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Tomsen Page

NAME: Tomsen 'Tom' Page
FACTION: None at the moment
RANK: Spacer
SPECIES: Vanilla human
AGE: 32
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'
WEIGHT: 225lbs
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Brown
SKIN: Light brown, but pale from a life aboard ship
FORCE SENSITIVE: Not remotely

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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
  • Knows guns, knives, and close quarters combat
  • Agoraphobic, at least on planets; only comfortable in space
  • Too quick to resort to violence
APPEARANCE:
At first glance, you'd think he's your average spacer. He doesn't really give off the 'look at me as I walk tall' sort of vibe, but if you know what you're looking for, he might make your skin crawl a bit. Maybe it's the lack of microsaccades in his stare when he's pissed; maybe it's the scars on his hands; maybe it's his flip-the-switch transitions from equanimity to implacable anger and back again.

BIOGRAPHY:
Tomsen Page grew up on Void Station, back when Silk Holdings ran the place. He worked in the docks, an orphan with a decent hand for tools. When Silk pulled out in protest over CIS war crimes, Tom didn't go along. He stuck it out for the sake of a local girl. When she fell afoul of some pissed-off Templar a couple years later, Tom shipped out and headed out down the Mara Corridor.

He broke some legs for Underground cells, but ideology wasn't his calling. He wound up taking the offramp to Nar Shaddaa, one riffraff thug among a billion others. It took some doing to get his feet under him there, and that meant owing favors to the wrong Rodians, and Tom isn't one to appreciate a boot on the neck unless he's the one wearing that boot.

Push came to shove. The Rodians sent him on his way with a smallish price on his head and a strong suggestion about keeping clear of Nar Shaddaa. The best passage he could swing was crew hand on an Iron Crown supply freighter; he made a bit of change, but got fired for overzeal. From there, he drifted a while until things cooled down in general. That brings us to the present day. Blank slate, you could say. Not a lot going for him, not a lot of options but what he carves out for himself.

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