Zip
Doctor in Training
Name: Zerrik Zip Zarth
Nicknames: Zip, Z, Fumbles
Faction: Order of the Sacred Lotus
Rank: Medic in Training,
Age: 17
Species: Human (Nubian)
Weight: 168lbs
Height: 5'11"
Eye Colour: Electric Blue
Hair Colour: Brunette
Skin Colour: Caucasian
Appearance:
Zip looks older than he actually is, standing at 5'11". People generally find themselves drawn to his electric blue eyes. On the court he can be found wearing the his standard Grav-Ball gear and a black and red jersey with the number 1 on it's back. Off the court, he almost always wears his blue jeans jacket and his jeans pants accompanied by his black shirt.
Personality:
Zip is very easy going and a fast talker, he often finds himself going with the flow whether it be going to parties, or getting into brawls over a lost match. He often pretends to be cocky and ignorant to most things that is going on around him, but this is to gather information, he is secretly a calculated person. Even in all his calculations, he finds himself being easily manipulated by the people he finds attractive. He also messes up on a lot of his calculations finding that he overlooked one variable. Zip is also a very fast talker, you will often find his words running together making it a little harder to understand.
Force Sensitivity:
Non Force User
Strengths:
Agile: Having to dodge, run and pass the Grav-Ball has taught Zip to be more agile
Accurate: Having to throw the Grav-Ball has taught Zip to hit his target whether it be with a Grav-Ball or a throwing knife.
Leader: Being Captain of his Grav-Ball team has taught him how to be a better leader, people generally find themselves drawn to Zip.
Combat Adept: Zip is not afraid of combat, though he'd rather avoid it. he could definitely hold his own against people around the same age of him, if he is pitted against someone who is bigger, older and stronger he would definitely fail.
Weaknesses:
Fumbles: Even though he's a star on the Grav-ball team, he often drops the ball metaphorically and physically.
Cracks Under pressure: Being a captain on the Grav-ball team sure helps a lot, but when there's people counting on you to make a pass or take down a enemy in guerrilla warfare the stress gets to Zip
Pilot: Zip was never one for learning all the fancy buttons and stuff.
Short Attention Span: Zip finds it hard to focus on stuff for long periods of time.
Biography:
With parents who are doctors, it was always expected that Zip would follow suit. He however wanted to focus on being a normal teen, so he got into sports and other normal activities a teenage boy does. All that changed when he began to notice the way normal citizens got treated by inconsiderate soldiers. Zip decided to stand up to one when he was in the market one day, but that just earned him a beating and a trip to the hospital. While there for a couple broken ribs Zip found himself enthralled with how dedicated the doctors and nurses were, and decided that he wanted to do that too.
It was a couple months later when some random man came up to Zip panicked, asking him for a good hiding spot...
...
Zip walked around one of Nuba city's shopping center, hosted in one of its many skyscrapers. The smell of cheap perfume filled the air, some lady at a kiosk kept spraying the sample perfume around, saying it smelled marvelous.
"Oh this fragrance is just so divine!" The woman said as she sprayed the perfume in the air and walked through it. Zip groaned as he shot the woman a dirty look. He was there to look for a new coat and the kiosk was along the way. The teen adjusted the duffel bag that was harnessed to his back. His nose winked at the smell. Just as he was about to say something, a glint caught his eye. It was a drop of blood on the tiled floor.
"Huh?" Zip mindlessly said, his focus completely on the red splotch. The gravball star crouched down and touched the blood, only to rub it between his fingers. "J'kara? don't tell me you got hit by a defender again I told you to go check yourself into the nurses office..." Zip looked up and realized his friend wasn't even with him. His eyes focused back on his fingers and the blood came into focus again
He looked around and noticed a few faint drops leading to a corner. he followed it. as he turned the corner behind a pile of crates A bleeding man came into view. His eyes were a haze, Zip looked at the man, his wound was pretty bad.
"Woah!!!!! ARE YOU OKAY?!?" Zip said with excitement. The man's eyes shot up in fear. "Who the hell are you?" The man said as his hand slowly reached for his blaster.
Zip realized his mistake and instantly put his hands up. Without thinking he crouched down and began to put pressure on the man's wound. The man flinched in pain.
"ThisWoundIsn'tSoBad, ButI'mNotAProfessionalSo...." Zip said quickly.
The man smirked. "Don't worry, I have people who can help me with that...that's if you are willing to help me avoid some of those damn stormtroopers." The man said softly.
"PutPressureHere." Zip said
As the man put pressure on his own wound, the teen smirked. Dropping his duffel bag, he opened it and pulled out a wrap. He began to wrap the wound around the man's arm. "I don't have any ointment or whatever the doctors use so....sorry." Zip said as he finished wrapping the man up and putting his duffel bag on.
The man smiled as Zip helped him up. "sallright guys back at base will patch it up real nice." The man then peeked out. A storm trooper and officer were talking to the lady with the perfume.
"Crap" The man said as he moved back.
"How did you even get into this situation?"
"I'm a rebel"
Nicknames: Zip, Z, Fumbles
Faction: Order of the Sacred Lotus
Rank: Medic in Training,
Age: 17
Species: Human (Nubian)
Weight: 168lbs
Height: 5'11"
Eye Colour: Electric Blue
Hair Colour: Brunette
Skin Colour: Caucasian
Appearance:
Zip looks older than he actually is, standing at 5'11". People generally find themselves drawn to his electric blue eyes. On the court he can be found wearing the his standard Grav-Ball gear and a black and red jersey with the number 1 on it's back. Off the court, he almost always wears his blue jeans jacket and his jeans pants accompanied by his black shirt.
Personality:
Zip is very easy going and a fast talker, he often finds himself going with the flow whether it be going to parties, or getting into brawls over a lost match. He often pretends to be cocky and ignorant to most things that is going on around him, but this is to gather information, he is secretly a calculated person. Even in all his calculations, he finds himself being easily manipulated by the people he finds attractive. He also messes up on a lot of his calculations finding that he overlooked one variable. Zip is also a very fast talker, you will often find his words running together making it a little harder to understand.
Force Sensitivity:
Non Force User
Strengths:
Agile: Having to dodge, run and pass the Grav-Ball has taught Zip to be more agile
Accurate: Having to throw the Grav-Ball has taught Zip to hit his target whether it be with a Grav-Ball or a throwing knife.
Leader: Being Captain of his Grav-Ball team has taught him how to be a better leader, people generally find themselves drawn to Zip.
Combat Adept: Zip is not afraid of combat, though he'd rather avoid it. he could definitely hold his own against people around the same age of him, if he is pitted against someone who is bigger, older and stronger he would definitely fail.
Weaknesses:
Fumbles: Even though he's a star on the Grav-ball team, he often drops the ball metaphorically and physically.
Cracks Under pressure: Being a captain on the Grav-ball team sure helps a lot, but when there's people counting on you to make a pass or take down a enemy in guerrilla warfare the stress gets to Zip
Pilot: Zip was never one for learning all the fancy buttons and stuff.
Short Attention Span: Zip finds it hard to focus on stuff for long periods of time.
Biography:
With parents who are doctors, it was always expected that Zip would follow suit. He however wanted to focus on being a normal teen, so he got into sports and other normal activities a teenage boy does. All that changed when he began to notice the way normal citizens got treated by inconsiderate soldiers. Zip decided to stand up to one when he was in the market one day, but that just earned him a beating and a trip to the hospital. While there for a couple broken ribs Zip found himself enthralled with how dedicated the doctors and nurses were, and decided that he wanted to do that too.
It was a couple months later when some random man came up to Zip panicked, asking him for a good hiding spot...
...
Zip walked around one of Nuba city's shopping center, hosted in one of its many skyscrapers. The smell of cheap perfume filled the air, some lady at a kiosk kept spraying the sample perfume around, saying it smelled marvelous.
"Oh this fragrance is just so divine!" The woman said as she sprayed the perfume in the air and walked through it. Zip groaned as he shot the woman a dirty look. He was there to look for a new coat and the kiosk was along the way. The teen adjusted the duffel bag that was harnessed to his back. His nose winked at the smell. Just as he was about to say something, a glint caught his eye. It was a drop of blood on the tiled floor.
"Huh?" Zip mindlessly said, his focus completely on the red splotch. The gravball star crouched down and touched the blood, only to rub it between his fingers. "J'kara? don't tell me you got hit by a defender again I told you to go check yourself into the nurses office..." Zip looked up and realized his friend wasn't even with him. His eyes focused back on his fingers and the blood came into focus again
He looked around and noticed a few faint drops leading to a corner. he followed it. as he turned the corner behind a pile of crates A bleeding man came into view. His eyes were a haze, Zip looked at the man, his wound was pretty bad.
"Woah!!!!! ARE YOU OKAY?!?" Zip said with excitement. The man's eyes shot up in fear. "Who the hell are you?" The man said as his hand slowly reached for his blaster.
Zip realized his mistake and instantly put his hands up. Without thinking he crouched down and began to put pressure on the man's wound. The man flinched in pain.
"ThisWoundIsn'tSoBad, ButI'mNotAProfessionalSo...." Zip said quickly.
The man smirked. "Don't worry, I have people who can help me with that...that's if you are willing to help me avoid some of those damn stormtroopers." The man said softly.
"PutPressureHere." Zip said
As the man put pressure on his own wound, the teen smirked. Dropping his duffel bag, he opened it and pulled out a wrap. He began to wrap the wound around the man's arm. "I don't have any ointment or whatever the doctors use so....sorry." Zip said as he finished wrapping the man up and putting his duffel bag on.
The man smiled as Zip helped him up. "sallright guys back at base will patch it up real nice." The man then peeked out. A storm trooper and officer were talking to the lady with the perfume.
"Crap" The man said as he moved back.
"How did you even get into this situation?"
"I'm a rebel"