Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2016 22:06:15 GMT -5
Name: Kyle Ordon
Species: Human
Faction: Fringe
Rank: Freighter Captain
Age: 29
Height: 1.8 Meters
Weight: 94 Kilograms
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Appearance:
Kyle is a simple, ordinary man, and his appearance says as much. Square jawed and dark haired, the Captain has some well groomed facial hair, sitting somewhere just after full-blown stubble in terms of thickness. Moving upwards, sitting above Kyle's rather normal nose is a pair of somewhat narrow eyes, steely grey in color. Kyle's eyes, despite their lack of color, express a wide range of emotions from the man, even when his face may remain stony. This being said, the Captain has an extremely poor sabacc face if one were to just watch his eyes. Kyle keeps the mop of hair on the top of his head short, but not over dramatically so. Rather, it's usually kept neat, and is hardly ever messy. Kyle tries to keep it at the length where he can achieve this with little to no maintenance. The rest of the Captain's body is rather non-descript. Kyle has never had a tattoo, nor does he have any outstanding muscle definition, though he does keep in shape. Really, after the man's face, the only things worth mentioning is three clustered blaster scars on the left side of his abdomen from his first firefight, and a pair of scars on his right forearm from a particularly upset ex-client with a large knife.
The Captain's clothes scream "tramp freighter", as appropriate to Kyle's chosen occupation. From the blue duster, to the tan finger-less gloves, to the goggles around his neck, Most people can correctly guess on first sight that Kyle flies around the galaxy, looking for work wherever it may be found. The DH-17 blaster pistol strapped to his left hip suggests that Kyle isn't so scrupulous as to whether or not that work falls within the official law of whatever sector of space he's currently flying through.
Personality:
Most smugglers are charming and dashing, with a silver tongue and a quick draw. A few are cunning, quick witted and sarcastic. Kyle is none of these things. Sure, he could try to be charming. And he gets a few quick one-liners in here and there. But Kyle is simply a man with a blaster, a ship, and an empty cargo hold. No job is impossible, and every task has it's price. Failure isn't even a thought that crosses the man's mind when approached with a new job, and Kyle has a sort of quiet over-confidence about him, believing that he can complete and do just about anything. Long odds and hazardous conditions mean very little to Kyle, though there are a few things that the man won't do. In a slice of space almost dedicated to cartels and criminals, Kyle adamantly refuses to work with slaves, or steal from those who need it most. He won't kill in cold-blood, and only draws his blaster to defend himself or what he owns. Though his jobs are often right in the legal sense, the way Kyle acts and how he carries himself tends to be right in the moral sense.
Flying a tramp freighter wasn't exactly on Kyle's top ten list for likely careers, and he often feels like it was something he was back into. Truthfully, most of Kyle's credits go back to his family on Eriadu, and the man possesses a strict sense of responsibility when it comes to caring and providing for them. And thought Kyle often uses them as an excuse as to why he does what he does, his family isn't full reason. Really, Kyle likes flying around the galaxy. He likes the adventure and the excitement. And most of all, he likes making money. Not to the point where the man is greedy and selfish, where money comes before all. But rather, Kyle is never satisfied with what he has. In his mind, he could always be doing better, both for himself and his family.
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Species: Human
Faction: Fringe
Rank: Freighter Captain
Age: 29
Height: 1.8 Meters
Weight: 94 Kilograms
Image:
Appearance:
Kyle is a simple, ordinary man, and his appearance says as much. Square jawed and dark haired, the Captain has some well groomed facial hair, sitting somewhere just after full-blown stubble in terms of thickness. Moving upwards, sitting above Kyle's rather normal nose is a pair of somewhat narrow eyes, steely grey in color. Kyle's eyes, despite their lack of color, express a wide range of emotions from the man, even when his face may remain stony. This being said, the Captain has an extremely poor sabacc face if one were to just watch his eyes. Kyle keeps the mop of hair on the top of his head short, but not over dramatically so. Rather, it's usually kept neat, and is hardly ever messy. Kyle tries to keep it at the length where he can achieve this with little to no maintenance. The rest of the Captain's body is rather non-descript. Kyle has never had a tattoo, nor does he have any outstanding muscle definition, though he does keep in shape. Really, after the man's face, the only things worth mentioning is three clustered blaster scars on the left side of his abdomen from his first firefight, and a pair of scars on his right forearm from a particularly upset ex-client with a large knife.
The Captain's clothes scream "tramp freighter", as appropriate to Kyle's chosen occupation. From the blue duster, to the tan finger-less gloves, to the goggles around his neck, Most people can correctly guess on first sight that Kyle flies around the galaxy, looking for work wherever it may be found. The DH-17 blaster pistol strapped to his left hip suggests that Kyle isn't so scrupulous as to whether or not that work falls within the official law of whatever sector of space he's currently flying through.
Personality:
Most smugglers are charming and dashing, with a silver tongue and a quick draw. A few are cunning, quick witted and sarcastic. Kyle is none of these things. Sure, he could try to be charming. And he gets a few quick one-liners in here and there. But Kyle is simply a man with a blaster, a ship, and an empty cargo hold. No job is impossible, and every task has it's price. Failure isn't even a thought that crosses the man's mind when approached with a new job, and Kyle has a sort of quiet over-confidence about him, believing that he can complete and do just about anything. Long odds and hazardous conditions mean very little to Kyle, though there are a few things that the man won't do. In a slice of space almost dedicated to cartels and criminals, Kyle adamantly refuses to work with slaves, or steal from those who need it most. He won't kill in cold-blood, and only draws his blaster to defend himself or what he owns. Though his jobs are often right in the legal sense, the way Kyle acts and how he carries himself tends to be right in the moral sense.
Flying a tramp freighter wasn't exactly on Kyle's top ten list for likely careers, and he often feels like it was something he was back into. Truthfully, most of Kyle's credits go back to his family on Eriadu, and the man possesses a strict sense of responsibility when it comes to caring and providing for them. And thought Kyle often uses them as an excuse as to why he does what he does, his family isn't full reason. Really, Kyle likes flying around the galaxy. He likes the adventure and the excitement. And most of all, he likes making money. Not to the point where the man is greedy and selfish, where money comes before all. But rather, Kyle is never satisfied with what he has. In his mind, he could always be doing better, both for himself and his family.
History:
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