Trent
Active Member
Name:Norman Trent, The "Man out of Time"
Age: 34
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 187.96
Weight: 95kg
Faction: Diarchy, The Network
Homeworld: Rhen Var
Occupation: Full time Fed, Part time Dealer, Fortune Teller, Mystic, Thief, Tinkerer, Merc, Explorer, Full time lunatic, former buckethead/snowtrooper
Rank: Captain
Force Sensitive: Yes, but in a passive way, insights and visions, nothing physical.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Playby: John Constantine, Hellblazer/ Vulpes from: https://www.instagram.com/_deimos_art/reels/
Stocky, tall, blond hair, blue eyes. Scarred hands and face from dealing with both work, various materials and chemicals. Often smells of smoke, sulfur, or other heavy metals. Has a Often wears a cheap suit and trenchcoat when out and about in civilized lands or whatever he picks up in a local shop, often wears a gray utility suit when exploring or his DI Uniform on official occasions.
INVENTORY:
Book of recipes, pack of divining cards, cigarettes, spice sticks, lighter. Circular necklace with sun logo on the inside, representative of wheels of history and life.
1 Heavy Slugthrower pistol and 1 carbine, 1 blaster pistol
PERSONALITY AND BELIEFS
Years alone and immersed in the darker places of the galaxy have left Norman a bit odd compared to many. Deeply cynical. Devout practitioner of his ancestors religion, a form of ancestor worshipping tribal religion with cycles of reincarnation. He views himself as the natural progression of his family's shamanistic and warrior history. Views the world and interactions in terms of energy.
STRENGTHS
Perceptive-Hyper analytical of beings movements and facial expressions, hard to fool as a result.
Quick- With both his hands and his brains, as sharp with his mind as with a blade or blaster.
Soldier- Has basic infantry skills and experience from his earlier years.
WEAKNESSES
Functioning Spice Addict - < Self explanatory. Decade long user of various spice/mind altering substances. Very cagey and unhappy without.
Paranoid delusions and shadow people- Frequent use of psychoactives has rendered his brain somewhat unable to determine the difference between his internal mind and the outside world, sees creatures and people that aren't there.
Haunted- In addition to his own mind, he is troubled by the spirits of his former friends, and those that died from his products or hand. Reacts to these apparitions more often than not.
HISTORY
Born on Rhen Var to a pair of nomadic hunters, Norman spent the earliest parts of his life scouring the ice fields and caves with his family. It was a hard, simple life, traveling from outpost to outpost, selling whatever they hunted or scavenged. His education was limited to what was needed to interact with the villagers and outsiders the family spoke too, bare bones basic and literacy. For most of his childhood he spoke The Old Tongue with his immediate and extended family. The cycle of hunting, scavenging, and bartering was to be his life as with those that came before him. His father and mother kept the distance typical in his tribe, with life being something often discarded as quickly as it came among the wind and ice.
That changed in 22bby when his family became caught up in the chaos of the Clone Wars, an assualt force of seperatists invaded the planet. CIS Droids indiscriminately fired on his parents and a group of other scavengers as they poked around a ancient citadel. Norman hid as LAAT gunships swept in, firing on the droids who'd slaughtered his kin before deploying clones to secure the area. While searching they found and rescued Norman, who's heat signature stood out among the ice and rock. They left him with the Navy until he could be transfered to an orphanage, with the rest of the planet being a warzone.
Norman found himself on Mygeeto in a Republic Group Home, among a collection of other refugees and similary orphaned children. For years he stayed, getting a proper education from the Republic social workers as the clone wars raged on and aclimating to normal galactic society. The republic quickly became the Empire, and Norman found himself enlisting in the Stormtrooper Corp as soon as they began recruiting among the population at large, at the age of eighteen. A choice between grinding poverty and the stormtroopers felt easy.
He found himself well suited to the Stormtroopers, his harsh upbringing reflected well in boot camp. The demeanor of the instructors reminded him of his father, or the uncles he'd meet at the rare tribal gathering. From graduation on he served the Empire dutifully for ten years, never spending very long in one place and solidifying his family's taught values. Survival depended on unflinching attention, and required immediate reactions. He had a wife and two children, that he rarely saw. Norman lost little bits of his soul during this time. By the end of the decade he was burnt out, hollow feeling. Resolving to leave the Corp behind and focus on his wife and children. Two months before his final term ended he was selected for a special project testing an experimental cryosleep pod, when the ship was lost in transit, suffering a hyperspace malfunction and getting lost in deep space. For centuries the ship drifted, one by one the other troopers pods died out in the void. Norman was found and reawoken by the Diarchy. After a month long adjustment period they analyzed him and determined him fit for work within their Defense Intelligence Agency. With no family and an extensive skill set, Norman dove into undercover work, indulging in his worst instincts while tracking and working against the worst people. For the past six years he's done extensive field work, from direct action to undercover. Maintains an active fake identity on Mygeeto and feeds The Network information on the planet's drug trade, has worked as a fortune teller and tinkerer in the same shop for two years.
Age: 34
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 187.96
Weight: 95kg
Faction: Diarchy, The Network
Homeworld: Rhen Var
Occupation: Full time Fed, Part time Dealer, Fortune Teller, Mystic, Thief, Tinkerer, Merc, Explorer, Full time lunatic, former buckethead/snowtrooper
Rank: Captain
Force Sensitive: Yes, but in a passive way, insights and visions, nothing physical.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Playby: John Constantine, Hellblazer/ Vulpes from: https://www.instagram.com/_deimos_art/reels/
Stocky, tall, blond hair, blue eyes. Scarred hands and face from dealing with both work, various materials and chemicals. Often smells of smoke, sulfur, or other heavy metals. Has a Often wears a cheap suit and trenchcoat when out and about in civilized lands or whatever he picks up in a local shop, often wears a gray utility suit when exploring or his DI Uniform on official occasions.
INVENTORY:
Book of recipes, pack of divining cards, cigarettes, spice sticks, lighter. Circular necklace with sun logo on the inside, representative of wheels of history and life.
1 Heavy Slugthrower pistol and 1 carbine, 1 blaster pistol
PERSONALITY AND BELIEFS
Years alone and immersed in the darker places of the galaxy have left Norman a bit odd compared to many. Deeply cynical. Devout practitioner of his ancestors religion, a form of ancestor worshipping tribal religion with cycles of reincarnation. He views himself as the natural progression of his family's shamanistic and warrior history. Views the world and interactions in terms of energy.
STRENGTHS
Perceptive-Hyper analytical of beings movements and facial expressions, hard to fool as a result.
Quick- With both his hands and his brains, as sharp with his mind as with a blade or blaster.
Soldier- Has basic infantry skills and experience from his earlier years.
WEAKNESSES
Functioning Spice Addict - < Self explanatory. Decade long user of various spice/mind altering substances. Very cagey and unhappy without.
Paranoid delusions and shadow people- Frequent use of psychoactives has rendered his brain somewhat unable to determine the difference between his internal mind and the outside world, sees creatures and people that aren't there.
Haunted- In addition to his own mind, he is troubled by the spirits of his former friends, and those that died from his products or hand. Reacts to these apparitions more often than not.
HISTORY
Born on Rhen Var to a pair of nomadic hunters, Norman spent the earliest parts of his life scouring the ice fields and caves with his family. It was a hard, simple life, traveling from outpost to outpost, selling whatever they hunted or scavenged. His education was limited to what was needed to interact with the villagers and outsiders the family spoke too, bare bones basic and literacy. For most of his childhood he spoke The Old Tongue with his immediate and extended family. The cycle of hunting, scavenging, and bartering was to be his life as with those that came before him. His father and mother kept the distance typical in his tribe, with life being something often discarded as quickly as it came among the wind and ice.
That changed in 22bby when his family became caught up in the chaos of the Clone Wars, an assualt force of seperatists invaded the planet. CIS Droids indiscriminately fired on his parents and a group of other scavengers as they poked around a ancient citadel. Norman hid as LAAT gunships swept in, firing on the droids who'd slaughtered his kin before deploying clones to secure the area. While searching they found and rescued Norman, who's heat signature stood out among the ice and rock. They left him with the Navy until he could be transfered to an orphanage, with the rest of the planet being a warzone.
Norman found himself on Mygeeto in a Republic Group Home, among a collection of other refugees and similary orphaned children. For years he stayed, getting a proper education from the Republic social workers as the clone wars raged on and aclimating to normal galactic society. The republic quickly became the Empire, and Norman found himself enlisting in the Stormtrooper Corp as soon as they began recruiting among the population at large, at the age of eighteen. A choice between grinding poverty and the stormtroopers felt easy.
He found himself well suited to the Stormtroopers, his harsh upbringing reflected well in boot camp. The demeanor of the instructors reminded him of his father, or the uncles he'd meet at the rare tribal gathering. From graduation on he served the Empire dutifully for ten years, never spending very long in one place and solidifying his family's taught values. Survival depended on unflinching attention, and required immediate reactions. He had a wife and two children, that he rarely saw. Norman lost little bits of his soul during this time. By the end of the decade he was burnt out, hollow feeling. Resolving to leave the Corp behind and focus on his wife and children. Two months before his final term ended he was selected for a special project testing an experimental cryosleep pod, when the ship was lost in transit, suffering a hyperspace malfunction and getting lost in deep space. For centuries the ship drifted, one by one the other troopers pods died out in the void. Norman was found and reawoken by the Diarchy. After a month long adjustment period they analyzed him and determined him fit for work within their Defense Intelligence Agency. With no family and an extensive skill set, Norman dove into undercover work, indulging in his worst instincts while tracking and working against the worst people. For the past six years he's done extensive field work, from direct action to undercover. Maintains an active fake identity on Mygeeto and feeds The Network information on the planet's drug trade, has worked as a fortune teller and tinkerer in the same shop for two years.
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