Varik Ryjin
Badass
=Official Name=
Varik Ryjin
=Alias=
Cuddles
=Age=
Best guess? Late twenties.
=Sex=
I’m a dude.
=Sexual Orientation=
Alive, humanoid, and curvy. Bonus points for bigger boobs.
=Species=
Human / Umbaran hybrid.
=Faction=
Money. Lots and lots of money.
=Rank=
Badass.
=Force Sensitive=
Boy, wouldn’t that be nice?
=Home Planet=
Well I was born in a cave on an asteroid. Pretty sure that doesn't count.
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=Equipment: Ship=
Got myself a VCX-820 a while back. Tricked out the engines and shields then swapped a couple laser turrets for ion cannons and added a nice pair of quad guns top and bottom. Pretty slick ride, if I do say so myself. Oh, and the missiles. Added a couple more of those too. Can never have too many missiles.
=Equipment: Weapons=
Love me a good punch dagger. Or vibrodagger. Or regular dagger. Pretty much anything with a blade, really. I’ve also got a pair of SH-9’s that used to belong to my dad, but usually I prefer a good static blaster. Plays hell with metal armor. Also got a charric rifle from this blind chiss merc ‘bout a year or two back. Well… not got so much as stole, but I like to think he would have let me have it in the end anyway. Besides that, I like to keep my options open. Grenades, sonics, slugthrowers, lightning guns… Heck, I’ve even got a couple regular old blasters. It pays to pack the heat in this business.
=Equipment: Clothing=
Well, I don’t have any favorite outfits, if that’s what you’re asking. Unless armor counts. I’ve got a pretty sweet set of Duraplast plates fitted for the torso, forearms, and lower legs. Nice and light so I can stay mobile, and the shield generator helps cover everything else without adding a dozen more pounds. It may not sound like much, but try wearing the stuff for days on end then get back to me. Been thinking about adding an armorweave jumpsuit and jetpack too, but that poodoo is spendy. Maybe after this next job.
=Pros=
Well I’m psychic, for starters. Don’t ask me how it works though. All I know is that it’s got nothing to do with your precious force. Most of the time I just get feelings and impressions, general surface thoughts maybe, but nothing deep. Skin contact helps, but even then I have to focus to get anything you’re not already handing out. It helps with my bounty work too, since everyone feels a bit different and they tend to leave a trail.
I also tend to pick things up pretty fast. Like, freaky fast. Sometimes I don’t even need to practice. I’ll just go sit in a cantina or casino somewhere for a couple hours and walk out with a brand new skillset. I do need to practice after that though, otherwise the new skills get fuzzy after a while. My current theory is that it’s got something to do with the psychic thing. Maybe my brain just soaks up random skills from people around me or something.
Oh, I've also got my dad's eyes, which means I can see great in pitch blackness. On the flip side, I really, really hate sunny planets. Not only is the tan terrible for my complexion, but the glare tends to be pretty blinding. Usually I've got a pair of glareshades or goggles to help counteract that.
=Cons=
Uh… I’m too snarky? Seriously though, why the hell would I tell you how to beat me? I make a living off of being the guy that beats you, and you just want me to up and vent all the things you can use against me?
…ugh. Fine. I guess I’ve got a lot of the usual issues that tend to be associated with people in my line of work. Stubborn, bullheaded, nerf herder, lack of empathy. All of the above. Check. Near as I can figure, I get most of that from my dad. Mom was the clever one, picked up everything almost as quick as I do, but dad was a survivor at any cost, and that’s what I got from him. Even if it means throwing a friend under the bus or even taking them out myself.
Thank the force I don’t have any friends, am I right?
Anyway, I’m not very good at putting up with bullpoodoo either. It tends to bring out my less understanding side, which doesn’t always end well for me. Or them. Or the bystanders. It’s probably best to just leave that alone, really.
I’ve also been told I’ve got a bit of an ego, which, well… Yeah. Yeah, I can see that. I can’t really help that I’m proud of my skills, and it just so happens that means it’s really difficult for me to pass up a challenge. If it’s something I’m good at, at least. I’m not gonna take you up on a burrito eating contest just because you insulted my mom. I’ll probably just shoot you and be done with it.
Oh, and that whole freaky fast learning thing? Doesn’t do squat for force powers. Sure, I’ll know how to use them if I hang around enough, but like I said up top I’m no space wizard. Just because a guy knows how doesn’t mean he has the tools he needs to make it work.
=Companion=
Kresh. A Blackstalker my dad rescued from a group of pirates before I was born. Probably the best friend I've ever had. He helped my parents raise me; kept me safe when they were away. Now he's my partner, and still my best (and only) friend. He's doesn't like most people, same as me, but he's more likely to bite your arm off. Best practice with him is generally avoidance, since he only listens to me and really hates when someone else tries to give him orders. Hell, he gets temperamental when I give him orders.
That’s about all I can think of for now, but if you want to know anything else I’ll be here so just ask. If I’m in a good mood I might not knock your teeth in.
