Post by Nathan Algren on Sept 17, 2006 1:33:35 GMT -5
Name:Nathan Algren
Appearance: A 6ft. human with a medium build, a non-descript appearance with sandy hair, youthful in early 20's, dressed in the typical style of a trader/freighter complete with a blaster pistol strapped to his waist. His light blue eyes (giving the appearance of having seen too much in their short time) looked tired beyond their years.
Gender:Male
Level (given by admin): 1
Species:human
Alliance:smuggler
Title (given by admin): Smuggler
Skills (not battle):stealth, quick thinking, piloting, quick talking,good at distraction .
Lightsaber/Fighting Style:blaster,and knowldge of an obscure oriental fighting style that uses an enemy's energy against him
Force abilities (if any):
Specialty skills (given by admin and/or requested from admin as level grows):
Bio:parents were killed in spice wars on Tatoine while still a teenager, found his way into the clutches of a deranged smuggler who used him in his operations and who wound up mentoring him as a smuggling partner until an untimely accident in a bad smuggling operation whereupon Nathan inherited a Famous smugglers ship Rim Runner.
Ship: YT-1300 "Rim Runner", an unobtrusive looking freighter retrofitted with several secret compartments and unexpectedly fitted with an advanced upgraded engine complete with the very latest hyper jump engine . to look at the ship from the outside you got the impression that here was a ship barely able to make it into space much less elude and outrun most other ships.
Sample RP: Nathan had just finished fueling up the Rim Runner and was in the last stages of the preflight checklist when the radio blared - interupting his concentration. He was to stand down from lift off and prepare for boarding by the local police. This was not good as he had handsomely paid them to look the other way. Obviously something had gone wrong, someone had informed them of what he was really carrying or --worse yet-- someone had paid them more to get him and confiscate his cargo.
He had no time to spare, he quickly flipped the switches igniting his rockets and lifted off much to protests over the radio. He knew that once he left the atmosphere he could waste no time but must immediately jump into hyper space.
Appearance: A 6ft. human with a medium build, a non-descript appearance with sandy hair, youthful in early 20's, dressed in the typical style of a trader/freighter complete with a blaster pistol strapped to his waist. His light blue eyes (giving the appearance of having seen too much in their short time) looked tired beyond their years.
Gender:Male
Level (given by admin): 1
Species:human
Alliance:smuggler
Title (given by admin): Smuggler
Skills (not battle):stealth, quick thinking, piloting, quick talking,good at distraction .
Lightsaber/Fighting Style:blaster,and knowldge of an obscure oriental fighting style that uses an enemy's energy against him
Force abilities (if any):
Specialty skills (given by admin and/or requested from admin as level grows):
Bio:parents were killed in spice wars on Tatoine while still a teenager, found his way into the clutches of a deranged smuggler who used him in his operations and who wound up mentoring him as a smuggling partner until an untimely accident in a bad smuggling operation whereupon Nathan inherited a Famous smugglers ship Rim Runner.
Ship: YT-1300 "Rim Runner", an unobtrusive looking freighter retrofitted with several secret compartments and unexpectedly fitted with an advanced upgraded engine complete with the very latest hyper jump engine . to look at the ship from the outside you got the impression that here was a ship barely able to make it into space much less elude and outrun most other ships.
Sample RP: Nathan had just finished fueling up the Rim Runner and was in the last stages of the preflight checklist when the radio blared - interupting his concentration. He was to stand down from lift off and prepare for boarding by the local police. This was not good as he had handsomely paid them to look the other way. Obviously something had gone wrong, someone had informed them of what he was really carrying or --worse yet-- someone had paid them more to get him and confiscate his cargo.
He had no time to spare, he quickly flipped the switches igniting his rockets and lifted off much to protests over the radio. He knew that once he left the atmosphere he could waste no time but must immediately jump into hyper space.
