Varan
Introduction
Full Name: Varan Si'Li Roedam
Age: 26
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Force Sensitive: Unsure
Appearance
DescriptionVaran's attire is rather basic for someone of his standard. The clothing he wears shows that he isn't just your regular citizen. It's rather odd, to notice, how it all comes together. Much like others of the same background, he is quite the tall company that can get on people's nerves. Though not the tallest in any group that he's been acquainted to, Varan stands roughly 6' 0". It links heavily to the uniform he wears, seeing as it doesn't just seem like the standard outfitting you could buy from any marketeer. The specific designing and compatibility is perfect for a man such as himself, as it was put together by multiple clothing found around multiple systems. The design choice and vast majority of construction is mainly from Old Rebel uniforms and utilities that have been for sale or scavenged from classic wreckages. Even a scavenged
DH-17 can be found either under his over-layers or stored amongst his vessel.
As for Varan himself, his hair is quite short. Jet-black colouring, of course, and a faint stubble that surrounds his mouth and chin is something more for looks than necessity. His eyes are of a Turquoise shade, mixing between both green and blue glistens. For body structure, Varan isn't exactly the brawn of any situation. His arms show only basic muscling and his strength can be limited, though useless is out of the question. The left arm, however, for the man isn't exactly the normal blend. Underneath the clothing is a cold and metallic
Arm, caused by the misfortune of one of his
Trips through endless vacuum. On the same left shoulder is a mild burn mark, though not from Blaster-fire or any sort of weaponry. Very faint cuts lie on his right cheek, though they aren't life-changing like the scars many have in the violent galaxy.
Characteristics
PersonalityVaran's personality is quite surprising. For a man who looks rather experienced in work and dangerous territory, he's actually quite timid which goes against his great intelligence. Even socially and physically, Varan's ability to maintain confidence is bleak. There are many things that can hold back a man, and Varan is sure to have plenty that can sometimes effect certain tasks. In certain conversations of importance, he has a tendency to stutter and hesitate, making his
On-The-Dot decision making quite difficult. As else, his emotions are rather mixed. They can change from cheerful to determined to sorrowful within an instant, and Mood-swings have been common in the past. However, as time builds up with little defeat, tasks that Varan becomes used to eventually becomes something he becomes comfortable with, taking a toll on his little boldness. Time does effect the overall person Varan is, especially with the threat of the empire constantly lurking around every corner of every street or canyon. His confidence, however, isn't at an all time low where he falls useless to everyone in dangerous situations, and can always serve at least some purpose. When it comes to his views on others, Varan's judgement is less planned and rather random. He might feel greatly affectionate for one, but complete hatred for their counterpart. His vigilance towards types of people can be at an all-time high, however there are chances that he sets aside the cautiousness based upon his first judgement of an individual. Individuals who like to take power can easily get Varan's attention, as he is unlikely to take charge of most situations, bar when he's behind the controls of travel. As a side note, the collecting aspect of life, linking to scavenging, can be quite the entertaining event for Varan, seeing as he loves having unique items to gaze at.
If there is one thing, however, that Varan can even say for himself that he is confident and focused on, it has to be piloting. The man loves the art of travelling and that feature of himself has given him the chance to survive longer than he is supposed to. There have been only a few times where his skills were needed, but evidently they paid off quite well, seeing as he is still in one piece...well, sort of.
Fears & FlawsThe Descent - Falling or being involved in any mode of transport that is plummeting downwards has always made him panic. There are times where someone experiences something, that can trigger emotions at specific events...this is his. Seeing the ground thrust towards his own eyes can be a rather frightening sight, one that can be avoided at certain points in time.
Mr Unsociable - The ideas that Varan can come up with are absolutely life-changing, and with planning they can be some of the most brilliant plans for the situation. However, there's always the thought of disagreement. Varan hates messing up, and when it comes to sharing ideas for dangerous plans, Varan usually keeps his ideas safe and secure with himself. He rarely likes getting others into a deathly situation.
Pi'Lu Turang - A vast flaw is the seat to his right. The Co-pilot seat. The much needed crew member that is supposed to be by his side thick-and-thin. Problem is, Varan rarely lets anyone even take a seat in the chair. His old Co-pilot,
Pi'Lu Turang, was a good friend of his and had a large influence on what kind of a person he was. After the incident that occurred during the
Naboo Shipment Run, the broken corpse had always had the slight haunting within his mind. That doesn't mean that eventually someone will replace her...
TalentsPilot and a Half - On his home planet of Utaphau, some described the nervous man to be more than just a pilot. It was as if he were both a single pilot, as well as half of a co-pilot. Literally, there are few shipment types he finds hard to identify, and there are many cockpits the man is familiar with. His out-of-atmosphere movement is almost perfect, whereas his in-atmosphere movement can be rather clunky.
Control - Ever since the incident, Varan became a left-handed shooter. It took some getting used to, of course, but eventually it became a useful aspect to his survival. If he has ever had to engage in a
Stand-off situation, the arm of bionics proves to be far quicker and more accurate in terms of handling recoil, aiming and pulling the trigger.
Knowledge - Through scavenging, you learn a lot. Old Republic wreckages located in the vast chasms of the galaxy, burnt-out Rebel fortifications, old homes to personnel on both fighting fronts...These all give quite some information for the past and present. It even gives him certain things to sell, making a profitable funding for both his survival and ship.
History
BackstoryUtaphau was always a good home for Varan. He had few friends, though good as they were. His family were wealthy enough to survive the harshness of Empire's reign over the galaxy, and made most of this wealth from his Mother's and Father's Workplace. Varan had a lot of time on his hands, obviously. With his Mother and Father, Ki'lo and Nurma, both
out all the time, gave Varan the opportunity to be free and find something he enjoyed. He was about 14 when he had gotten into his first shuttle, eventually using the wealth of his superiors to fund flight training for both
in-and-out-of-atmosphere aviation. Utaphau's sink-hole peaks were lined with trading stations and the all time famous
'Hyru's Intergalactic Pilot Academy'. Obviously ran by one of the greatest pilots around, a mandalorian named
Hyru Ni'Loota Decompra, it was well funded and provided some of the best training for future pilots. It was Varan's introduction to this facility that led him to meeting Pi'Lu Turang, a Twi'lek wanting to sit in the Co-Pilot seat of some of the best pilots around. Varan personally befriended her, moving himself into the
Individual Craft Course. He had no set future for what he wanted to do with the ability to travel, except maybe explore. That was what made him rather easy to train and excel at. Many of the other students relied only on specification and would only do what they thought would increase their chances for certain roles in the Galaxy. Varan, on the other hand, was capable of letting in all the subjects and tasks he was given, as well as completing them with almost full-flying colours. As time progressed, the bond between Pi'Lu and himself became stronger as both of them began to put each other's full trust into one another's actions, eventually being paired up as a Pilot and Co-pilot crew. The Empire had funded and provided this academy, which had made his parents quite sceptic about continuing the final months of their son's training. It was at that time when upon completion, he received his first vessel. Based upon his results, a simple two seater civilian
Corellian Star Ship, with a centre cockpit. At first, the two never really left the orbit of Utaphau, with some cautious hearings of the ever-lasting battle between the Empire and the Rebel Alliance.
During the period where Varan was 15 years of age, he received a talk. His Mother and Father sat him down as they discussed what he cannot do with his life in the future, when it came to starship roles. The main concern was that he cannot, and they were seriously bound to get the message across, become an Imperial Pilot. Even though he hadn't of thought of becoming one, he continued to ask them why it concerned them so much, especially when they see little of each other then. This lead to the confession and discovery of where his Parents received their money and well-being...The Rebel Alliance. Now it came to a shock, of course, but they were keen on giving him something before they were due to leave for a two week period. It was a Utility belt. One that stretched across the chest from shoulder to hip. Durable, comfortable and capable of holding many needed things, it seemed like the perfect gift. A sort of late Birthday present, as such. As they left, he began to wear it more often as part of his standard attire. The two parents were off to Yavin 4 for their
Important Call-In. As as history will explain, some things were just never going to go well. The siege and pillage of Yavin 4, the destruction of the Rebel Alliance, left a boy mentally crippled and distraught at the news of his Mother's death. His father's whereabouts were uncertain, as certain Squadrons of Y-Wing Bombers, as he learnt of his Father's gunner position within the Rebel alliance and his mother's ground unit-positioning, fled from the scene. Their tracking communications with their FOB on Yavin 4 were turned off to allow them to escape moderately unnoticed, and their fate was left lost in the crumbling ruins of the Alliance. For another 2 Years, Varan waited. He waited for the confidence. He would scavenge his parent's old and abandoned room, seeing as he was accepted as an age that could take care of himself, making a small living from delivering items to local imperial flagships and adjacent systems. Eventually, he came across a inherited stash underneath the flooring of his room. It was labelled:
'For when we fall in battle...'. Inside was enough Credits to fulfil the dreams of Varan, eventually bringing the Box with himself and purchasing his Current Vessel, a Corellian Transport and Escort Freighter known as the
Valiant Retribution. This was a fast-manoeuvrable ship, capable of defending whilst outrunning others of its kind if it contained the correct pilot. Once he purchased the ship, at the age of 18, he set out to convince Pi'Lu to come with him, as he felt his purpose on Utaphau was something of the past. After days of begging, she finally agreed, due to the sympathy of his life and turnout in events. Her as his Co-Pilot, the two set out to leave Utaphau's Sink-Hole cities for good...to stay together as friends for the life ahead.
For 4 Years, they travelled. It was around their first year within the system travelling that they made a name for themselves, taking part in small-scale races and slowly climbing the ranks of fame amongst the non-governmental authorities. This caught the attention of a Scavenging Cartel, smaller in scale compared to the Hutt, known as
Ou'Loia. They mentioned them wanting a crew to simply commit to their needs, without the violent pressure of the Hutt Cartel. It was a promising offer, and Varan accepted. Over time, they were acquainted with more of the Cartel, becoming their lead Freighter for fast-paced transport. Their missions were relatively safe, and the pay was greatly appreciated. Over-time, Varan and Pi'Lu modified their ship, giving it frontal defences so the Pilot could also participate in any raids from gangs. They purchased weaponry for handheld encounters, and even modified their outfitting based on what they could scavenge. The ship became faster, stronger and more capable of withstanding fatal attacks from the gangs that occasionally invaded. That was when they received a job from their authorities. Their ship was apparently
'Capable of fulfilling a job we've been at for years'. There was a small abandoned settlement on the Planet of Naboo, where foretold files from the
Old Rebel Alliance were still in shape. They had been trying to get these for a good few years, knowing that they would sell for an immense price, and knew it had remained incognito for quite some time. However, recently the Imperials had started destroying more files, making them rarer and more priceless. The attention to the Naboo files were drawn by more gangs and cartels. The two were to be sent and to try and retrieve the files for selling before the other Cartels knew where they exactly were. Seemed simple, yet risky. Varan was a bit sceptic at first, but Pi'Lu's wisdom convinced him to accept it. They were handed more crew members for that specific job, knowing it could end badly if the two were to just go alone, barely armed for when they exited their ship.
During the job, they didn't even get remotely far into the Planet's atmosphere when something went wrong. Everything seemed normal, the two on the controls flying as it nothing was going wrong. When the top and bottom gunners began to call for shots, other Cartels began to move in. It was a race, indeed, but they had no idea how long the race was going to last for themselves. Within seconds, an overwhelming pulse jammed their controls, sending them in a hurtling manner. For minutes, Varan would watch the ground get closer and closer as they entered the atmosphere, going faster and faster. The sirens would roar, the crew in the back would panic. There was the slightest bit of power left in the shuttle, allowing them to somewhat make a controllable glide. The glide wasn't good enough, however, and the speed kept going. They braced the little power they had left, cruising at a 5° angle, into the shielding, hoping their ship would explode or tear apart on impact. A field, not so far from the City, slammed into the front underside. Pain and blurred visions were the only thing Varan experienced. It was extremely difficult to even identify what was going on. The final slam made him see black, as if he were just executed...Hours must've passed before he awoke. The thing that awoke him was the flash of light, a Recovery Droid team obviously being sent from the Imperial command over Naboo. As they began to attempt removing him from his chair, he turned to see the horrors. A shard of shrapnel, possibly torn up from the ship's impact, was presented as a knife, going straight through Pi'Lu. Her blood must've stopped dripping, as there were just dry patches of liquid on her chair, body and cockpit interior. As the jammed belt was loosened, great pain interrupted him from his grief over his companion, as he looked leftwards, only there to see a Phantom Pain. His Left arm...it was on the floor...it was pale and lifeless, detached from his own shoulder. Only a little stub remained on his left shoulder, putting something to wiggle as he struggled in panic. The shock he was presented with was left behind, as he was dragged away from the ship...
It was a good few months that he stayed in a Naboo Hospital. The Naboo staff had the technology, which apparently took a good few attempts to convince the Imperials to fund, to build an arm of pure bionics, unfortunately not bringing back the sense of touch but movement instead. Everything felt weird. He could move it, it was fully functional, but it still couldn't feel anything except the emptiness of his real flesh and bone
[The arm would've been based around the same style and type as the one Luke Skywalker would've had, if the Rebellion weren't crushed]. During the next month that he remained getting used to himself, he attended a funeral for the crew, who still weren't identified as Cartel members, as well as his long-lost friend. The ship, overtime, was repaired in a nearby ship-recovery dock on the outskirts of the city. He learnt overtime that the reason he hadn't bled out from his arm's separation was because of the droids themselves having to remove it just before he awoke, allowing them to actually free him from the shrapnel he was trapped beneath. Soon enough, as soon as he imagined he was flight ready, a message from the Cartel came, asking him to come back after the sorrowful disaster. Obviously, he denied it...and was soon to become a scavenger, lonesome and quiet. He would occasionally hire a gunner or two to support him when travelling into certain lands, however he never really had a proper crew. This went on for three more years.
Recently, he was arrested for stealing and gaining the possession of Old Republican files and holotapes, giving him a small-petty theft charge that led him to being taken to Tatooine, along with those he would likely come across for the future ahead...
