Yvette Dusong
The Painter
"Spare a tenner fo' a brotha'? Come on, for ol' times sake!"
Name : GuntherLoyalties : Independent | Contractor
Species : Human
Force Sensitive : Not Sensitive
Weapon of Choice : CZ-835 Machine Pistol | Mother-of-Pearl Hairstick
Wealth : Lower-Middle Class Citizen | Enough to get by on | Few possibilities for savings
Combat Function : Ranged Support / Reconnaissance / Intelligence Gathering
Skills : Luck of the Nether | Mediocre Gunslinger | Mediocre Brawler
Notable Possesions : One (1) CZ-835 Machine Pistol | One (1) Mother-of-Pearl Hairstick | One (1) 5.56mm BASIC Slug Magazine
Strength [Luck of the Nether] : Be it through sharp wit, silver tongues, nimble fingers, uncanny premonitions, or any other such excuse that the man could think of on the spot, the truth of the matter is plain to see for those around him and it is completely undeniable. Gunther relative success in his business and personal life can be solely attributed to his innumerable strokes of blind luck, or lack thereof. Whenever he would find himself walking towards his maker, his body will rebel and make his life a living hell in of itself, ranging from painful cramps, mind numbing migraines, or simple unforeseen accidents that keep him away from his long overdue fate by virtue of diverting his attention and focus away from his battered path. Competitors will find themselves stealing his operations only to later realize they found themselves running a deficit due to it or the information itself being incredibly faulty. When it seems that his pot of good fortune had finally reached its end, he will simply bounce back by virtue of being the right person at the right time to grab a lucrative deal that will put him back in the green. His weapon will jam only for his assailants to finally surrender, retreat, or find themselves surrounded by their competitors or law enforcement. There is nothing to be said for the man other than that he found himself in the graces of the Nether.
Strength [The walls have ears] : Due to his line of work, Gunther finds himself in a rather lucrative position when all things are taken into consideration. Following the recent resurgence of hostilities between the self-proclaimed "Noble Families" of Deservo, as well as the ever growing Anti-Xenos sentiment among the general human population of the planet, the numerous would-be rulers of the world find themselves at odds time and time again. Mercenaries, pirates, spies, and information brokers have found themselves amidst the resurgence of their lucrative industry, one that Gunther is not afraid to dip his fingers into and nab as much as possible out of it before making his out. Despite his rather somber and unreliable reputation as a Contractor, he finds himself in the midst of the information flow, a delicate position that allows him to sell whatever information he deems valuable to hunters, scavengers, and criminals for a petty credit or two.
Weakness [Insurmountable Debt] : On a backwater world such as Deservo, there are few things people hold more sacred than the almighty Credit, Gunther being a perfect fit for the mold of society with his undying love for it. According to the man himself, he has racked up enough debt that would put the banking cartels and spice addicts to shame, children are warned to not frivolously spend their earnings as to not end up like him, and bars around the world bar him from entry until his tab is payed out in full and then some. Whenever the collectors come calling for his name or an old acquaintance starts pursuing his debt, he will do whatever is necessary to get rid of them and loosen the burden atop his weary shoulders, consequences and rewards be damned.
Appearance : Brown beady eyes follow your every movement, every twist of your arm, every click of your fingers, every bead of sweat dribbling down your face, lips curled upwards in a drunkenly cheerful smirk, pale cheeks painted a deep shade of crimson from his recent bout of drinking. Crooked yellow teeth offer a warm and inviting welcome to his table, the stench of alcohol blowing itself against your face with each ragged breath he takes, nostrils clogged up to the point of worthlessness. Large hands lift themselves upwards and spread out across his body, fingers tilting themselves repeatedly as he urges you to come closer, the skin of his knuckles bruised and battered as if to indicate a life of toil. Tattered clothes adorn his sturdy frame, fresh spots of booze seeping through the cloth of his garments as more droplets of his drink trickle down from the rim of his jug as he takes another swing. Globes of liquor cling from the edges of his stuffy beard, crumbles of bread mashed into that smoke blackened mane, greasy hair slicked back over his scalp to reveal his greasy forehead. Locks of brown teeter down until they reach his broad shoulders, his body stiff and unresponsive despite his cheerful attitude. One leather belt wraps itself firmly around his waist, a simple holster idly hanging on from the edge, his gun tucked away safely inside of it , the edges of what appears to be a hair pin trapped weakly and rather obviously within his boot. Leaning across the wooden table laid in front of the two of you, his arms crossed atop and his body heaving with each heavy breath he took, his glimmering eyes narrow onto you as his cracked lips move slowly. "Wat can aye get ya' drekker?"
Personality : May the rivers run green with the finest Corellian wine, the food be bountiful and digestible, and our wives prettier when we're sober! Gunther is a man of vices and addictions, his love for chips unmeasurable, be they filled to the brim with the empty promises of gambling or stacked with credits, only outdone for his passion of the finest alcohol known to man diluted with sewer water. Whatever faults one may attribute to his character, he bats away any and all criticism with a shameless shrug of his shoulders and another swing of his mug, claims of being a simple man that is honest with himself being the be-all and end-all of any form of dissent towards him as a person. Ethics and responsibility are foreign words to his poor battered ears, ones whose meaning and importance he only faintly knows about 'till the deadline comes knocking at his front door. A drunk, a scoundrel, a womanizer, a fool easily parted with his money, all define Gunther in one measure or another, his sense of loyalty and friendship extending only as far as how slick his throat is or how full his belly feels.
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Age : Fifty-Seven
Date-Of-Birth : 787 ABY
Gender : Male
Homeworld : Coruscant
Residence World : Deservo
Date-Of-Birth : 787 ABY
Gender : Male
Homeworld : Coruscant
Residence World : Deservo
Occupation : Informant | Contractor
Image Source : Gangrel | Artwork Collection [ #1 | #2 ]Links : #1 | #2 | #3 | #4 | #5 | ||
Intent : To create an NPC that I shall be able to control in specific threads, whose purpose is to serve as a recurring character that will hand out information and missions to the Writer(s) / Character(s) that I shall end up playing with on the planet Deservo due to the unavailability / incompatibility of my main character.
Special Mentions : [member="Arik Andees"] | [member="Danger Arceneau"] [For allowing me to use ATC equipment in this]
