NAME: Wilhelm Balfour (Vil-helm Bal-fore)
FACTION: Galactic Empire
RANK: Moff
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 32, the age of power.
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 180 cm
WEIGHT: 70 kg
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Black
SKIN: Light
FORCE SENSITIVE: N
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
+Command: Wilhelm is a well versed in tactics, diplomacy, and communications, able to effectively and clearly give orders and dissect military and political climates.
+Marksman: Wilhelm is actually a fairly decent shot with his side arm, though his experience is in a range rather than in combat.
-Not a combatant: While Wilhelm is not lost on a bridge or command center and is a decent marksman, he is not trained to handle the rigors of actual combat, or deal well with enemies who fire back at him.
-Cigarra Fever: Wilhelm is fond of cigarras, a practice known to lower life expectancy and cause health problems.
APPEARANCE:
Moff Balfour stands nearly six feet tall, with a slender build that implies a respect but not strict adherence to fitness. Ever the professional Wilhelm is most often found in his Moff’s uniform, but often sports a suit when not on duty. Typical equipment involves a wrist-datapad, officer’s side-arm, and a case of cigarras.
BIOGRAPHY:
Vilhelm Balfour was a boy of privileged birth and exotic tastes, preferring to spend his time hunting on the plains as opposed to studying his books. His parents, wealthy businesspeople in the corporate sector, paid for Wilhelm to enter top prepatory schools regardless, attempting various methods to get him motivated in his schooling. Eventually a tutor was hired, a young man of brilliant mind who seemed to be able to train him well enough to get sufficient marks to get through school. That, along with a few generous donations, allowed Wilhelm entrance to the Prestigious Sith Empire Naval Academy, back in the days when it was ruled by Darth Desmius.
Wilhelm took the opportunity as anyone who knew him would expect, by taking an entourage of those who followed him and proceeding to get into as much liquor and hijinks as a man could. It was only a matter of time before something went wrong. Wilhelm died that night, and was significantly disfigured. His tutor however, was shook up, scratched a little, but able enough to walk. Able enough to think of a plan, to sell whatever liquor, jewelry, and extravagances of Wilhelm’s survived in order to pay for a quick black-market gene splicing. A week of acting shaken bought him time enough to go the naval academy, where he spent the next four years learning tactics, government, supply, and whatever else the Sith could teach him. The academy “made a new man” out of Wilhelm, though by the time he got out it was the Sith Remnant rather than Empire that he served.
That lasted for a while, before he was offered his own ship at the new One Sith. Wilhelm took it, and served with distinction as the One Sith eradicated the Republic. He moved through the ranks and garnered report, and was in the bidding for a spot as a Commodore as the Galactic Alliance carved it’s way towards Coruscant. Deciding it was time for a career change Wilhelm left for the private sector, accumulating wealth and biding his time before seeing the rise of the Galactic Empire and deciding to join in. It took time to root out old allies from previous empires and grease the proper channels, but Wilhelm managed to get himself appointed to the Moff Council, beginning a new chapter in his life. The one where his destiny was his own, not to be meddled with by Sith and their “birthright” of manifest destiny.
SHIP:
Imperial Assignments.
KILLS:
I have people for that.
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
How uncouth!
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ROLE-PLAYS:
My time will come