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Character Yoroi Argosa

YOROI ARGOSA

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NAME: Yoroi Argosa

FACTION: TBD

RANK: None

SPECIES: Human

AGE: 22

SEX: Male

HEIGHT: 6'4"

WEIGHT: 174 lbs.

EYES: Blue

HAIR: Blonde

SKIN: Pale

FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes (dormant)



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STRENGTHS:

Boy Genius:
Yoroi is a gifted individual. Always ahead of his peers in intelligence. He has an aptitude for machines, computers, and logistics.

Creative Combatant: His quick thinking lends to Yoroi’s abilities in combat. He prefers to fight smarter, not harder. Deception and surprise are his go-to but he’ll make use of anything in the environment to gain an advantage over a stronger or better equipped opponent.

WEAKNESSES:

Social Maladjustment:
Yoroi is inherently self-interested with a skewed moral compass. He has little regret in lying to anyone or taking advantage of a situation for his own benefit. He views rules as things that apply to other people, not to him and he takes pleasure in breaking them. While he yearns for deeper personal connection but his complicated personality of layered trauma responses has built a shell rarely penetrated.

More Gadgets Than Guts: Yoroi prefers to have the upperhand. If caught in a sticky situation he’s more prone to run away than stand his ground and certainly not sacrifice himself to save others.

APPEARANCE:
Yoroi’s most recognizable traits are his messy blonde hair, blue eyes, and the prominent scars and tattoos that cover a majority of his body. He is tall with a wiry build. His wardrobe consists of layered shirts, jackets, and harnesses to carry weapons and equipment. He will occasionally wear a hazard mask, equipped with air filtration, oxidation, and a HUD eye-piece that allows him to better analyze the conditions he’s working in.

BIOGRAPHY:
Yoroi was born on New Cov in the Churba System of the Mid Rim. His father was a renown biochemical engineer, credited with developing a process that allowed for more efficient storage and transportation of several volatile biomolecules. The sale of this patent to the New Cov Biomolecule Company made the Argosa family wealthy.

While the scientific community held Yoroi’s father in high regard, the Argosa son did not share that same love. He found his father to be cold and false. While he liked to pretend to care about his son, everything about his parenting was surface-level and detached. Yoroi felt that his accomplishments, no matter how extraordinary, were never appreciated. His father’s shadow loomed over everything he did. Every talent and creation was ultimately attributed to the father’s genes and tutelage rather than Yoroi’s unique initiative.

Yoroi’s mother was the opposite. She doted on her son and was his constant cheerleader. Despite being highly intelligent, school was not a place that Yoroi excelled. His distaste for authority began at a young age and he spent more time pushing the buttons of his teachers than studying. He was known to fail tests on purpose by filling out his answers in a way that mocked the idea of the educational system.

His poor academic performance did not dissuade his mother from being continually proud but his father became worried. At age 14 Yoroi was sent to a boarding school on Chandrila. For this brief period he used his intellect for his studies and graduated ahead of his class. The only person to question whether Yoroi might be force sensitive was one of the professors at this school. He was accepted to university on Coruscant but, being much younger than his peers, he found it difficult to fit in. At least with the students.

Yoroi instead began finding friends in more interesting places. He took up work as a mechanic, building and upgrading swoop bikes and speeders for underground racing rings. Soon he was competing himself, not just in racing but in anything he could. Gambling dens, fight clubs, karaoke. It didn’t matter. If racing taught him to fly then the after parties taught him how to have fun. Late nights were spent cavorting in loud mysterious places with mysterious women, intaking mysterious substances for their mysterious effects. Yoroi was hooked. Not on the substances but on the lifestyle. It became his gateway to freedom and appreciation.

At 19, he stopped showing up to class entirely. He left the school. He left coruscant. Yoroi traveled for a time with a touring jizz band as their equipment tech and personal spice concierge. After hooking up with the singer’s girlfriend, the band left Yoroi stranded after a tour stop on Duros. He hitched a ride to Corellia with a spice smuggler and quickly joined up with his crew.

The smuggling life was a new love affair. Downtime between runs to different star systems was spent shooting blasters, tinkering with droids, and upgrading the small crew’s light freighter that carried them around the galaxy.

Their luck ran out during a visit to Mon Gazza where the group lost big betting on the pod races. The smuggler leader and first mate were grabbed up by enforcers working for a local bookie. Yoroi slipped away after stealing a crew uniform and pretending to be working in the pit for one of the racers. When the coast was clear he returned to the landing docks and stole his group’s ship. Headed for parts unknown.


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SHIP: The Ravana III - A heavily modified YT-2400 freighter named The Ravana III. Yoroi has enhanced the engine systems, increasing its top speed and maneuverability. In addition to the stock armaments, he’s added an assortment of anti-projectile counter measures, signal jammers, and multiple blaster cannons hidden under retractable manifolds. Two tractor beam emitters were installed to assist in the collection of floating space debris but can also be used to slow down faster vessels at short range.

KILLS: N/A

BOUNTIES COLLECTED: N/A



ROLE-PLAYS:
Real Steel [Darkwire]
 
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