of gangbangers. Inspired, Fenick aimed higher on the criminal ladder, and had soon scraped out a reputation as a fearless bodyguard, relentless bounty hunter, and tough as nails mercenary. It seemed as though everything was going well.
Then, Fenick got a message that changed everything. It was from a man who refused to identify himself, but gave Fenick what he called “the key to your destiny”. It was a name, Toni Aressan, and the single ominous proclamation: “Find her, and all shall be revealed.” Thoroughly spooked, Fenick tried to put the message out of his mind, but found that he couldn’t, no matter how hard he tried…
SHIP: N/A
KILLS: N/A
[SIZE=11pt]BOUNTIES COLLECTED:[/SIZE] N/A
ROLE-PLAYS: N/A
FACTION: N/A
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 23
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 1.8 meters
WEIGHT: 75 kg
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Light brown
SKIN: White
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
+Gun-for-Hire: Fenick has been a bounty hunter, mercenary, and bodyguard for nearly a decade. As such he is skilled in tracking people down and has an inherent gift for navigating the expansive galactic underworld.
+Bo-Rifle Specialist: Fenick always carries his CJ-9 bo-rifle, taken from a Lasat mercenary, and is very skilled in its operation in both rifle and staff form.
+Battle-Born: Born into a world filled with violence and danger and forced to fend for himself from an early age, Fenick picked up the ways of war very soon in his life and has become a fearless, tenacious, and skilled fighter.
-Hot-Head: Since his battle skills are what has kept him alive, Fenick knows no other way than violence. His primary response to any insult or slight is to attack, no matter how big or menacing his opponent may be.
-Fire and Ice: Everything Fenick does, he does to extremes, good and bad. His violent lifestyle has encouraged him to do everything to the fullest, meaning that when he is safe he will party like there's no tomorrow, laughing and joking and having a great time. Once he gets into combat, however, he becomes a stone cold killer who gives very little mercy and few second chances. This bi-polar personality can make him difficult to deal with in other ways as well, as he is not the subtle type, and has a tendency to say and do what he wants, when he wants, without caring about the emotions of others.
-Lonely: Because of his violent tendencies and way of life, Fenick has no relationships, and reminding him of this causes him to become intensely depressed.
APPEARANCE:
Fenick is every inch a warrior. He carries himself with pride and dignity, and has a commanding presence about him. His eyes are usually hard and cold, but when he is amused they gain a slight twinkle that shows he’s still human inside. His brown hair is long and shaggy, and never seems to lie straight. He usually hides most of his face behind a mask, but he has a very obvious scar running down the left side of his face from his forehead to his chin, as well as black facepaint in two thick lines running down his face from his hairline over his eyes to his upper lip.
BIOGRAPHY:
Fenick was born in the bowels of Nar Shaddaa. His mother, who died a few days after giving birth to him, was never identified, and of course he never knew his father. He was raised by a swoop gang-whose sawbones had helped his mother-until he was six years old, when he managed to survive a brutal turf war that wiped out his adopted family. On his own with nothing but a six-year-old’s wits and a blaster pistol, he managed to scrape out a living pickpocketing and scavenging until at age thirteen he bought a blaster rifle and began trying to sell himself out as a gun-for-hire to the local swoop gangs. At first he was laughed at, but when he finally found a gang willing to hire him and single-handedly wiped out their rival, people stopped laughing. There was no doubt about it: Fenick was a born and raised mercenary.
Fenick continued to run jobs for local gangs until one day he was targeted by a Lasat mercenary hired to take him down. Fenick, only sixteen at the time, faced the Lasat in single combat and thrashed him so thoroughly that the people who hired him fled the planet the next day. For his victory, Fenick received the Lasat’s CJ-9 bo-rifle. He also received the Lasat’s advice that he was meant for more than to be the patsy of gangbangers. Inspired, Fenick aimed higher on the criminal ladder, and had soon scraped out a reputation as a fearless bodyguard, relentless bounty hunter, and tough as nails mercenary. It seemed as though everything was going well.
Then, Fenick got a message that changed everything. It was from a man who refused to identify himself, but gave Fenick what he called “the key to your destiny”. It was a name, Toni Aressan, and the single ominous proclamation: “Find her, and all shall be revealed.” Thoroughly spooked, Fenick tried to put the message out of his mind, but found that he couldn’t, no matter how hard he tried…
SHIP: N/A
KILLS: N/A
[SIZE=11pt]BOUNTIES COLLECTED:[/SIZE] N/A
ROLE-PLAYS: N/A