Gideon Crowe
Scrapper
NAME: Gideon Crowe currently going by simply Crow
FACTION: None
RANK: scrapper
SPECIES: Valkyri
AGE: unknown
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 2 Meters
WEIGHT: 230
EYES: green
HAIR: blonde
SKIN: light tan
FORCE SENSITIVE: yes
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
No past: Call it a strength or a weakness Crow has no past that he remembers before his injuries. He remembers no days of hunting in the wilds or even living as what he would now most likely think of as a rather savage life. It has no hold on him, and yet he is a man without a foundation.
Mechanist: Not formally educated he was swept off in the refugee relief to find himself employed on a scrap ship. Years at the trade and a keen interest in it and how things go together and break apart have taught him much.
Stands out: Tall for a humanoid Crow sticks out like a sore thumb. There is no blending and hiding for him.
Combat ends at a mean right: Perhaps once Crow did know some combat skills, but now that ends in a few blows at a tavern. Sure he understands point and pull the trigger, but that's about where his combat skills began and end. Worse yet if you throw him the bow or spear he was once pretty competent with.
BIOGRAPHY:
Being born on Midvinter has given Gideon a rather narrow view of life some would say, but to him it's been a rough but rather blessed life. Growing up in a house that took the Gods quite seriously, and with profound respect. A trait Gideon picked up almost at birth it seemed. His father remains his hero to this very day, a strong Valkyri hunter who made sure his family was never without no matter how harsh the cold was outside their door. His father prayed to Odiir often and spoke to him like a trusted friend and with the most profound respect. As he always said it was Odiir who brought the hunter his prey's scent on the wind, and Odiir who breathed life into us all. Each was revered in their house, feasted and offerings made for successful hunts, and as thanks for blessings.
Gideon shadowed his father everywhere he could, even during the few years of schooling Gideon was mostly absent to follow his Father into the wood, and to the hunt. Gideon's father quickly gave up on berating him quickly though as his hunts always seemed more successful with his son attempting to shadow him, and after a few years took it as a sign from Éar that he was bound for the hunt. Continuously on the trail Gideon never picked up the pure muscle mass of some Valkryi, and stayed rather lithe for his people. Though lithe to his people had a whole other meaning then most races had.
Following in his Father's footsteps he hunted often with his Father, and though he went out at times on his own he rather missed having company on the trail. Gideon paid his respects to the Gods of his people diligently, none more then Odiir and Éar though. One day he would have a house and family of his own, and that day he would attempt to emulate his Father, and Odiir. For now though Éar owned his heart, and the hunt brought him purpose and clarity.
Post injury
The name once known as Gideon woke up in a bacta tank among the relief efforts of a battle he didn't remember, and seemingly enough had forgotten him. No one ever came for the young man, and given the level of devastation that seemed to exist he took it in stride. Instead he found himself aboard a ship with the refugee aid team towards the heart of the galaxy. At first some care was taken to help the young man back to his memories, but as doctors agreed the physical injuries meant they might simply be gone they moved onto his future. Work and training were found for him aboard a friendly scrap ship. Honest work, with decent pay and a patient Captain who understood this one would take some time.
For a number of years he remained under the steadfast man learning the trade and growing under the man's wing until he became the Captain's unspoken second in command. Eventually the time came to move on though and to try to form his own life out in the star lit void. Taking his years of savings he bought himself his own ship and license and with his mentor's blessings cast off to find his own future.
SHIP:
nope
KILLS:
N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
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ROLE-PLAYS:
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/85040-on-the-eve-of-battle-all-is-quiet-gideon/] On the ever of battle
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