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Name: Siven "Sivvy" Jeyer
Title: The noisiest guy in the room
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 184 lbs
Age: 26
Race/Species: Human
Tier/Influence: 1 (Low)
Sivvy is able to annoy the living hell out of anyone and everything. It may not happen immediately, but it will happen. The funny part is his luck is extraordinary or he would most certainly be a grease spot on some floor by now with the amount of enemies he has. He is an undiscovered musical prodigy who marches to the beat of his own instrument(s) (so to speak) as well as a part-time slidehander, full-time druggie, and pilot. In fact, he's been known to do three out of those four things at once - minus the thievery, but with him you never can be sure.
Appearance:
Personality:
Siv is a very carefree individual. He likes to live fast and dream faster. Unfortunately, his social skills haven't seem to have gotten the memo quite yet. He doesn't just think, but believes that he is all that and a bag of chips when it comes to charisma and improvisation.
Is Sivvy really? Not a chance in hell! To the average Joe, he comes across as being loud, ignorant, and blissfully unaware of the effect he's having on the people around him. Whether he means to or not, Sivvy will be disrespectful and will offend people. It is only a matter of time.
Tick tick tick.....oh that's right! Sivvy also has plenty of nervous ticks from being more wound up than a plastic animal toy. His left eyebrow waggles CONSTANTLY much to the annoyance of women who have the misfortune of being the target of Sivvy's overly gallant and corny advances. He also has an extremely common propensity for tapping his fingers to beats only he can hear as well as sometimes whistling those tunes aloud. To make matters worse, if there's no one else in the immediate vicinity to talk to, he will talk to himself aloud a LOT. He could feasibly be described by some as "bat poo insane".
Abilities, Talents, Traits, Powers:
Items:
History: Sivvy was born a bastard. His mother, Elicia, was a dark-skinned woman from a human colony who had been raped by a passing black market peddler, Honzi, who went on about his illegitimate business and never returned. In fact, nor was he reported given that Elicia could not read let alone write. Due to living in poverty, Elicia grew very sickly ill while pregnant with little Sivvy. When she finally gave birth, her last act was to give the child up for adoption. The Galactic Association of Youth-Parent Finding-a-Place organization at the low rate hospital she gave birth and died at found this newling baby boy a home with a middle-aged man named Sawl and his elderly grandfather, Jun - both men being lighter skinned.
As you can no doubt ascertain from this point forward, Sivvy did not have what society would call a normal upbringing. Unlike his birth mother, he learned to read and write from public education on a planet on the outer edge of the main human territory. Despite showing a willingness to learn, the amount of information that Siv actually retained was quite low. The first eleven years of his life were by all accounts fairly uneventful save for him learning that he is severely allergic to bees and a shaggy, woolly, tusked livestock creature known as a gohop.
At sixteen, his "grandfather" figure died at the ripe old age of 110. But not before passing on the single greatest bit of advice that would forever stick with the bubbly budding young bloke: "Don't be afraid to always speak up, my boy." With those words, he passed away immediately after; thus leaving Sivvy to stare death square in the face for the first time. Some part of Sivvy's brain formed a small break that day. A break that would widen greatly as he aged and came to know more of the world's atrocities.
His innocence truly faded and his mind truly went by the wayside on his twentieth birthday when he witnessed a violent stabbing one evening outside his living quarters of the time. Siv ran away silently, uncharacteristically noiseless, and stole a rusty, abandoned, small fast ship from the nearby colony spaceport to flee the planet with. He flew and flew until the ship ran out of fuel, leaving him stranded between systems in the black of space.
There Sivvy sat numbly replaying the scene over and over in his head for a day or slightly more with neither food nor water. As his extreme luck would have it, just as he was on the brink of starvation and in the middle of a dehydration-induced delirium, a freighter fleeing pirates entered the darkspace area where he was fleeing pirates. Amid their active sensor sweeps to see if they were still being pursued, they hauled in poor Sivvy and nursed him back to health as they made the rest of their trip unmolested to their destination. For five years, Sivvy had been convinced to join the hauler's crew as part of a moderate labor force. He was paid fairly, though he did not care what he did or what he got in return. On the eve of what would have been five years since that fateful day, the very same pirates who had harassed that freighter before bore down on the poor working-class ship once more and utterly destroyed it and several other ships as part of a trade convoy. Sivvy was ejected into space without a pod and had to float suspended in vacuum in nothing but his flightsuit and helmet for two hours before the pirates found and decided to bring him aboard.
Once medical treatment had been administered, they - the pirates - found that Sivvy had suffered some serious brain damage and had gone just a bit loopy. Fortunately, the main side effect of his stay in vacuum - an extremely raspy voice - was temporary, though the pirates did not know that so they produced a megaphone (yes, the very same one he would keep for the rest of his days) for him to use. Once his brain had barely recovered enough for him to remember why he was here and what this bunch had done to his former crew, Sivvy snapped even further and murdered all seven of the pirate crew in their sleep, though two he had to murder in the cockpit unawares since they were awake and flying the vessel. Once he had thoroughly bashed in all seven skulls of varying species with aforementioned megaphone, Sivvy's frail brain had had enough and went into a complete fugue state. Thus, the happy-go-lucky wannabe cantina bard that is today's Sivvy was truly born and he uses the pirates' old Arachnid-class blastboat as transportation from cantina to cantina. Nobody bothers him in space once they see the "heat" his ship is packing. That is, of course, unless the opposing ships are bigger and meaner and/or in greater numbers. While in his current fugue state, Sivvy is borderline pacifistic.
As for his drug addiction, he found his first stash of Vindix aboard the pirates' ship that he forcefully hijacked. In his year of travels up to the present day, he has since depleted all of his Vindix supply save for three lone tablets. The tablets tend to be purchasable from black market dealers in small bottles of ten to fifteen tablets per tiny container for moderately high prices. Despite being in his happy-go-lucky fugue state, Sivvy has become increasingly desperate for money in recent weeks. A choice is fast approaching for him: sell his ship or find work. Becoming gainfully employed can be most difficult for a drug addict, not to mention someone with a personality as unintentionally grating as poor Sivvy's. Will he find like-minded, nonjudgmental individuals willing to cut him a share of their profits or will he dig himself a pit so deep that he cannot possibly crawl out and recover? Only time will tell!
Sidenote: When accepted, he'll currently be in a tavern or cantina somewhere.
Character Sheet for Siven Jeyer
Title: The noisiest guy in the room
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 184 lbs
Age: 26
Race/Species: Human
Tier/Influence: 1 (Low)
Sivvy is able to annoy the living hell out of anyone and everything. It may not happen immediately, but it will happen. The funny part is his luck is extraordinary or he would most certainly be a grease spot on some floor by now with the amount of enemies he has. He is an undiscovered musical prodigy who marches to the beat of his own instrument(s) (so to speak) as well as a part-time slidehander, full-time druggie, and pilot. In fact, he's been known to do three out of those four things at once - minus the thievery, but with him you never can be sure.
Appearance:
Personality:
Siv is a very carefree individual. He likes to live fast and dream faster. Unfortunately, his social skills haven't seem to have gotten the memo quite yet. He doesn't just think, but believes that he is all that and a bag of chips when it comes to charisma and improvisation.
Is Sivvy really? Not a chance in hell! To the average Joe, he comes across as being loud, ignorant, and blissfully unaware of the effect he's having on the people around him. Whether he means to or not, Sivvy will be disrespectful and will offend people. It is only a matter of time.
Tick tick tick.....oh that's right! Sivvy also has plenty of nervous ticks from being more wound up than a plastic animal toy. His left eyebrow waggles CONSTANTLY much to the annoyance of women who have the misfortune of being the target of Sivvy's overly gallant and corny advances. He also has an extremely common propensity for tapping his fingers to beats only he can hear as well as sometimes whistling those tunes aloud. To make matters worse, if there's no one else in the immediate vicinity to talk to, he will talk to himself aloud a LOT. He could feasibly be described by some as "bat poo insane".
Abilities, Talents, Traits, Powers:
- ( 1 ) Aloofness -- Whether it be in his fugue state or before, one trait that Sivvy has consistently exhibited has been his aloofness. He has always been clueless as to what people truly think of him and his actions.
In his current state, he lives by the very mistaken assumption that he is ALWAYS the righteous good guy when he has no qualms with palming things like food and small odds-and-ends for his own immediate needs. - ( 2 ) Thievery -- Whether he likes it or not, he makes for a semi-talented pickpocket and thief. If it's laying out in the open or sticking out of somebody's pocket, he has enough of a goofball, idiot streak that people think he's too insane and loud to ever possibly be a thief. Peoples' preconceived notions of thieves being silent and skillful are put to rest by this boisterous wannabe bard.
- ( 3 ) Musical Talent -- Say what you want about Sivvy's other underperforming areas, but if he has one redeeming quality it is that he is a natural prodigy when it comes to musical string instruments. If the instrument is in an orchestra, he cannot resist snatching it up (or even plucking it out of someone else's hands) and producing the sweetest of sounds. An odd talent for him is that even when he is high on Vindix, he plays even more smoothly. Perhaps this is due to the drug's illusory time slowing nature that could be making him focus more on the string chords he weaves together seemingly at random, following tunes that spring out of his own head.
Items:
- ( 2 ) Megaphone -- Sivvy's megaphone is almost ever-present alongside him or in his hand (usually his right hand). It is made of a sturdy enough metal to be used as a bludgeoning weapon in a pinch. Siv usually tries to shout or convince or coerce people away before a situation comes to blows though. Even then, he might very well run rather than fight.
- ( 2 ) Vindix tablets (3) - He is grossly addicted to a universally popular and illegal stimulant known as Vindix. The primary symptom of its high are characterized by giving the user the illusion that time has slowed to a crawl. A couple of the reasons why it is so universally popular is because it has quite a low overdose rate in the early stages of use and, once addicted, the user doesn't start feeling any adverse effects when they come down until a full thirty-six to forty-eight hours later when the craving for another fix starts creeping up on them.
- ( 1 ) Brightly colored clothes and sneakers - As explained above in Appearance, he loves to wear any he can get his hot little hands on.
- ( 1 ) Cheap plastic night vision goggles that he appropriated from one of the dead pirates' bunks. They have a tiny switch on the side that toggles the night vision.
((I was going to write more items here, but I got distracted and can't remember them right now. -,-))
History: Sivvy was born a bastard. His mother, Elicia, was a dark-skinned woman from a human colony who had been raped by a passing black market peddler, Honzi, who went on about his illegitimate business and never returned. In fact, nor was he reported given that Elicia could not read let alone write. Due to living in poverty, Elicia grew very sickly ill while pregnant with little Sivvy. When she finally gave birth, her last act was to give the child up for adoption. The Galactic Association of Youth-Parent Finding-a-Place organization at the low rate hospital she gave birth and died at found this newling baby boy a home with a middle-aged man named Sawl and his elderly grandfather, Jun - both men being lighter skinned.
As you can no doubt ascertain from this point forward, Sivvy did not have what society would call a normal upbringing. Unlike his birth mother, he learned to read and write from public education on a planet on the outer edge of the main human territory. Despite showing a willingness to learn, the amount of information that Siv actually retained was quite low. The first eleven years of his life were by all accounts fairly uneventful save for him learning that he is severely allergic to bees and a shaggy, woolly, tusked livestock creature known as a gohop.
At sixteen, his "grandfather" figure died at the ripe old age of 110. But not before passing on the single greatest bit of advice that would forever stick with the bubbly budding young bloke: "Don't be afraid to always speak up, my boy." With those words, he passed away immediately after; thus leaving Sivvy to stare death square in the face for the first time. Some part of Sivvy's brain formed a small break that day. A break that would widen greatly as he aged and came to know more of the world's atrocities.
His innocence truly faded and his mind truly went by the wayside on his twentieth birthday when he witnessed a violent stabbing one evening outside his living quarters of the time. Siv ran away silently, uncharacteristically noiseless, and stole a rusty, abandoned, small fast ship from the nearby colony spaceport to flee the planet with. He flew and flew until the ship ran out of fuel, leaving him stranded between systems in the black of space.
There Sivvy sat numbly replaying the scene over and over in his head for a day or slightly more with neither food nor water. As his extreme luck would have it, just as he was on the brink of starvation and in the middle of a dehydration-induced delirium, a freighter fleeing pirates entered the darkspace area where he was fleeing pirates. Amid their active sensor sweeps to see if they were still being pursued, they hauled in poor Sivvy and nursed him back to health as they made the rest of their trip unmolested to their destination. For five years, Sivvy had been convinced to join the hauler's crew as part of a moderate labor force. He was paid fairly, though he did not care what he did or what he got in return. On the eve of what would have been five years since that fateful day, the very same pirates who had harassed that freighter before bore down on the poor working-class ship once more and utterly destroyed it and several other ships as part of a trade convoy. Sivvy was ejected into space without a pod and had to float suspended in vacuum in nothing but his flightsuit and helmet for two hours before the pirates found and decided to bring him aboard.
Once medical treatment had been administered, they - the pirates - found that Sivvy had suffered some serious brain damage and had gone just a bit loopy. Fortunately, the main side effect of his stay in vacuum - an extremely raspy voice - was temporary, though the pirates did not know that so they produced a megaphone (yes, the very same one he would keep for the rest of his days) for him to use. Once his brain had barely recovered enough for him to remember why he was here and what this bunch had done to his former crew, Sivvy snapped even further and murdered all seven of the pirate crew in their sleep, though two he had to murder in the cockpit unawares since they were awake and flying the vessel. Once he had thoroughly bashed in all seven skulls of varying species with aforementioned megaphone, Sivvy's frail brain had had enough and went into a complete fugue state. Thus, the happy-go-lucky wannabe cantina bard that is today's Sivvy was truly born and he uses the pirates' old Arachnid-class blastboat as transportation from cantina to cantina. Nobody bothers him in space once they see the "heat" his ship is packing. That is, of course, unless the opposing ships are bigger and meaner and/or in greater numbers. While in his current fugue state, Sivvy is borderline pacifistic.
As for his drug addiction, he found his first stash of Vindix aboard the pirates' ship that he forcefully hijacked. In his year of travels up to the present day, he has since depleted all of his Vindix supply save for three lone tablets. The tablets tend to be purchasable from black market dealers in small bottles of ten to fifteen tablets per tiny container for moderately high prices. Despite being in his happy-go-lucky fugue state, Sivvy has become increasingly desperate for money in recent weeks. A choice is fast approaching for him: sell his ship or find work. Becoming gainfully employed can be most difficult for a drug addict, not to mention someone with a personality as unintentionally grating as poor Sivvy's. Will he find like-minded, nonjudgmental individuals willing to cut him a share of their profits or will he dig himself a pit so deep that he cannot possibly crawl out and recover? Only time will tell!
Sidenote: When accepted, he'll currently be in a tavern or cantina somewhere.
