Post by holyjunkie on Oct 5, 2020 15:22:33 GMT 8
Name: Radimus Dorr
Homeworld: Coruscant
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: Rough and rugged. There is a subtle look to him that is the difference between confidence and cockiness. Slightly gaunt, with short-trimmed brown hair. His facial hair grows out thick, but he prefers a clean shave. His eyes are dark blue, not exactly piercing, but they have a thousand yard stare to them.
Personality: His smile is an uncommon sight. His priorities tend to shift toward making sure the dues are paid and the job is done right. That said, he is not without a sense of humor- as dry as it has become since before the war. Credits are almost as important as caution. Additionally, he absolutely loves his ship and relishes the times when it gets a sparkly clean finish.
Background: Ex-Jedi / Smuggler
History: As a young Jedi conscripted into the war, Radimus was assigned to support a squad of Clone Commandos on various missions. When Order 66 was dropped, the Clone Commandos opted to fake Radimus’ death, having grown attached to the young jedi with a similar sense of humour. After infiltrating and re-integrating into Coruscant society once more, Radimus made a short-lived career as a contract pilot for an imperial officer. All the while, he kept his old lightsaber hidden. As Radimus witnessed more and more corruption on the officer’s part, he was deemed a potential threat in court. To dispose of Radimus, he was “reassigned”, and only learned upon arriving in a Kuat estate that he had been sold into slavery. Radimus only escaped his owner by fashioning an explosive out of the kyber crystal from his lightsaber, and stealing the owner’s private vessel. Before anyone could figure out what happened, he quickly jumped to hyperspace, unaware that his coordinates were slightly off. He crashed on a planet still being torn by war. For the next year and a half, he learned how to really survive, not with jedi tools and tricks, but with energy cells and alloys. Life on that sort of planet gives a man perspective. Eventually, he hijacked an old U-Wing, escaped the planet, and traded it towards the ship he calls The Visionary. From there, he kept a low profile, doing odd shipping jobs and the occasional moving of contraband.
Code Number: “RD-05” (fake number)
Nickname/Alias: Rad, Dimitrius, Captain Dorr
Race/Species: Human
Rank/Position: Captain
Spoken Languages: Common, Binary (as fluent as one can be at his age), Bocce (fluent), Huttese (enough to understand a threat)
Transport: The Visionary, with the mini-shuttle The Sparrow.
Weapon(s): Custom blaster rifle with Wookie Bowcaster chassis, cosmetically altered DC-17 blaster pistol
Homeworld: Coruscant
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: Rough and rugged. There is a subtle look to him that is the difference between confidence and cockiness. Slightly gaunt, with short-trimmed brown hair. His facial hair grows out thick, but he prefers a clean shave. His eyes are dark blue, not exactly piercing, but they have a thousand yard stare to them.
Personality: His smile is an uncommon sight. His priorities tend to shift toward making sure the dues are paid and the job is done right. That said, he is not without a sense of humor- as dry as it has become since before the war. Credits are almost as important as caution. Additionally, he absolutely loves his ship and relishes the times when it gets a sparkly clean finish.
Background: Ex-Jedi / Smuggler
History: As a young Jedi conscripted into the war, Radimus was assigned to support a squad of Clone Commandos on various missions. When Order 66 was dropped, the Clone Commandos opted to fake Radimus’ death, having grown attached to the young jedi with a similar sense of humour. After infiltrating and re-integrating into Coruscant society once more, Radimus made a short-lived career as a contract pilot for an imperial officer. All the while, he kept his old lightsaber hidden. As Radimus witnessed more and more corruption on the officer’s part, he was deemed a potential threat in court. To dispose of Radimus, he was “reassigned”, and only learned upon arriving in a Kuat estate that he had been sold into slavery. Radimus only escaped his owner by fashioning an explosive out of the kyber crystal from his lightsaber, and stealing the owner’s private vessel. Before anyone could figure out what happened, he quickly jumped to hyperspace, unaware that his coordinates were slightly off. He crashed on a planet still being torn by war. For the next year and a half, he learned how to really survive, not with jedi tools and tricks, but with energy cells and alloys. Life on that sort of planet gives a man perspective. Eventually, he hijacked an old U-Wing, escaped the planet, and traded it towards the ship he calls The Visionary. From there, he kept a low profile, doing odd shipping jobs and the occasional moving of contraband.
Code Number: “RD-05” (fake number)
Nickname/Alias: Rad, Dimitrius, Captain Dorr
Race/Species: Human
Rank/Position: Captain
Spoken Languages: Common, Binary (as fluent as one can be at his age), Bocce (fluent), Huttese (enough to understand a threat)
Transport: The Visionary, with the mini-shuttle The Sparrow.
Weapon(s): Custom blaster rifle with Wookie Bowcaster chassis, cosmetically altered DC-17 blaster pistol