Hemmrie the Bum
Intergalactic Space Hobo
"Don't mind me, Cap'n. I'm jus' the stowaway."
NAME: Hemmrie
FACTION: N/A
RANK: Intergalactic Space Hobo and Hitchhiker
SPECIES: Human; at least, he thinks so.
AGE: 76, though he can't remember when his last birthday was.
SEX: Hemmrie is a male, he is sure of this.
HEIGHT: About 5ft 11inch.
WEIGHT: 70kgs.
EYES: Dark blue
HAIR: Plenty of long, greying hair, and grand grey beard.
SKIN: Tanned, burned, dirty and weathered.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Hemmrie is not sensitive to the force (As far as he remembers...)
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
(+) Travel Experience - Hemmrie has been from one end of the galaxy to the other, and has certainly visited more planets than most other humans. Though whether he has gone to these planets legally is up to question.
(+) Drinking Champion - The Space Hobo is a renowned alcoholic, though it is rumored that no amount of alcohol can overindulge the mysterious space bum.
(+) Quick-witted - Hemmrie is quick to think on his feet and said to be able to escape any situation that may prove hostile towards him with ease, whether talking his way out, or running without a second thought.
(+) 'Invisibility' - The Space Bum is easily able to blend into the background as 'part of the crowd', and is able to lose pursuers or attention easily, in case he doesn't want to be noticed.
(+) Will Work for Peanuts - While he often survives without any sort of galactic currency, Hemmrie will still work for any sort of payment, whether it be food, transport, credits, or even booze. However, whether he is any good at the task given to him is another question.
(-) Uncultured - While he has seen much of the galaxy, he is often mistaking one species for another, and mixing their cultures together, more often than not offending them in the process. He doesn't do this deliberately, though he will sometimes make a joke in poor taste, and suffer the consequences.
(-) Forgetful - More often than not, Hemmrie will forget why he came to a planet in the first place, if he ever had a reason. Tasks and missions mean little to him, as they disappear from his mind within only a few hours of talk and/or sleep.
(-) Technological Doofus - The only things Hemmrie knows how to use well are Credit Dispensers, and cargo bay doors in ships. All other forms of technology are alien to him.
(-) Point and Shoot, right? - Hemmrie has never used a weapon a day in his life, often preferring flight over fight. Therefor, any blaster, sword, knife or even bottle in his hands is considered useless.
APPEARANCE:
Hemmrie is easily one of the scruffiest looking people in the galaxy. Shaggy grey hair and a long beard hide a dirty, weathered face that has seen much of the galaxy. His dark blue eyes are hidden between crevices of lines and wrinkles, and is rarely seen without a bandana he stole from a soldier in a Corellian Cantina. He wears anything; rags, old tattered uniforms, as long as he has something comfortable to wear without going naked, he's happy. He is built well enough to handle heavy items, though his coordination is in question.
BIOGRAPHY:
If there's a planet that Hemmrie hasn't been to yet, it's probably because it doesn't exist, it hasn't been found yet, or he just isn't allowed there.
True, Hemmrie has been from one side of the galaxy to another, though it is on a mission he has long since forgotten. For now, all he does is travel and adventure, seeking another haven to call home for as long as it takes to catch him and deport him.
Though he doesn't remember much of it anymore.
Most of his memories he turned to song, those of which he sings as he travels, and drinks, and walks to. His entire past is shrouded in mystery, one that even he has forgotten. But the homeless space hitchhiker has been sought by Hutt Cartel's, gangs, pilots and organizations, and even officials alike. And yet they can't seem to catch him, for he never leaves any record of his staying wherever he goes.
He can be found anywhere; within cantinas on one edge of the galaxy or the other, on hostile planets or allied starfleets, passing through orbital space stations, or even in the cargo hold of your very own ship. A reward for his capture can be found at the back of any bounty board, though the price can range from nought, to...
Well, it would easily set any bounty hunter for life.
But there's a reason he hasn't been caught yet.
NAME: Hemmrie
FACTION: N/A
RANK: Intergalactic Space Hobo and Hitchhiker
SPECIES: Human; at least, he thinks so.
AGE: 76, though he can't remember when his last birthday was.
SEX: Hemmrie is a male, he is sure of this.
HEIGHT: About 5ft 11inch.
WEIGHT: 70kgs.
EYES: Dark blue
HAIR: Plenty of long, greying hair, and grand grey beard.
SKIN: Tanned, burned, dirty and weathered.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Hemmrie is not sensitive to the force (As far as he remembers...)
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
(+) Travel Experience - Hemmrie has been from one end of the galaxy to the other, and has certainly visited more planets than most other humans. Though whether he has gone to these planets legally is up to question.
(+) Drinking Champion - The Space Hobo is a renowned alcoholic, though it is rumored that no amount of alcohol can overindulge the mysterious space bum.
(+) Quick-witted - Hemmrie is quick to think on his feet and said to be able to escape any situation that may prove hostile towards him with ease, whether talking his way out, or running without a second thought.
(+) 'Invisibility' - The Space Bum is easily able to blend into the background as 'part of the crowd', and is able to lose pursuers or attention easily, in case he doesn't want to be noticed.
(+) Will Work for Peanuts - While he often survives without any sort of galactic currency, Hemmrie will still work for any sort of payment, whether it be food, transport, credits, or even booze. However, whether he is any good at the task given to him is another question.
(-) Uncultured - While he has seen much of the galaxy, he is often mistaking one species for another, and mixing their cultures together, more often than not offending them in the process. He doesn't do this deliberately, though he will sometimes make a joke in poor taste, and suffer the consequences.
(-) Forgetful - More often than not, Hemmrie will forget why he came to a planet in the first place, if he ever had a reason. Tasks and missions mean little to him, as they disappear from his mind within only a few hours of talk and/or sleep.
(-) Technological Doofus - The only things Hemmrie knows how to use well are Credit Dispensers, and cargo bay doors in ships. All other forms of technology are alien to him.
(-) Point and Shoot, right? - Hemmrie has never used a weapon a day in his life, often preferring flight over fight. Therefor, any blaster, sword, knife or even bottle in his hands is considered useless.
APPEARANCE:
Hemmrie is easily one of the scruffiest looking people in the galaxy. Shaggy grey hair and a long beard hide a dirty, weathered face that has seen much of the galaxy. His dark blue eyes are hidden between crevices of lines and wrinkles, and is rarely seen without a bandana he stole from a soldier in a Corellian Cantina. He wears anything; rags, old tattered uniforms, as long as he has something comfortable to wear without going naked, he's happy. He is built well enough to handle heavy items, though his coordination is in question.
BIOGRAPHY:
If there's a planet that Hemmrie hasn't been to yet, it's probably because it doesn't exist, it hasn't been found yet, or he just isn't allowed there.
True, Hemmrie has been from one side of the galaxy to another, though it is on a mission he has long since forgotten. For now, all he does is travel and adventure, seeking another haven to call home for as long as it takes to catch him and deport him.
Though he doesn't remember much of it anymore.
Most of his memories he turned to song, those of which he sings as he travels, and drinks, and walks to. His entire past is shrouded in mystery, one that even he has forgotten. But the homeless space hitchhiker has been sought by Hutt Cartel's, gangs, pilots and organizations, and even officials alike. And yet they can't seem to catch him, for he never leaves any record of his staying wherever he goes.
He can be found anywhere; within cantinas on one edge of the galaxy or the other, on hostile planets or allied starfleets, passing through orbital space stations, or even in the cargo hold of your very own ship. A reward for his capture can be found at the back of any bounty board, though the price can range from nought, to...
Well, it would easily set any bounty hunter for life.
But there's a reason he hasn't been caught yet.
