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Gowi's Prebuilding Workshop

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Gowi's Prebuilding Workshop

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From Sleep Awake

That is a very unorthodox way to worship Solaris.

From Sleep Awake

@TheSovereignGrave

My Answer

Absolute Comics: A Brave New World

Dude, Byrd could write "fuck you" in the concept box and you would accept it.

Star Wars: Enclaves

Just introduce me into a scene or tell me what to do and I'll work on a post, GM friendo.

StarRiders: Hoshizora no Riders

“Fascinating.”

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NAME

Irimia xa Eridanus [ ᐂᒌᓄᒭᒠᐥᒥᒥᕴᖐᐤ ]

ALIAS

Kikuchi Yukia [ 菊池　ユキア ]

GENDER

Female

AGE

16 [ 33 ]

SPECIES

Terran

ORIGIN

Eridanus Prime

RANK

Warden, Junior Officer

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APPEARANCE

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PERSONALITY & MOTIVATIONS

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PERSONAL HISTORY

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INFLUENCE & RELATIONS

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TROPES

Kuudere
Wrench Wench
Little Miss Snarker
Wise Beyond Their Years
Shorter Means Smarter
Awesomeness By Analysis
Badass Bookworm

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CALLSIGN

Ion

DESIGNATION

SR-O5

TYPE

Support

ARMAMENTS

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DESCRIPTION

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Absolute Comics: A Brave New World

P A S T // 2003

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S P A C E G H O S T
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“I’ve heard you’re some kind of justicar out in the outer rim, is that true?”

It had been some time since Thaddeus Bach had needed to engage in small talk; a realization he was grossly reminded of as he crossed his arms, a scowl forming on his lips as the representative greeted him on the space station. Word had reached him through his communications terminal that a very particular job was looking for someone with a very particular pedigree and a very particular set of ethics; Bach’s sort of particular. A job inquiry that had at the very least piqued his curiosity given that few even knew who he was given that “The Ghost of the Outer Rim” hadn’t been a very popular man and Bach made it his business to be very difficult to find, less alone sought out for.

There was only one type of person who could have the sort of connections it took to find him— someone so powerful that not only did they know how to find him, that they knew how to contact him. So powerful that they couldn’t hold their meeting over communications channels.

“Depends who you ask.”

The representative walked forward, a hearty laugh leaving their lips as they continued down the corridor.

Bach didn’t smirk; not even a little. He had lost his taste for the sort of conversation that he was once adept at— in his past, as a member of the vanguard that protected the Outer Rim planet of Eidolon IV, he was good at talking to people and getting them to sing their tune his way; in recent years he just preferred to break their bones rather than play charismatic diplomat.

“This better not be a trap.” Bach’s tone was forceful, dangerous.

“It isn’t.” The tone of the messenger was jittery, but it was more as a quick reaction to his threat.

Bach narrowed his brows, “I’ve made a lot of enemies.”

Bach eyed the uniform of his “guide” and thought back to her mannerisms and the way he spoke, and how she approached him on what was supposed to be a routine refueling stop. She didn’t look like much as far as young spacers went— perhaps a reason that they went unnoticed among a crowd of smugglers, bounty hunters, and scouts.

Accent is from the core worlds— Xandar, Graxos IV, Rann.

The woman in front of Bach stopped at a console to a door. This part of the spaceport looked like it was under repairs and a bit off the grid from the rest of the station; but it was nothing out of the ordinary or at least it wasn’t for Bach considering his work as a special operations agent within the Eidolon Elite several years prior— after all, it had been his job to infiltrate and investigate shady parts of the outer rim for the sake of the mission. He just didn’t realize that translated to “for the sake of your comrade’s financial gain”.

“But it seems you know that.”

The sound of silence found itself cut between the two men before the icy click of the metallic doors opening broke it.

“Who are you?”

She turned, giving Bach a glance as she pulled a stray strand of black hair and moved it out of her face. “You’re inquisitive and smart. That’s good. Follow me and I’ll explain what you need to know.”

An irritated grumble left Bach’s lips— she avoided his question. But he should’ve expected that given she was from Rann. There was no one else from the core planets that she could’ve been, and given her secrecy there were only a few options of where this was leading.

“Fine. But this better not be a waste of my time.”

“It won’t.”

Star Wars: Enclaves

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“I shoot people. They fall down. They don’t get back up.”

Without the Helmet

O V E R V I E W

N A M E

Errol Vahn

A G E

39

G E N D E R

Male

S P E C I E S

Human

H O M E W O R L D

Mindemir

C L A S S

Bounty Hunter

P O S I T I O N

Hired Gun

A P P E A R A N C E

Perhaps with another line of work, Errol Vahn would’ve been a picturesque spacer or colonist but unfortunately that is not how his life aligned. The mahogany-haired marksman’s body is littered with laser scarring, vibroblade gashes, and other noticeable scars that are the result of a war-driven life in addition to being a smug sarcastic asshole at the wrong time. Surprisingly, Errol’s face is generally unfazed with only minor knicks being apparent to the naked eye. Beyond this, Errol isn’t particularly tall or short (5’11”) and has a somewhat muscular and toned build due to his line of work.

T A L E N T S & B A C K G R O U N D

F O R C E P O T E N C Y

Errol Vahn is not conventionally trained in the force, although he unknowingly has a connection to it.

C O M B A T T A L E N T S

Marksman: Errol Vahn has been shooting people since he was sixteen years old— and most often against more experienced and deadly opponents. His experiences in the Mandalorian Wars led him to becoming a quick and dangerous shot or face the early consequence of sweet sweet death. At thirty-nine, Errol is one of the most skilled snipers that survived the conflicts. These skills are not unique to blaster rifles and carbines, but also pistols.

Saboteur: Errol Vahn is a skilled saboteur, grenadier, and demolitionist. This is clear in his adept knowledge and familiarity with various charges used in explosives throughout the galaxy. Errol is comfortable whether a detonator utilizes ion, plasma, thorium, baradium, or other more esoteric and experimental options as its core.

Field Medic: Whilst hardly on the level of the Republic’s finest doctors and field surgeons, Errol knows what stims do what and how to apply a treat injury kit with little mistake. If there is one thing Errol has learned is that if you don’t know how to counteract a Mandalorian toxic dart on the fly you’re pretty much dead.

Stealth: Rule number one of being a sniper— if they can’t find you, they can’t kill you. Errol fought in several battles and on one occasion even outwitted a Mandalorian searching party on Dxun. He knows how to be quiet and make his shots.

W E A P O N S

▷ Aratech Sniper Rifle
▷ SFOR Republic Carbine
▷ Czerka T-3 Blaster Pistol
▷ Grenade & Utility Belt
▷ Vibroknife

D O S S I E R

Early Life: 3991 BBY - 3975 BBY

Born to an interstellar businessman by the name of Miles Vahn, Errol was born & raised far from the core planets and instead upon one of the vast colonial frontiers. Errol’s father was an aggressive businessman who founded ErdeCo after liquidizing his properties as he believed that the only way to get in edgewise on major companies was to “put all of your cards on the table”. Laughed at by his former partners, Miles Vahn found himself desperate to make an impact on the galactic market that was colonial frontiers. As such Errol was born into a cosmic environment that was as underdeveloped as it was underpopulated. Growing up under the shadow of his father’s obsession to succeed in the galactic market was stressful as Errol found duties were being demanded of him straining the relationship with his parents even more.

A young Errol would spend time at his uncle’s home on the colony— a general agriculture procurement, Alen Vahn, lived much simpler with the only threat being the rare fauna that would get out of hand. Enjoying his uncle’s stories of Alderaan was entrancing for Errol and he would begin to almost live at the farm during these years. During this time his uncle would teach him how to fire a rifle and to impress his relative he would adamantly strive to be better; for every day he stayed at the farm he shot targets and mended the farm to help his uncle. However, Alen Vahn grew sick and passed on from age-related struggles by the time Errol was ten.

A year later, ErdeCo had expanded their operations into a local habitat of violent and fast creatures which resulted in an entire team of laborers to lose their lives due to ErdeCo’s carelessness. The family members of these laborers began to riot while other residents threatened to leave if ErdeCo didn’t get its operations in check. This threat against his livelihood caused Miles Vahn to “protect his investment” and hired Mandalorian mercenaries as “quality control”. This would begin the “dark times” of the colony as the mercenaries hired received benefits plus their rate of service and eventually the group began testing how much they were allowed to do without consequences. But Errol’s father only cared about the critical and financial success of his investments and took no shame into admitting it.

Eventually, Errol’s mother snapped. Errol never saw the colony again as he was taken away from its madness to find himself on another planetary hell: Nar Shaddaa. Errol would fall in with a bunch of other human youths who found themselves on Nar Shaddaa in poverty and among racism and thus a sort of gang was created amongst them. It wasn’t long thereafter that Errol and his friends got caught up into something stupid— an alien named Ardot Fek.

Running with Ardot Fek, a self-proclaimed “supplier” of goods led Errol into a life of organized crime. Fek saw cheap manpower in the youths as well as a useful utility in their knack to steal things. At first they weren’t asked to do much outside of pocket a few things or spot competitors (and law enforcement), but eventually as they became more useful (and older) they ended up “graduating” to carrying firearms as Fek’s under-priced guards. Errol found himself killing for the first time no more than a month after he was given a firearm— he was shaken by the experience, but Fek talked him down from his repulsion and convinced him it was only adrenaline that he felt and not any false moral consequences. Soon enough, Errol was making enough credits on the side to help keep himself and his mother afloat despite Fek underpaying him and the other youths.

Mandalorian Wars: 3978 BBY - 3960 BBY

By the time the first shots of the Mandalorian Wars were fired Errol had become an adept errand boy and enforcer for Fek; a comfortable agreement that lasted until Fek was shot dead by a bounty hunter named Calo Nord. This circumstance would lead Errol back into unemployment for a time, though despite this circumstance Errol refused to give up and started taking up jobs from whoever was hiring and being an overeager young man had its benefits to certain facets of Nar Shaddaa— especially to organizations like The Exchange.

But working for The Exchange and independent criminals on Nar Shaddaa wasn’t enough.

Eventually, Errol found himself brought into a network of non-mandalorian mercenaries; a brotherhood that worked closely with everyone from gangsters to senators, and given the outcry for help on outer rim worlds suffering at the claws of the Mandalorian invaders there was no shortage of supply and demand. In no time at all he would find himself and his fellow brotherhood members on the planet of Cathar and the rest is history— Errol Vahn fought the Mandalorians at every turn for the next decade-and-a-half of his life.

Recent Years: 3959 BBY - 3954 BBY

After the defeats of Malachor V and Coruscant, the galaxy found itself in pieces as it tried to repair itself from the damage. However, the Mandalorians weren’t done and neither was the Republic. But unfortunately, a need for a veteran mercenary wasn’t needed without a direct war to fight and in this time Errol turned to smuggling and smaller jobs that were created due to the repercussions of a war that nearly spanned two decades— people needed help and were willing to sell their last speeder for it. Errol tried not to capitalize on it, but he had his own purpose to meet just the same.

Ultimately, Errol found work through a very obscure enclave…

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