Luke Teth
Character Summary
Name: Luke Teth
Aliases: Captain, A Scruffy-looking Nerf-herder
Age: 29
Species: Human
Homeworld: Alderaan
Allegiance: New Republic
Starting Location: The Raven
Gender: Male
Languages: Galactic Basic, Droidspeak, Shyriiwook
Occupation: Captain of The Raven
Appearance
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 180lbs
Build: Athletic, Muscular
Eyes: Green
Hair: Light Brown
Skin Tone: Pale White
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Scarred Left Cheek
Personal Style: Luke likes to look nice, and individual - he hates uniformity, and outside of his flight suit will never really be seen in any Republic uniform. What he does wear generally revolves around practicality and blending in, his outfit is decent, but it's not so expensive or extravagant that he doesn't blend in with a hundred other spacers. He's generally seen in a collared shirt, dark jacket, military pants and spacer's boots.
Luke keeps his hair cut shorter than average, out of his eyes and off his ears, when he's wearing a helmet, he completely hides his hair. He doesn't make much other effort to groom himself, he's fighting a war after all, not parading in a beauty pageant.
Psychology
Idealistic * Opportunistic * Sarcastic * Inexorable * Regretful * Loyal
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Luke is a man who has grown up seeing the world more how he would like it to be than how it truly is. However, he is not completely blind to the reality of things, he knows how to read a situation, and how best to use a person or a scenario at a given time. When an opportunity arises, Luke knows how best to utilize it. An incredibly sarcastic person, it would be hard to establish whether Luke is witty, or just plain annoying, as he has a tendency not to know when to stop with his sarcastic comments.
Just as he doesn't know when to stop with his sense of humour, Luke has no sense of when to quit. When he puts his mind toward a goal, it is nearly impossible to shift him away from that, even when things are going poorly, he will harbour a near never-ending devotion to a cause he's committed himself to. While this can be a good thing, it can lead Luke to stay in a dangerous situation far longer than necessary, perhaps creating more risk, but it does mean that he is incredibly loyal to those who have earned such loyalty. Luke houses a great deal of regret over past decisions, and he hopes to make those decisions right in the years to come.
Habits:
- Scratching behind his ear
- Licking his lips
Hobbies:
- Pazaak
- Sabacc
Fears:
- Superweapons
- The Force
- Mynocks
Likes:
- Gambling
- Exotic Food
- Wookiees
- Fighting
- Cats
- Credits
Dislikes:
- Dogs
- Hutts
- Bounty Hunters
- Hot Weather
- Port Security
- Being without work
Cards On The Table
General Skills:
- Charm
- Astrogation
- Leadership
- Perception
- Pilot (Space)
- Streetwise
- Athletics
Combat Skills:
- Brawl
- Blaster Pistols
- Blaster Rifles
- Stamina
- Blades
- Space Combat
What Is On Your Person:
- Clothing - White Buttoned Shirt, Navy Blue Jacket, Brown trousers, Black Boots
- Wallet - fake IdentCard, credits
- Holocommunicator
- DL-44 Heavy Blaster Pistol
- Datapad
- Fake Credit Chit
- Quickdraw Holster
- Vibro-Sword
- Hydrospanner
- Stolen, Defunct Holocron
Quarters:
- Astrogation Charts
- Stolen E-11 Blaster Rifle
- A280c Blaster Rifle
- Photos of Alderaan
- Spare Blaster ammunition
- R2 Astromech Droid
- Numerous tools
- Scattered Droid Parts
- Collection of Holovids
- Pazaak/Sabacc decks
- Stash of credits
History
The Reason You Chose The Side You Did: Luke grew heavily disenfranchised with the Empire following the destruction of his homeworld. Having been stationed aboard the Death Star and privy to the obliteration of Alderaan, Luke bore witness first-hand to the true nature of the Empire, and chose to have no part in it. Deserting from the Empire, Luke wasted no time making efforts to take up a particularly active role fighting the Empire he'd grown to despise - joining up with the Rebellion.
History: Born to a lesser house of nobles in the Juran Mountains region in Alderaan's Northern Hemisphere, Luke was privy to a decent and fairly luxurious early life. While his father was an average noble, more focused on the running of Alderaan's society than the grander scheme, his mother was heavily involved in the Republic senate, especially during the Clone Wars, and she spent a great deal of time off-world as a result.
When the Republic fell and the Empire rose, not a great deal changed for Luke, Alderaan was an important and relatively peaceful world even under the reign of the Empire, and so he had little to worry about. As he grew up in the comfort of his noble schooling and home, Luke began to entertain his more adventurous side, riding off on his father's speeder into the thin passes and canyons of the mountain, teaching himself to become quite the pilot. Luke was oblivious throughout his childhood of his mother's secret involvement with the fledgling rebellion.
When he turned eighteen, Luke allowed his desire to see more of the galaxy take hold, and he signed up for the Imperial Academy. He rapidly rose to the top of his class as a pilot, and before too long was shipped off to the Academy on Coruscant for more elite training. For the next two years of his life, Luke's training was extensive, and he continued to perform admirably during so, becoming a rather skilled TIE pilot. When he graduated from the Academy, Luke was assigned to the Death Star as a pilot, and he was aboard the station when Alderaan, his homeworld, was destroyed, while he was on a holo-call with his parents.
Witnessing first-hand the barbaric nature of the Empire, Luke almost completely shut down, falling into a deep depression for some time, partially blaming himself for his connection with the Empire. It was hardly any time at all after the planet's destruction that Luke was contacted by a rebellion contact of his mother's. Defecting to the Rebel alliance, Luke arrived on Yavin just in time to take part in the crucial Battle of Yavin, helping to destroy the very station which had destroyed his home.
Luke spent some time assigned to Blue Squadron in the Rebel Alliance, flying numerous missions and attacks on the Empire before he was taken out and reassigned roughly a year before the battle of Hoth. Given the Raven by Wedge Antilles, Luke hand-picked his crew, and set out to smuggle supplies and carry out other specific missions for the Rebellion, and later, the New Republic. Luke and the Raven were one of the first picked for Mon Mothma's diplomatic missions after the Battle of Endor.
Extras
Character Quote: "Hokey Religions and Ancient Weapons are nothing compared to a good blaster at your side."
Theme Song: Panic! At the Disco - The Emperor's New Clothes
Imperial Record: Treason, Deserting, Murder, Smuggling, Terrorism
Anything Else:
Lucas Walsh
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Risa Couri
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Risa Couri
Location: Braun Mansion, New York State
Interacting With: Each Other, A Waiter
Interacting With: Each Other, A Waiter
Lucas had only been to the United States a few times, once as a tourist during his years at University, only spending his time in Los Angeles, and once more for work, infiltrating the Irish mob in Boston. Both times he'd only spent his stay within the city, so this was his first time experiencing the countryside - and he had to admit, it had a great beauty to it, but perhaps that had to do with the stunning, decadent and massive mansion he and Risa had just arrived at.
Risa leaned back in her seat, her arm laced through Lucas's as she looked out the window. She had spent much more time in New York than he had, having to attend multiple events over the years with the U.N. She preferred D.C. but she had to admit the scenery was beautiful. Looking at the mansion as they arrived she sat up and adjusted her dress some, she hated the thing and could not wait to change; having several sets of clothing stashed in various places so she could get out of the dress as quickly as possible.
"Y'think they'll let me keep the car?" Lucas asked idly, running his hands over the steering wheel one last time before he opened the door to step out.
"Only if we dent it, then maybe," she chuckled as she looked over towards him. Argus had generously provided them with a BMW i8 for the drive out to Braun's mansion, one with a few agent-worthy modifications of course, and gorgeous enough to allow Lucas and Risa to fit into the shoes they were supposed to be filling, a couple of millionaire party-goers. Closing the door behind him, he moved over to her side of the car, gently opening the door as he held a hand out toward her, a half-smile gracing his face as he watched her, waiting to help her out of the car. Rise smiled gently towards him as she rested her hand in his and stepped out of the car, her dress cascading down her body as her thick braid rested on her shoulder.
"Don't know why you kick up such a fuss about the dress, I think you look stunning." Lucas commented idly with a smirk, closing the door behind her once she was out and locking it as he moved toward the entrance, following a few other couples in.
"I still say you should be wearing this, would provide for a greater diversion," she whispered against his ear.
It wasn't hard to pick out the killers, thieves and drug lords from the other guests, they all had the same knowing looks, and each seemed far less pleased to be there than the millionaires and movie stars. The latter was a mold which Lucas fit in to surprisingly well, considering his past, a smile on his face as a waiter approached the pair, asking for any specific drinks the two desired.
"I'll have a glass of the best whisky on offer, on the rocks." Lucas established simply, he wasn't usually one for fancy drinks, and wasn't going to conform to the stereotype by getting something as silly as a Vodka Martini, shaken not stirred. Shifting his gaze over to Risa momentarily, he allowed her to make her order while he shifted his gaze over the gala, it didn't take long for him to spot Mr. Braun, the man was greeting a few of the individuals who'd come in just before them, no doubt he'd approach the two in a similar manner.
"Yes, Cognac: Martin, Louis Xiii," she said with a curt nod before turning her attention back towards the Gala, her eyes falling on Braun.
Hearing as the waiter gave a 'very good' to their orders and moved off, Lucas smiled as he held out his arm to Risa, letting her take it before he moved down the stairs to the main event, the sound of chatter only barely overpowering the sound of the band toward the back of the room.
"You went to these kind of things often? I could get used to parties like these." Lucas commented as he glanced around, forgetting for a moment or two that he was there to work, not play. He'd spotted the security, larger men in the same black suits, no visible weapons but on a few, Lucas could spot the telltale lump of a concealed weapon, from the shape, he figured an MP7, or something similar, he doubted he'd end up in a gunfight that night, but the heavy armament was something to note, nonetheless.
"Yes, all too often for my tastes," she said with a smirk as she stood there with her arm laced through his. "And trust me my dear, you'll be hating it quickly I imagine, especially once you have to mingle," she snickered. She knew how much Lucas hated the uppity types and this place was spilling over with them.
Lucas went to make on of his usual vomiting noises, but forced himself not to at the risk of drawing some unwanted attention from the other party-goers. A momentary smirk gracing his face, he decided to repay the sort of teasing she had been giving him, leaning over to hover his lips by her ear.
"I'm sure it won't be all bad - some good looking women, after all." Lucas smirked, shifting his gaze over to the Waiter as he returned, taking his drink with his free hand and taking a long drink, a slight and momentary sneer on his face as he felt the sharp sting of the high-class, top shelf whiskey running down his throat.
"Yes there are, and some very handsome men. I wonder if there is a couple that would like to play tonight," Risa said without missing a beat as she took her glass off the waiters tray and swirled it slowly as it warmed against the palm of her hand. "I am sure there are some who wouldn't mind me not wearing this getup," she said as she glanced over towards Lucas, teasing him before she took a slow sip. As much as she taunted the man, it was always in jest towards him. Neither of them seemed to take the others threats seriously. Neither was the jealous type and Risa was more than secure; self confidence was something neither of them lacked.
Braun was still eagerly chatting with a few of the other guests, not that Lucas was displeased, he had no real desire to speak to the man at all if he could avoid it, or any other guest for that matter. Just as Risa had said, his enjoyment would rapidly dissipate once he was chatting to the other snobs who were present.
"Y'know, everyone here looks like a near carbon-copy of Oliver," Lucas groaned quietly, forcing himself to hide the sneer which threatened to reveal itself. "Hell, even I look like the bastard." He continued in a hushed tone, glancing down to his own attire. He'd been provided with a rather fanciful velvet smoking jacket, which while visually appealing, was still a bit high-end for Lucas' taste, the black bow tie around his neck was tight enough to be giving his neck a light squeeze, but just loose enough to be comfortable. Either way, he figured he had the better end of the deal not being in her dress.
"Hardly," she whispered as she leaned against him, taking another sip. "I'll go deal with our host, you just wait for my signal," she said before brushing her lips against his cheek and sauntering off. Her hips swaying as she made her way over towards their host with a graceful smile playing on her lips.
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Luke Teth
{"Wonderful girl. Either I'm going to kill her or I'm beginning to like her."}
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⚜/♥ Luke Teth ♥/⚜
"Scoundrel, huh? I like the sound of that."
There are few people who take 'love yourself' as literally as Luke. While he is aware of his faults, he's also more than aware of his better qualities, and he makes sure everyone knows them. He has come across as cocky in the past, but he doesn't care.
⚜/♫ Sutton Corandel ♫/⚜
"A better partner than a Wookiee!"
Sutton and Luke have been at eachother's side a long time. After his time in Rogue Squadron, when he was serving as a smuggler, Sutton helped save Luke's ass from Imperials during a bar fight, and Luke recruited her to the Rebellion. The two have been working aboard the Raven longer than any other members of the crew, and they are an incredibly close pair. The best of friends, and excellent partners.
§/☯ Matthew McConnell ☯/§
"Slick with a blaster."
Matthew is more or less to Luke what Lando Calrissian is to Han Solo. The two would consider each other friends, but there is an underlying rivalry between them both. They have arguments from time to time over how best to approach a situation, and there have been times Luke has needed to put Matthew in his place, but overall he has no issue with the man.
⚜/☮/§ Kayala Stalack §/☮/⚜
"The girl needs to open up a bit."
Kayala and Luke consider each other friends, and the two work well together, however they are not without issue when it comes to one another. Kayala has little approval for Luke's Scoundrel nature, and Luke believes that Kayala needs to open up more. He appreciates the kind of person she is, but believes she should allow more people to see her true nature.
☯/☮ Corrina Sorovia ☮/☯
"There's just something about a Senator from Naboo..."
Corrina and Luke have a relatively friendly relationship. Luke has had a reasonable amount of experience with the Senator, transporting her around for missions long before the New Republic was properly formed, and she is a welcome addition to his crew now on their new mission. They've had spats from time to time, and Corrina isn't completely thrilled over his Imperial past, but the two bond over their similar childhood.
☮ HK-86 ☮
"Best thing I ever fixed."
Luke takes a great pride in HK, considering him an incredibly useful addition to the crew. While there is at times cause to be concerned as a result of HK's murderous attitude, he knows that the droid is loyal to him, and has no doubts of such loyalty.
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⚤ Jaina Sarbye ⚤
"I think i've had my fair share of crazy."
Jaina and Luke have an interesting history. The two met while Luke was at the Imperial Academy on Coruscant, and before too long they were together. They were relatively happy until her sanity started to rapidly deteriorate. Shortly after he graduated, Luke figured he'd had enough when he walked in to the woman chopping up his furniture with a vibro-sword in order to kill a fly. Terrified of her, he broke up with her via a holo-call, awkward.
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