Post by Shalvesh Kornoth on Oct 24, 2006 21:09:37 GMT 10
Name: Shalvesh Kornoth
Race: Human (modified with cybernetics)
Profession: Bounty Hunter/Smuggler
Age: 34
Weight: 215 Lbs
Height: 6'0
Build: He is of average build for his height, but not for his weight. He isn't a lean man by any sense of the word, nor is he bulging with muscals, but he has a wry tone that would belong to a street boxer. His added weight comes from his cybernetic components.
Eye color: His left eye, being his normal eye is a fierce and piercing green. His other eye is artificial and thus gives off a menacing red glare that is both cold yet intimidating at the same time.
Hair: He keeps his hair tightly cropped to his head. If it gets wet it dries itself almost instantly. It's coloring, when you can see it is a dark hue of brown. Nearly black, but not quite.
Personality: Though cold in normal meetings, Shalvesh is a bounty hunter with Honor. He doesn't kill unnecessarily and keeps his collateral damage to a minimum. He often doesn't involve himself in the politics of his targets, he mearly brings them to the designated spot and retrieves his pay. He would not ever shoot someone in the back, but he is also not the friendliest man in the bar. He has made a few friends who he finds entertaining and will commonly do a job for them for expenses only. If you can manage to get past his business-only demeanor, he can be a true ally. But if you slander his honor, or whelch on a deal, be prepared to be on the wrong end of a blaster.
Appearance: Most often he wears a hooded cloak which helps cover his face except the glowing red of his artificial right eye. When he lowers it, his natural green eye looks like it is trying to pierce the very soul of whomever it is pointed it. The grafting of his artificial eye wraps around his head to just above his ear. He face has been marred in places by sparks and burns from close calls and the lines around his mouth make him seem to permanently frown. He wears a piece of black duraplast armor over a flight suit style one piece outfit that allows him free movement and had enough pockets for all his little gizmos he's picked up over the years. His boots were durable leather reinforced with black duraplast. Under all these clothes, his body is extensively scarred from battles and near misses, as well as his extensive operations to repair his body from close calls. Some are even from his volunteering to replace an organic part with an artificial one. He often chose powered prosthetics, so his arms, legs and body, except for carring, looked rather normal.
Faction: He does his best not to align himself with any faction due to the nature of his work, but more often then not find himself working to collect a bounty for the New Republic authorities. They never welched on a price and often enough his reputation allowed him to avoid a search on a high paying smuggling run, which was just fine with him.
Weapon: Though his is versed in quite a few weapons, his favorite is his fair sizes blaster rifle that he keeps on his back under his cloak due to the power and optional stun setting which is very good for when he doesn't need to kill his target. He also keeps 2 hand blasters strapped to his thighs for quick draws and a pouch belt which carries all sorts of goodies from trip wires to tiny explosives to sonic stunners.
History: As a child he grew up in the city depths of Courasant. His family didn't have everything but they had enough. He never really took an interest in his parents, as when he was old enough to run out of the house and start wandering around alone, they lost interest in him. Model parents really. He had a roof, and food though. He learned life through the school of hard knocks. Learning to fight by loosing and getting beat, only to come back for more until he learned to win.
One day during one of his little outing into the streets, he hear the authorities chasing down someone and they were shouting for him to stop over and over. He decided to have a bit of fun here and he tripped the suspect and slugged him in the jaw with a vicious blow that can only come from a hardened street fighting kid. It knocked the guy cold and when the officers caught up with Shalvesh and found him standing over the suspect, they decided that it qualified as a capture and he was entitled to the bounty. It wasn't much, only 300 credits, but it was enough to get him hooked.
While he was there collecting his bounty he got a list of the low lives thugs that weren't a high risk nor high pay, but it was just the type of scum to start on. Sometimes he won, beating them into following him in. Other times he lost, most often backing down to a drawn blaster until he saved up enough money to get his own and first hand blaster with a stun setting. He took a break from tracking down scum to teach himself marksman ship, practicing every day for 3 hours a day, blasting trash he found on the street, practicing aiming and varying ranges until he could hit the stationary targets 9 out of 10 times. After that he moved on the moving targets, rolling pieces of paper in an alley, kicking a can then shooting at it. Anything he could, even rats sometimes.
By this time he was a powerful and strapping teenager. He still went after the smaller bounties, though they were the ones bigger then when he was a child. Through trail and error he learned the best ways to capture a scum bag and very rarely needed to bring his mark in dead. He started to earn a reputation among the local authorities as a very bussinessy young man who almost always brought the crook in for trial. It was this reputation that got him noticed by a bounty hunter who was passing through and decided to take some time to teach this kid a few tricks of the trade.
For a year he spent his time under the bounty hunter he knew only as Herach. They tracked down all kinds of scum ranging from thieves to arsonists, even to some of the lower class murders. Since he was under Herach's wing, they decided to split the bounties 70/30. 70 went to Herach because it was his experience that made most of these possible and 30 for Shalvesh doing the plan. He also learned much more then street fighting about blast combat and hand to hand combat techniques.
Once during a plan gone bad Shalvest had barely dodged a grenade thrown towards them and lost his left arm in the process. It was then that he got his first power prosthetic arm. It was stronger, faster, and more accurate then his former organic arm. Once again he had found another addiction besides bounty hunting.
With his nest egg of money, which had built up quite a bit by this time, he bought himself powered limbs for his legs and a complete refit of his right arm arm from the shoulder down. He also got himself a voice modulator implanted in his throat. As a final prosthetic, after another operation gone bad after an alien that could see in the dark took out his right eye, his had a full blow spectral analyzer sensor that hunter droids use grafted on in pace of his right eye.
With these new tools at his disposal, he continued collecting himself bigger and bigger bounties, until near his mid-twenties he had enough to buy himself a small ship. He started expanding his range to find bounties by flying throughout the city sectors and still nearly always bring back his mark. As his money grew, so did his weapon arsenal, upgrades to his prosthetics to make himself faster and stronger, and of course a bigger ship. Before long he set out into space to start tracking down the bigger bounties. After a few tastes of Interstellar Bounty credits, he knew he wanted more and started going after to bigger fish, anyone who had a price high enough on their head, was in his sights. Which is where and what he is still doing today.
Strengths: Not quite an expert in hand to hand arts, but a damn good street brawler who doesn't fight with style but neither does he fight with rules. His self marksmanship practice and prosthetic limbs make him quick on the draw and deadly accurate with his fire. His is a moderate pilot preferring to catch someone on the ground then in space.
Weaknesses: His prosthetic limbs, while faster, stronger and more accurate then biological pieces, need to be maintained regularly, otherwise he could slow down or even stop moving all together. His own personal Code of Honor binds his actions so he doesn't often resort to under handed or dirty tricks. Also due to his street raising, his is self dependent, but also knows that no one can make it alone and thus those that earn the title of friend to him earn his fanatical loyalty which makes them easy targets to get under his skin with.
Race: Human (modified with cybernetics)
Profession: Bounty Hunter/Smuggler
Age: 34
Weight: 215 Lbs
Height: 6'0
Build: He is of average build for his height, but not for his weight. He isn't a lean man by any sense of the word, nor is he bulging with muscals, but he has a wry tone that would belong to a street boxer. His added weight comes from his cybernetic components.
Eye color: His left eye, being his normal eye is a fierce and piercing green. His other eye is artificial and thus gives off a menacing red glare that is both cold yet intimidating at the same time.
Hair: He keeps his hair tightly cropped to his head. If it gets wet it dries itself almost instantly. It's coloring, when you can see it is a dark hue of brown. Nearly black, but not quite.
Personality: Though cold in normal meetings, Shalvesh is a bounty hunter with Honor. He doesn't kill unnecessarily and keeps his collateral damage to a minimum. He often doesn't involve himself in the politics of his targets, he mearly brings them to the designated spot and retrieves his pay. He would not ever shoot someone in the back, but he is also not the friendliest man in the bar. He has made a few friends who he finds entertaining and will commonly do a job for them for expenses only. If you can manage to get past his business-only demeanor, he can be a true ally. But if you slander his honor, or whelch on a deal, be prepared to be on the wrong end of a blaster.
Appearance: Most often he wears a hooded cloak which helps cover his face except the glowing red of his artificial right eye. When he lowers it, his natural green eye looks like it is trying to pierce the very soul of whomever it is pointed it. The grafting of his artificial eye wraps around his head to just above his ear. He face has been marred in places by sparks and burns from close calls and the lines around his mouth make him seem to permanently frown. He wears a piece of black duraplast armor over a flight suit style one piece outfit that allows him free movement and had enough pockets for all his little gizmos he's picked up over the years. His boots were durable leather reinforced with black duraplast. Under all these clothes, his body is extensively scarred from battles and near misses, as well as his extensive operations to repair his body from close calls. Some are even from his volunteering to replace an organic part with an artificial one. He often chose powered prosthetics, so his arms, legs and body, except for carring, looked rather normal.
Faction: He does his best not to align himself with any faction due to the nature of his work, but more often then not find himself working to collect a bounty for the New Republic authorities. They never welched on a price and often enough his reputation allowed him to avoid a search on a high paying smuggling run, which was just fine with him.
Weapon: Though his is versed in quite a few weapons, his favorite is his fair sizes blaster rifle that he keeps on his back under his cloak due to the power and optional stun setting which is very good for when he doesn't need to kill his target. He also keeps 2 hand blasters strapped to his thighs for quick draws and a pouch belt which carries all sorts of goodies from trip wires to tiny explosives to sonic stunners.
History: As a child he grew up in the city depths of Courasant. His family didn't have everything but they had enough. He never really took an interest in his parents, as when he was old enough to run out of the house and start wandering around alone, they lost interest in him. Model parents really. He had a roof, and food though. He learned life through the school of hard knocks. Learning to fight by loosing and getting beat, only to come back for more until he learned to win.
One day during one of his little outing into the streets, he hear the authorities chasing down someone and they were shouting for him to stop over and over. He decided to have a bit of fun here and he tripped the suspect and slugged him in the jaw with a vicious blow that can only come from a hardened street fighting kid. It knocked the guy cold and when the officers caught up with Shalvesh and found him standing over the suspect, they decided that it qualified as a capture and he was entitled to the bounty. It wasn't much, only 300 credits, but it was enough to get him hooked.
While he was there collecting his bounty he got a list of the low lives thugs that weren't a high risk nor high pay, but it was just the type of scum to start on. Sometimes he won, beating them into following him in. Other times he lost, most often backing down to a drawn blaster until he saved up enough money to get his own and first hand blaster with a stun setting. He took a break from tracking down scum to teach himself marksman ship, practicing every day for 3 hours a day, blasting trash he found on the street, practicing aiming and varying ranges until he could hit the stationary targets 9 out of 10 times. After that he moved on the moving targets, rolling pieces of paper in an alley, kicking a can then shooting at it. Anything he could, even rats sometimes.
By this time he was a powerful and strapping teenager. He still went after the smaller bounties, though they were the ones bigger then when he was a child. Through trail and error he learned the best ways to capture a scum bag and very rarely needed to bring his mark in dead. He started to earn a reputation among the local authorities as a very bussinessy young man who almost always brought the crook in for trial. It was this reputation that got him noticed by a bounty hunter who was passing through and decided to take some time to teach this kid a few tricks of the trade.
For a year he spent his time under the bounty hunter he knew only as Herach. They tracked down all kinds of scum ranging from thieves to arsonists, even to some of the lower class murders. Since he was under Herach's wing, they decided to split the bounties 70/30. 70 went to Herach because it was his experience that made most of these possible and 30 for Shalvesh doing the plan. He also learned much more then street fighting about blast combat and hand to hand combat techniques.
Once during a plan gone bad Shalvest had barely dodged a grenade thrown towards them and lost his left arm in the process. It was then that he got his first power prosthetic arm. It was stronger, faster, and more accurate then his former organic arm. Once again he had found another addiction besides bounty hunting.
With his nest egg of money, which had built up quite a bit by this time, he bought himself powered limbs for his legs and a complete refit of his right arm arm from the shoulder down. He also got himself a voice modulator implanted in his throat. As a final prosthetic, after another operation gone bad after an alien that could see in the dark took out his right eye, his had a full blow spectral analyzer sensor that hunter droids use grafted on in pace of his right eye.
With these new tools at his disposal, he continued collecting himself bigger and bigger bounties, until near his mid-twenties he had enough to buy himself a small ship. He started expanding his range to find bounties by flying throughout the city sectors and still nearly always bring back his mark. As his money grew, so did his weapon arsenal, upgrades to his prosthetics to make himself faster and stronger, and of course a bigger ship. Before long he set out into space to start tracking down the bigger bounties. After a few tastes of Interstellar Bounty credits, he knew he wanted more and started going after to bigger fish, anyone who had a price high enough on their head, was in his sights. Which is where and what he is still doing today.
Strengths: Not quite an expert in hand to hand arts, but a damn good street brawler who doesn't fight with style but neither does he fight with rules. His self marksmanship practice and prosthetic limbs make him quick on the draw and deadly accurate with his fire. His is a moderate pilot preferring to catch someone on the ground then in space.
Weaknesses: His prosthetic limbs, while faster, stronger and more accurate then biological pieces, need to be maintained regularly, otherwise he could slow down or even stop moving all together. His own personal Code of Honor binds his actions so he doesn't often resort to under handed or dirty tricks. Also due to his street raising, his is self dependent, but also knows that no one can make it alone and thus those that earn the title of friend to him earn his fanatical loyalty which makes them easy targets to get under his skin with.
