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Character Orson Thorm


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ORSON THORM

Age29 years old
SpeciesHuman
GenderMale
Height5'9 ft
Weight182 lbs
Force SensitiveNo


PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

With a lean athletic frame, and a build that befits the life of a professional soldier, Orson is hardly unique among the ranks of the scar-bound mercenaries of the galaxy. Of average height, with short, dark hair and often a light dusting of stubble, Orson is at least passably handsome. Even so, his gray eyes have a coldness to them that some find off-putting.

INVENTORY

Orson and his peers all sport an ever-changing arsenal of weaponry depending on the nature of their contracts. What appears to be heavily modified and painted over Imperial Army combat armor and 8-inch vibroknives appear to be mainstays regardless of the situation.

PERSONALITY AND BELIEFS

Orson holds nothing so dear as the rush of a fight, rarely feeling like he is truly alive outside of combat. Credits, booze, spice, women, all are well and good, but the events of Orson's life have warped the once wide-eyed patriot into a man who is never quite satisfied without a blaster in hand. Deeply pragmatic, outside of the core five members of his mercenary outfit, Orson would sell out anyone or anything in order to get ahead or to begrudgingly protect the members of that select few. Often described as blunt, callous, and cold, he's yet to find a reason to dispute such allegations.

He believes in nothing other than that all things, be it people, nations, or ideals, are impermanent and will one day be washed away.

STRENGTHS

- Orson is a well-trained, highly experienced combat veteran of some of the most intense combat in recent memory. As he survived those battles, and numerous contracts afterwards, without simply hiding through them, it is safe to say that he is well-versed in the art of combat. Preferring mid-ranged engagements, he is nevertheless a decent shot from a range and a capable fighter in close quarters, preferring various styles of grappling and boxing, though the blade he wears on his chest is not for show either. He's even dabbled in gunslinging.

- Having gotten not only himself, but five others of his unit out of the Second Great Hyperspace War alive, and navigated a number of successful contracts since the Empire's fall, Orson has also proven himself to be quite capable as a tactician and leader in small-unit actions.

WEAKNESSES

- Beyond the basics, Orson is not particularly bright in terms of conventional knowledge. He pursued no academic study outside of what was required of him, and he never received any specialized education in other fields, unlike some special forces personnel.

- While a capable footsoldier and mercenary, Orson is devoid of any expertise like piloting or operating vehicles outside of the likes of landspeeders. He is not a hunter, or a tracker, or any sort of infiltrator. His use is that of a blunt instrument and nothing else.

HISTORY

The second of four born to a mining family in what would become Imperial space, Orson was raised a patriot, a true believer in the goals of the Empire, and though attendance at any Imperial Academy was out of reach for his family's means, service was not. Following in the footsteps of his elder brother, as his younger sisters would later follow him, Orson enlisted in the Imperial Military when he reached the age of 18. Unlike his brother, or his sisters, Orson did not score well on his assessments, and unlike them, he was assigned to the standard Imperial Army, where they found their places in the Navy and Stormtrooper Corps. Also, unlike them, he survived the Hyperspace War, though not for lack of trying by his superiors. In the wake of the final defeat of the Empire, Orson and his squadmates fragged their Sergeant, who stubbornly insisted that the seven of them still living from their platoon fight to the bitter end, and fled for the wilds of the unclaimed systems of the Outer Rim. There, they have established a decent enough existence for themselves as muscle for hire, earning a reputation for effectiveness and professionalism.
 

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