Post by Mr. Slender on Feb 18, 2015 20:01:54 GMT -5
Name: Baxtaugh "Bax" Hubbyle
Species: Human
Faction: Fringe
Rank: Junkmeister General
Age: 29
Height: 177.8 cm
Weight: 77.1107 kg
Image:
(Sam Huntington just fyi)
Appearance:
For better or worse, Bax isn't really that noteworthy as humans go. He's not gorgeous enough to be on a poster as the pinnacle of humanocentric manliness, or ugly enough for people to ask if his mother was a mynock. However, Bax likes to think he leans more towards the former extreme than the latter. The Junker possesses high cheekbones and a razor-sharp jaw line characteristic of a high-born human, but normally hides exactly how sharp with stubble or a full-blown beard. While his choice of facial hair all depends on his level of initiative to shave, his dishwater blond mane is always maintained at a relatively short length. Bax's nose is not really worth mentioning, but apparently the expressive hazel eyes above it has always been one of his drawing points. Same story with his small yet shapely lips. Nothing good can be said about his slightly wide ears, except they thankfully aren't gundark big.
Body wise Bax is lean but still built up a good deal of muscle during the more hands on portion of his old job. Self employment hasn't done much damage to his figure per se, but having free time to snack whenever isn't exactly shrinking his waistline any. Even as his twenties enjoy their final days, the Junker retains a boyishly smooth complexion overall except for a few fine wrinkles starting to form across his forehead.
Bax's wardrobe is mostly nonexistent, due his preference of wearing a Immediac Model 10 spacesuit during most of his day-to-day activities. When not required the Junker obviously doesn't wear the helmet, but likes to keep it close in case his ship decides to suddenly decompress. However, when the AC system malfunctions, and temperatures rise to nearly a 105 degrees Fahrenheit, he's quick to strip down to standard imperial boxers and T-shirts. He hasn't had to impress anyone in a very long time, so of the spare clothes he does own Bax has nothing fancier than a single shirt with a collar.
Personality:
Bax likes to think of himself as a man with appreciation of other cultures, technologies, and customs. However, the way he's been showing that appreciation for over a decade has been by rescuing anything that looks valuable, or just interesting, to him from destruction. It amazes the Junker sometimes just what some people will throw out, but nonetheless mentally thanks whoever it was for the opportunity for him to own it instead. He does the same ritual whenever he finds a derelict ship or crash site with salvageable loot as well. Bax's love of abandoned treasure is so great he wouldn't think twice about looking even a fresh grave, as long as he knows the digging would actually be worth it. This love also unfortunately leads to a personal conflict of interests, between keeping the coolest stuff or selling it to turn a profit.
Not wanting to waste fuel stopping off at too many worlds in the outer rim, or attracting imperial attention to his sometimes less than legal salvage, Bax likes to deal in bulk to certain trusted clientage. Scrapped droids to small manufacturers, surplus weapons to crime lords, medicine to local governments etc. etc. The Junker has enough business savvy to keep the prices of legal cargo low enough to keep buyers coming back, but also mark up contraband enough to make it worth the risk. He will also just track down info on the whereabouts of an item, for a nominal fee if it's legal, if someone can't afford to actually have it delivered.
Beyond just being a great businessman, Bax genuinely wants to be a great person. However, a few interpersonal idiosyncrasies tend to get in his way. The most noticeable is an almost natural aloofness towards most troubles not related himself or the pursuit of loot. In his eyes the galaxy on a whole isn't his responsibility, and neither are the billions struggling to survive, so the Junker rarely thinks outside of his own small microcosm. A lesser, yet more open, trait of Bax is his tendency to harshly snap at people when he's stressed or nervous. Afterward he nearly always apologizes, but sometimes the damage has already been done.
Being naturally calm and level-headed by nature, it takes a lot to piss the Junker off. Betraying his trust is the easiest way to do just that, and keeping him from completing a job is a close second. In the face of these acts he's likely to leave the perpetrator marooned somewhere horrible, or just shoot them depending on time and effort involved with the latter option. Dismantling, and/or stealing, the person's tech is another favorite punishment. Truth be told, Bax has only ever shot one person to death, and would rather not kill anyone else if all possible.
Lastly, when it comes to habits and hobbies, the Junker spends most of his downtime watching the Holonet or cataloging his loot. Bax normally blows off housekeeping in general, but ironically makes a game out of meticulously separating the various food wrappers into piles by ingredients. When stopped on a civilized planet he likes to watch sports or gladiatorial games, yet loves to check out museums and antique stores even more. Women have been so scarce in his life he barely thinks of them, except for the loneliest of nights in his bunk.
History:
Bax was born on Outland Station back in 33BBY, to club owner Mort Hubbyle and his wife Mananie. This was their second pregnancy, and their first son Gerith had just recently turned four. The station wasn't exactly the best place in the outer rim to raise a family, but things went relatively well for them with the job security and income from their ancestral business. The first Hubbyle to arrive there had opened the " The Drunken Dianoga", and generations later it was still a family run establishment. Mananie had been a table dancer before winning the heart of the current heir to the place.
From an early age Bax was very close to his brother Gerith, and they spent most of their waking hours together while they were young. Besides a basic education they were getting from a former academy professor turned bartender, the pair frequented the shops of the merchant district regularly, with or without their parents.
As he grew Bax took in all the business lessons Mort and Mananie offered, but knew early on he had no interest in staying on Outland Station any longer than he had to. Gerith could have the DD for all he cared. Deep down he dreamed of seeing the galaxy and all the strange stuff it had to offer. When the Clone Wars started the boy wanted more than anything for it to last long enough for him to enlist in the Republic Navy. Seven years didn't seem like such a long time for a war to go on. Bax didn't exactly want to be a solider, but knew it'd be the best option for leaving home without possibly upsetting his parents.
Ironically, Gerith had the same idea to escape Mort and Mananie's pestering. By the war's end he was old enough for military service, and joined the newly dubbed Imperial Navy in its first call for fresh, eager recruits. With his brother gone Bax was unfortunately forced to pick up the slack at the DD. Between what seemed like genuine betrayal and mounting new-found stress, the boy slowly let resentment and mild loathing start to form between himself and Gerith. Over the next few years, whenever the young NCO would call to check on his parents and little brother he'd catch nothing but static from them.
Despite a desire to not hurt them, Bax decided to ditch the DD, Mort and Mananie as he rolled into enlistment age. Using what saving he had the boy secretly caught a flight to Coruscant, where Gerith was currently stationed, to look for a nice imperial job. The way his brother told it there was no better employer in the galaxy. However, unlike his sibling Bax had no wish to see open combat or command others, and the humanocentric leanings of some of the other branches didn't sit quite right with him. Finally he applied for imperial intelligence, Imperial Security and the Imperial Center Sanitation Department, but only got a response from ICSD.
At first Bax was understandably pissed off to have flown halfway across the galaxy to be a garbage man, yet quickly found the work strangely fulfilling. The pay was good, rules were lax, and even in Coruscanti traffic people yielded to passing mega barges. Plus, before they ground it up or sent it off world, employees basically had free rein over any interesting stuff people threw out. Overall, life was good. It got even better a few years later after Bax got transferred to working at one of the garbage pits. Besides meeting the barges when they came in to drop off a payload, he got a finally look for anything that caught his eye before turning on the grinders. Along with his already substantial paycheck, the Junker made loads of credits under the table selling droid parts and crashed vehicles.
Bax enjoyed this period of happiness and satisfaction for nearly a full ten years, until he saved something from the grinders he really shouldn't have: a lightsaber. Like anyone who grew up on somewhere with a decent spaceport, the Junker had heard tales of the Jedi and their mythical laser swords, but never thought he'd ever see one in person at this point. Everyone knew they'd been basically exterminated after their betrayal of the republic, and you'd think all their weapons would've been confiscated by the empire by now. Bax figured this one had sat in a seldom cleaned garbage pit for over a decade. He was extremely surprised its emerald blade still worked, after he struggled to figure out how to turn it on. Without thinking of who was watching he pocketed his new favorite toy and took it home.
It was a few days later when the door to his apartment got off its tracks, and stormtroopers rushed in and held him at blaster point in bed. Bax didn't move or say anything until an ISB officer came forward to explain he was being arrested for possession of illegal items. The only let him put on pants for modesty sake, before hauling him out in binders, and proceeding to literally tear his apartment apart as they started a search. The junker was brought to ISB headquarters basically unharmed before being thrown into a cell, without any indication of exactly which illegal contraband they wanted in his home. Ironically, it was only after he'd fallen back to sleep that a pair of stormtroopers came to drag him off to interrogation.
Things only seemed to get worse from there, as Bax found himself in the room with two stern looking ISB agents and the lightabser between them. The both decided to play "bad cop" as they read him the riot act about the incarceration, and possible execution, he was facing for purposely holding on to Jedi paraphernalia. Without really anything to say to these charges, the Junker was tossed into a detention center while an investigation was launched into his life. The newly minted inmate 2376B-78A could do little to save himself from this blatant civil rights violation, so he tried to do his best to adjust to prison life. Over the several months the bureaucrats at ISB took to get his named cleared of malicious allegations, the Junker joined a human supremacy group and started to gain a few tattoos.
In the end, Bax got released without so much as an apology and returned to find the stuff the stormtroopers hadn't smashed had been looted. Feeling more than a little disillusioned towards his former employer at this point, he immediately liquified his remaining assets, and made plans to leave Coruscant for good. Planning on starting his own salvage business he purchased a ship from a former fence he used on a regular, before launching off for a hopefully better life far away from the empire's boot.
Miscellaneous Crap:
Owns a G9 Rigger freighter named The Drifter
Uses a team of four ASP-7 labor droids, nicknamed the Bucket brothers, to help with most of his heavy lifting
Has a well worn DC-17 hand blaster as his personal sidearm
Modified a Screamer Jumper Jet Pack to be mountable to his enviro suit, for atmosphere and EVA use when needed
Species: Human
Faction: Fringe
Rank: Junkmeister General
Age: 29
Height: 177.8 cm
Weight: 77.1107 kg
Image:
(Sam Huntington just fyi)
Appearance:
For better or worse, Bax isn't really that noteworthy as humans go. He's not gorgeous enough to be on a poster as the pinnacle of humanocentric manliness, or ugly enough for people to ask if his mother was a mynock. However, Bax likes to think he leans more towards the former extreme than the latter. The Junker possesses high cheekbones and a razor-sharp jaw line characteristic of a high-born human, but normally hides exactly how sharp with stubble or a full-blown beard. While his choice of facial hair all depends on his level of initiative to shave, his dishwater blond mane is always maintained at a relatively short length. Bax's nose is not really worth mentioning, but apparently the expressive hazel eyes above it has always been one of his drawing points. Same story with his small yet shapely lips. Nothing good can be said about his slightly wide ears, except they thankfully aren't gundark big.
Body wise Bax is lean but still built up a good deal of muscle during the more hands on portion of his old job. Self employment hasn't done much damage to his figure per se, but having free time to snack whenever isn't exactly shrinking his waistline any. Even as his twenties enjoy their final days, the Junker retains a boyishly smooth complexion overall except for a few fine wrinkles starting to form across his forehead.
Bax's wardrobe is mostly nonexistent, due his preference of wearing a Immediac Model 10 spacesuit during most of his day-to-day activities. When not required the Junker obviously doesn't wear the helmet, but likes to keep it close in case his ship decides to suddenly decompress. However, when the AC system malfunctions, and temperatures rise to nearly a 105 degrees Fahrenheit, he's quick to strip down to standard imperial boxers and T-shirts. He hasn't had to impress anyone in a very long time, so of the spare clothes he does own Bax has nothing fancier than a single shirt with a collar.
Personality:
Bax likes to think of himself as a man with appreciation of other cultures, technologies, and customs. However, the way he's been showing that appreciation for over a decade has been by rescuing anything that looks valuable, or just interesting, to him from destruction. It amazes the Junker sometimes just what some people will throw out, but nonetheless mentally thanks whoever it was for the opportunity for him to own it instead. He does the same ritual whenever he finds a derelict ship or crash site with salvageable loot as well. Bax's love of abandoned treasure is so great he wouldn't think twice about looking even a fresh grave, as long as he knows the digging would actually be worth it. This love also unfortunately leads to a personal conflict of interests, between keeping the coolest stuff or selling it to turn a profit.
Not wanting to waste fuel stopping off at too many worlds in the outer rim, or attracting imperial attention to his sometimes less than legal salvage, Bax likes to deal in bulk to certain trusted clientage. Scrapped droids to small manufacturers, surplus weapons to crime lords, medicine to local governments etc. etc. The Junker has enough business savvy to keep the prices of legal cargo low enough to keep buyers coming back, but also mark up contraband enough to make it worth the risk. He will also just track down info on the whereabouts of an item, for a nominal fee if it's legal, if someone can't afford to actually have it delivered.
Beyond just being a great businessman, Bax genuinely wants to be a great person. However, a few interpersonal idiosyncrasies tend to get in his way. The most noticeable is an almost natural aloofness towards most troubles not related himself or the pursuit of loot. In his eyes the galaxy on a whole isn't his responsibility, and neither are the billions struggling to survive, so the Junker rarely thinks outside of his own small microcosm. A lesser, yet more open, trait of Bax is his tendency to harshly snap at people when he's stressed or nervous. Afterward he nearly always apologizes, but sometimes the damage has already been done.
Being naturally calm and level-headed by nature, it takes a lot to piss the Junker off. Betraying his trust is the easiest way to do just that, and keeping him from completing a job is a close second. In the face of these acts he's likely to leave the perpetrator marooned somewhere horrible, or just shoot them depending on time and effort involved with the latter option. Dismantling, and/or stealing, the person's tech is another favorite punishment. Truth be told, Bax has only ever shot one person to death, and would rather not kill anyone else if all possible.
Lastly, when it comes to habits and hobbies, the Junker spends most of his downtime watching the Holonet or cataloging his loot. Bax normally blows off housekeeping in general, but ironically makes a game out of meticulously separating the various food wrappers into piles by ingredients. When stopped on a civilized planet he likes to watch sports or gladiatorial games, yet loves to check out museums and antique stores even more. Women have been so scarce in his life he barely thinks of them, except for the loneliest of nights in his bunk.
History:
Bax was born on Outland Station back in 33BBY, to club owner Mort Hubbyle and his wife Mananie. This was their second pregnancy, and their first son Gerith had just recently turned four. The station wasn't exactly the best place in the outer rim to raise a family, but things went relatively well for them with the job security and income from their ancestral business. The first Hubbyle to arrive there had opened the " The Drunken Dianoga", and generations later it was still a family run establishment. Mananie had been a table dancer before winning the heart of the current heir to the place.
From an early age Bax was very close to his brother Gerith, and they spent most of their waking hours together while they were young. Besides a basic education they were getting from a former academy professor turned bartender, the pair frequented the shops of the merchant district regularly, with or without their parents.
As he grew Bax took in all the business lessons Mort and Mananie offered, but knew early on he had no interest in staying on Outland Station any longer than he had to. Gerith could have the DD for all he cared. Deep down he dreamed of seeing the galaxy and all the strange stuff it had to offer. When the Clone Wars started the boy wanted more than anything for it to last long enough for him to enlist in the Republic Navy. Seven years didn't seem like such a long time for a war to go on. Bax didn't exactly want to be a solider, but knew it'd be the best option for leaving home without possibly upsetting his parents.
Ironically, Gerith had the same idea to escape Mort and Mananie's pestering. By the war's end he was old enough for military service, and joined the newly dubbed Imperial Navy in its first call for fresh, eager recruits. With his brother gone Bax was unfortunately forced to pick up the slack at the DD. Between what seemed like genuine betrayal and mounting new-found stress, the boy slowly let resentment and mild loathing start to form between himself and Gerith. Over the next few years, whenever the young NCO would call to check on his parents and little brother he'd catch nothing but static from them.
Despite a desire to not hurt them, Bax decided to ditch the DD, Mort and Mananie as he rolled into enlistment age. Using what saving he had the boy secretly caught a flight to Coruscant, where Gerith was currently stationed, to look for a nice imperial job. The way his brother told it there was no better employer in the galaxy. However, unlike his sibling Bax had no wish to see open combat or command others, and the humanocentric leanings of some of the other branches didn't sit quite right with him. Finally he applied for imperial intelligence, Imperial Security and the Imperial Center Sanitation Department, but only got a response from ICSD.
At first Bax was understandably pissed off to have flown halfway across the galaxy to be a garbage man, yet quickly found the work strangely fulfilling. The pay was good, rules were lax, and even in Coruscanti traffic people yielded to passing mega barges. Plus, before they ground it up or sent it off world, employees basically had free rein over any interesting stuff people threw out. Overall, life was good. It got even better a few years later after Bax got transferred to working at one of the garbage pits. Besides meeting the barges when they came in to drop off a payload, he got a finally look for anything that caught his eye before turning on the grinders. Along with his already substantial paycheck, the Junker made loads of credits under the table selling droid parts and crashed vehicles.
Bax enjoyed this period of happiness and satisfaction for nearly a full ten years, until he saved something from the grinders he really shouldn't have: a lightsaber. Like anyone who grew up on somewhere with a decent spaceport, the Junker had heard tales of the Jedi and their mythical laser swords, but never thought he'd ever see one in person at this point. Everyone knew they'd been basically exterminated after their betrayal of the republic, and you'd think all their weapons would've been confiscated by the empire by now. Bax figured this one had sat in a seldom cleaned garbage pit for over a decade. He was extremely surprised its emerald blade still worked, after he struggled to figure out how to turn it on. Without thinking of who was watching he pocketed his new favorite toy and took it home.
It was a few days later when the door to his apartment got off its tracks, and stormtroopers rushed in and held him at blaster point in bed. Bax didn't move or say anything until an ISB officer came forward to explain he was being arrested for possession of illegal items. The only let him put on pants for modesty sake, before hauling him out in binders, and proceeding to literally tear his apartment apart as they started a search. The junker was brought to ISB headquarters basically unharmed before being thrown into a cell, without any indication of exactly which illegal contraband they wanted in his home. Ironically, it was only after he'd fallen back to sleep that a pair of stormtroopers came to drag him off to interrogation.
Things only seemed to get worse from there, as Bax found himself in the room with two stern looking ISB agents and the lightabser between them. The both decided to play "bad cop" as they read him the riot act about the incarceration, and possible execution, he was facing for purposely holding on to Jedi paraphernalia. Without really anything to say to these charges, the Junker was tossed into a detention center while an investigation was launched into his life. The newly minted inmate 2376B-78A could do little to save himself from this blatant civil rights violation, so he tried to do his best to adjust to prison life. Over the several months the bureaucrats at ISB took to get his named cleared of malicious allegations, the Junker joined a human supremacy group and started to gain a few tattoos.
In the end, Bax got released without so much as an apology and returned to find the stuff the stormtroopers hadn't smashed had been looted. Feeling more than a little disillusioned towards his former employer at this point, he immediately liquified his remaining assets, and made plans to leave Coruscant for good. Planning on starting his own salvage business he purchased a ship from a former fence he used on a regular, before launching off for a hopefully better life far away from the empire's boot.
Miscellaneous Crap:
Owns a G9 Rigger freighter named The Drifter
Uses a team of four ASP-7 labor droids, nicknamed the Bucket brothers, to help with most of his heavy lifting
Has a well worn DC-17 hand blaster as his personal sidearm
Modified a Screamer Jumper Jet Pack to be mountable to his enviro suit, for atmosphere and EVA use when needed
