Character
K o r v i s L a e r a n n
Species: Human
Age: 26 Galactic Standard Years
Height: 1.86 M (6 ft 1 in)
Weight: 84.3 kg (186 lbs)
Build: Athletic | Toned
Eye Color: Green | Hazel
Hair Color: Brown
Complexion: Fair (Causcasian)
Faction: Independent (None)
Force Status: Sensitive (Neutral)
Birthworld: Adumar
Homeworld: None
Occupation: Smuggler
Allegiance: Phoenix Reborn
Relationship(s) | Bond(s): None
Armor | Clothing:
- WIP
Weaponry | Equipment:
Starship(s) | Vehicle(s):
Property | Residence:
- WIP
Strengths (Include, but not limited to):
- Expert Pilot - Korvis excels in the cockpit of most any ship, and is a quick study when it comes to learning the ropes of a new vessel, spacefaring or not.
- Charismatic - Korvis is quite the talker and will do so if you were to allow him. Some might think he just enjoys the sound of his own voice.
- Force Sensitive - While he isn't very well trained with applications of the Force, Korvis possesses a sensitivity to it, allowing him heightened reflexes and instincts over the average non-Force sensitive.
Weaknesses (Include, but not limited to):
- Lazy - While he is no stranger to getting the job done, many that don't actually know the man, might think him to be lazy.
- Ego - Koris certainly is good at what he does, but he has allowed the confidence to morph into an ego which, at times, can be quite unflattering.
- Gambler - Just like anyone else, Korvis is not without his addictions. Gambling has been known to occupy his time and it's not beyond him to delayed the completion of a job to play a few hands of Sabaac.
- Inexperienced Force - Korvis, while sensitive to the Force, is highly inexperienced with it, having not had a proper teacher in its ways since he fled the Jedi Order in his youth.
Korvis Laerann was born into an Adumari family deep in the Wild Space sector of the galaxy. His parents had met through their work in one of the planet’s many torpedo manufacturing facilities, and through their love, had brought Korvis into existence. In the social hierarchy, the family sat as mere commoners with little influence in the political architecture that served to govern the planet. As such, Korvis’ earliest years were nothing to really celebrate as they were the average tidings that one might expect of a child raised within such a system as they had on Adumar.
However, as the child grew, it would become more and more evident that he was not the same as his peers. He could do things, almost supernatural like, though he had no explanation as to how or why. And when he would try and replicate them, they’d nearly always fail. It was a frustrating time and he didn’t know how it was that he was to control and understand these oddities within himself. His lack of control over the abilities had driven some of the other other children to shun and avoid him, whereas others flocked to him finding his unexplainable abilities either fascinating or terrifying to the point they hoped he’d not unleash his fury upon them if they managed to make it to his good side.
While it was unknown to him, and much of the world of Adumar, as it wasn’t a planet frequented by the greater galaxy, the supernatural powers he’d come to possess were a part of his undiscovered connection to the Force. Adumar wasn’t a scenic or inviting world lost within the void of Wild Space, and it didn’t lend itself to tourism which made it so that when an outside did come to the planet whose purpose was beyond the torpedo facilities that blanketed the world’s surface, that it became a rather large deal. It was exciting, especially for Adumar’s youth, to see such bizarre things. How differently people dressed. And how strangely they spoke. So when a figure clad in heavy, chestnut colored robes graced the world, the reaction would be no different.
The figure, which had yet to identify themselves or their intentions here, almost immediately took an interest in the young Korvis who had only recently celebrated his thirteenth nameday. It was unsettling for the young boy who hadn’t even the faintest idea as to why the man of an ebony complexion, a graying beard and more or less bald head had taken such a keen interest in him.
Later in the evening, as Korvis would retire to his home and the tender care of his parents, he’d once again find himself crossing paths with the strange man. This time, however, the stranger was seated at the table alongside his parents where his mother would usher him over to take a seat with them. Hesitantly, the young Korvis would obey and seat himself in the furthest seat possible from the visitor. It turns out that the visitor was a wayward Jedi that had been visiting worlds beyond the outer rim in search of Force Sensitives in order to recruit and train them. And it just so happened that Korvis was one of the Force Sensitives being sought.
Reluctantly, the young Korvis would join the venturing Jedi who would take him to the Praxeum on Yavin IV, where he would begin a strange ritualistic training. He never bought into the philosophies of the Jedi Order and what they sought to mold him into, and within four short years of being with them, he would flee, setting off to start a life of his own. He was just seventeen.
Life wasn’t easy on his own, with no credits to his name. For a time, even, he found himself living on the streets, begging for whatever a passerby could offer him. To escape, the teenager fell in line with one of the smaller gangs on Nar Shaddaa, which so happened to be a vassal of the Black Sun Cartel. Starting from low-level, grunt work, Korvis worked hard to make a name for himself. And save as many credits as he could. This was by no means, what he intended to do for the rest of his life.
It would be a few years before he’d manage to work his way up the ranks enough to see his leash let go. At his first shot he stepped away from the minor gang and set out to make a new life, even though he did know that there would always be the ever lingering presence of the Black Sun Cartel behind him. Whereas the vassal gang may have let him go, that didn’t mean the Black Sun was ready to do that yet.
He would find himself joining a handful of smuggling crews over the next few years of his life, where he worked to make enough credits in order to purchase a freighter of his own to start up a crew of his own.
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