Caster

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@frapet I really appreciate it. For now, I don't want to give it up. Things like this are one of the few places I can get the hell away from life and not be stuck in mine for a while. But I will let you know, and if its a problem, ill find a way to write out my character.

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I finally posted. I'm so sorry for taking so long DX
I've been having to deal with some personal issues at home.... I should be more frequent, but I can't promise consistency as I'm working 12-14 hour shifts on the regular with practically no sleep in between.

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"Roger. Wilco on cozy time," Caster interrupted the comms transmissions. He rarely spoke, unless he had to. Though, when he did, it was usually some sarcastic remark. He engaged his weapons and made a sensor sweep, finding the few TIE fighters that were being referenced. He powered up his weapons as they reached full charge. He ran another sweep, finding the fighter that was en-route to the two, preparing to maneuver around the asteroid field they had been dropped into.

"Copy, Jax," Caster replied to the radio transmission. He adjusted his coarse to follow Alana's fighter. The overhaul and modifications to the Z-95 provided useful, as it was almost as maneuverable as an XWING, and just as fast, to boot. "Valana, I'm coming up on your port side wing, take lead, I'll hang back as your wing man. Suggest flanking maneuver. Follow him down, I'll come around that asteroid at two-o-clock-high." He readied his fighter to perform the maneuver he had suggested. "We'll meet in the middle and attack from both angles. Aim for his reactor, center of mass, rear. I'll go for the cockpit." Caster adjusted and flew over top of Valana's vessel, rolling over to her right, preparing to veer off to his own to come around the noted asteroid.

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I'll do my best.
I will also post ASAP. Just got a new job and they kinda threw me into 10-14 hour days.

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Caster lit his tabac cigarette and waited for the captain to address him. He took a drag and let it out slowly. "What's the problem with my fighter? I've made a few special modifications to her myself. SHe'll out manuever any imperial TIE fighter at the drop of a hat." He took another slow drag from his cigarette and inhaled, letting it out slowly. "I understand my orders, Cap." He sniffed once, as iff to clear his sinuses and let it out just as fast. "I'll just need twenty minutes to finish my overhaul. Guidance and Nav were a little out of date."

Caster didn't bother to join in with what he thought was a stupid chant. It had nothing to do with Mandalore. Or mandalorians. Or anything remotely... inspiring to him. Whatever. As long as he didn't fight it, he was sure he could get away without having to chant along. When the chant was over, he took the last puff of his cigarette and put it out on the instep of his boot and cracked his neck before walking back to his fighter to make final adjustments for his overhaul and to prep for takeoff.

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Within the bay of the Swift Fortune was a customized Z95 headhunter with the cockpit open. The base color of the fighter seemed to be a matte black with a dark red accent color on the wings. Upon closer inspection, on the port and starboard sides of the fighter, beneath the cockpit hatch was a red Twi'lek woman in a rather skimpy black leather outfit. An exotic dancer or an escort. no one was really sure. Except for the pilot. And he hasn't told anyone. The pilot of this craft was seated in the cockpit of the fighter, going through a diagnostics check. One of the engines had a slight misfire. Not a terribly huge problem, but left unchecked, you could find yourself floating in a cold vacuum. He was also doing routine maintenance on the ships internal computers, hiding under his forward console, peaking his head up every once in a while to take a look at the screen, only to discern what was a problem and what wasn't with his engine.

The captain's voice came over the intercom, calling everyone to the diner. "What does he want now? I'm in the middle of something..." Caster said to himself, slightly annoyed. He climbed out very carefully out of the cockpit and down the access ladder. He took the last puff of a hand rolled tabac cigarette that was sitting in a tray on the work bench. He'd been working so long that he forgot it was there and let it all but burn out. He put it out in the tray and walked towards the lounge, wiping his hands on his oil and grease smeared coveralls.

He opened the door to the lounge, noting that everyone - well, almost everyone - was there. He leaned against the bulkhead closest to the door and waited for the meeting to start. He removed form his pocket a small leather pouch that contained his tabac and a few rolling papers. Enough to tide him over until he got back to his quarters or his fighter. He removed a sheet of rolling papers and began to sprinkle a small amount of his tabac into the center and distributed it evenly. He took special care to pack the substance by rolling it back and forth inside the paper, between his fingers. When satisfied, he rolled the paper around itself and licked the end, forming a perfect cigarette. A ship mate or two that he had on a previous ship would've said that he was methodical about his tabac. Oh well. He looked up, hanging the newly formed cigarette from his lips and waited for the captain to start the briefing.

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I mean. Should we stop off at a planet or something, it would make sense.

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Apologies. Fixed it.

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Caster Wren

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Name: Caster Wren

Age: 32

Species: Human (half Mandalorian)

Gender: Male

Force Sensitive: Yes, but he has no idea.

Appearance: Caster stands around six-foot tall. He usually has a fairly clean shaven face’ but has been known to let it go very once in awhile. His face is fairly angled. Rectangular jaw, high cheek bones. a very slight gauntness to his cheeks. He has short brown hair and hazel eyes. He is fairly muscular however lean at the same time. His left arm is prosthetic. While no attempts were made to make it look human, it is anatomically correct, though it as the appearance of being somewhat clunky and utilitarian. The prosthetic operates just as smooth and naturally as his original home grow limb.

He usually wears bits and pieces of his old uniform. Usually maroon pants with a navy blue blood stripe and an imperial bomber jacket with the patches ripped off and custom ones replacing them. He also wears a long sleeve collared shirt. He also hangs a piece of Mandalorian fabric from his belt on the left side towards the back, something akin to wearing a bit of tartan.

Personality: While generally sarcastic, he’s been known to be completely serious from time to time. This can make it hard for people to tell when he is serious. He’s all around a salty ‘borg (I do in fact know some star wars slang).

Equipment: Generally, he keeps a blaster pistol on his person at all times. On occasion, he'll be seen with a long range blaster rifle. He also keeps various survival supplies in at least his quarters along with highly customized scout trooper armor.

Your Quarters: Usually in quarters, one would see old Mandolorian fabrics hanging around the walls along with artifacts on the shelves from Mangalore and many other places, some notably tribal of unknown origin to most. He also has a secret compartment that harbors a lightsaber that is rarely brought to the public eye (especially when in Imperial space or on a planet subjugated by the Empire).

Your Spaceship: Z95-Headhunter with customized paint

The fighter's color scheme is black with dark red trim.

Role: Escort Fighter Pilot

Obligation: hand rolled tabac cigarettes (or at least the equivalent of hand roles cigarettes) squad mate(s) aren't too forgiving about the circumstances of Caster Wren's discharge.

Statistics:
Brawn: 2
Agility: 3
Intellect: 3
Cunning: 2
Willpower: 3
Presence: 2

Skills:

• Piloting 3
• Mechanics 1
• Charm 2

History: Caster Wren was born on Mandalore to a Mandalorian father and human moved from Dantooine (who had tribal lineage from the western regions). He was brought back to Dantooine at an early age just before his parents’ death. While a young lad, he befriended an older woman by the name of Dewan, who had taken him in an provided him with a surrogate grandmother like relationship. She was an older Mandalorian who had emigrated to to Dantooine at the start of the Empire and continued to raise Caster with the Mandalorian culture. At the young age of 18 he volunteered for the stormtrooper corps opting for the highly specialized scout trooper divisions.. After a few years, he was dishonorably discharged for negligence and refusing to follow orders, the details of which have not been shared with anyone other than Dewan. He lost his arm after discharge after facing off against a force user and losing quite terribly. He was hired by an extremist member of the rebellion to assassinate a target and came up against a dark Jedi who had wanted to recruit the target Caster was sent to kill. Dewan was the robotics engineer who patched him up and put him back into the world.

What situations I like my character to be in:

I would like to see Caster Wren face off against one of his old squad mates and then seek Dewan (much like Luke had seemed Yoda out in return of the Jedi). I would also later on like to see his force sensitivity reveal itself in a crisis of someone he cared about being in immediate danger ( Details can be gone over with DM/GM

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@frapet alright. I threw some changes up there. Let me know if that's acceptable.