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Val Artis

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NAME: Val Artis
FACTION: Undetermined / Neutral
RANK: Mercenary
SPECIES: Corellian
AGE: 25
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 5 foot 11 inches
WEIGHT: 175 Pounds
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Dark Brown / Black
SKIN: White
FORCE SENSITIVE: No.

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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
Strengths :
+ Charismatic + Val is a charmer, at least he believes he is, He can talk and keep conversations going on for hours. Which can prove himself useful in some situations. He can flirt around women like an animal trying to mate, and with the men he can relate himself to them one way or another in the conversation. He loves to talk about anything if you are on his good side. If not than he can be very manipulative to the person(s) and try to have his way with them.
+ Good Shot + Growing up in Corellia he obviously had no way not to find out how to shoot a blaster. Living in the slums of Corellia he eventually found out what a blaster was and how to shoot one. Turns out he was really good with blaster pistols or blaster rifles.
+ Lockpicking + He picked it up from a few friends in Corellia. They taught him how to lockpick doors and simple locks easily.
In Between :
~ Knows his way around crimes ~ Growing up in the slums of Corellia he can do various types of criminal jobs. Being smuggling drugs to another planet,city,or village. Getting hired to kill someone or even harassing someone for pay. This can prove to be good for money, but also it is bad as it takes a toll on Val mentally and physically as he does so much.
Weaknesses :
- Aggressive - If he doesn't get his way or if it is something he does not like he will get angry and aggressive toward the situation. He is a very hot-headed person that will do anything even if it means risking his life to get his way. His first resort to anything he does not like is violence. Sometimes hitting women or pulling his blaster on a man if he says no.
- Depressed - Growing up on Corellia he knew he was poor and didn't have any real family it lingers in his head that his family was murdered by thugs, which later took him into their hands, He felt empty without his family.
- Nosy - He will try to get to know everything anyone is talking about. If someone is talking about private business he sticks his nose in it and joins the conversation.
APPEARANCE:
Val is a average looking man. He stands 5 foot and 11 inches tall. He is average in weight at 175 Pounds. He has a scar under his right eye that looks like he has been cut before. The scar runs under his right eye down to his jaw. His eyes are a light glazed brown and his hair is black,short and messy.
Armour He has a composite chest-plate that is dirty and has scorch marks on it. Along with the chest-plate the armour runs over his arms
He also wears a cowboy hat along with a red bandanna and non-transparent goggles. Along with that he wears leather patched pants with metal reinforced in the leather. Over all his armor he wears a large,long tan coat with protective tan gloves.
Gear
His gear consist of his blaster pistol which he has two cartridges for. Along with a belt that has a holster on it.

BIOGRAPHY:
Val was born on Corellia with only a mother and a father. He was born into the slums where all the trouble makers and thugs lived. It was the side of town no one would dare enter without a death wish. As a child his father was a trouble maker, but the kind that made lots of money. His father, John, was a crime lord. He spent all his time and dedication for his family to have money. He would sell smuggled weapons and selling other illegal things. His dad was also not the quite loved person. Almost everyone had something they disliked about John. Over the years Val's father did make money and kept the family out of most of his business. Hence the word most. There would be few outburst in and out of the house with people his father would get into fights with.

Over the course of the years when Val reached the age of 17. Val has already done petty crimes. Varying from stealing to selling illegal items. Following in his father's footsteps he did things his father did. Only a few days after his 17th birthday he came home after doing little jobs around his town for extra money. He found his parents dead, killed by what he thought was the thugs that did business with his father. He stayed for a few hours mourning the death of his parents. He collected what he needed and left. Knowing he could never return to his home as for it wasn't a home for him anymore, It was just a memory, a bad memory.

Over the next few years Val spent his time doing whatever it took to survive. He lived with a few of his 'friends' so he would have a place to live. Which they was no help on getting him to the right path. They was the one's who helped him commit his crimes such as theft and smuggling little black market things. It wasn't soon after they tried starting their own crime ring that they got caught. It wasn't by law enforcement. It was by another crime ring, mostly bounty hunters and mercenaries. Val left his friend's for their crime ring of mercenaries and bounty hunters. He began doing small time jobs for them. Proving his loyalty to them. He would sell and smuggle weapons for them. Getting only a very small cut from it, enough to survive. If his bosses could not pay him they would reward him in clothing,armor,weapons,women,drink,food, and such on. Val would do anything to get a little bit of money. Even if it meant he had to kill someone. He didn't care about anyone or anything. His bosses knew he would complete the job and not complain about it one bit. Val showed no sympathy for his victims, not caring if they was poor,rich,or homeless. If his boss wanted something he got it.

A year after being with the ring of criminals they finally formed an organized group which they called themselves 'The Freelancers'. Val spent almost already a good portion of his life with the so called Freelancers. But only now he opened up himself a vary of new jobs, nothing petty now, He would be doing the top notch jobs his bosses would assign. Which was rare occasions but it paid, He would get money that he thought he would never see varying from 200 to 500 credits per job. But again this was rare that he'd have to do these things. He would get assigned to steal and smuggle large shipments of anything that the Freelancers wanted. Either it being weapons,armor,or explosives. But that wasn't all Val did. He was also a mercenary for the Freelancers, now since the group was so small and only did work on Corellia, he did not have much to do. He would guard the bases and houses of persons his bosses wanted protected, or he would simply go out and shoot someone. But than again he did not do this often.

The next few months Val spent his time doing this he began to dislike it more and more. He couldn't handle the pressure anymore, the thought of dying any minute, just because of this group. He requested a sit down, a meeting if you will, with the bosses which was only two people. Both of them Rodian. But they had turned him down, so he tried again the next day and the accepted, although only one of the bosses would be there which was odd. Val had explain to him he did not want to be in the organization anymore and he wanted out. The boss declining his request immediately, Val got angry and threatened the Rodian. In which the Rodian remained silent but intimidating. He knew once he left the room he would be on the list 'to kill' since Val wouldn't be trust worthy or to use for the Freelancers anymore. Val stood there for a moment in front of the Rodian. He knew what he had to do to save his own life. He knew if the organization did not have both founding leaders it would crumble easily. Val quickly pulled out his blaster and shot the Rodian in the chest. He fell to the floor and began moaning in pain speaking his foreign language. It was shortly after all the groaning and moaning the man stopped and laid stiff. Val lowered his head and left. He had murdered a man for the first time, but it was for only for Val to survive.

Now Val spends his time in bars,picking fights, trying to find work again. (WIP)


SHIP:
N/A

KILLS:
N/A

BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A

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Roleplays :
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/58723-bansee-interior/#entry876365
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/58306-looking-for-a-crew/
 

Nyx

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For a first thread, you could start an open thread and let people join; that's what I did with my first few characters.
Other than that, you can get involved with a faction. For you, I'd suggest the Red Ravens or the Hutt Cartel.
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