Interest Check for Star Wars Bounty Hunter Game

[Angie]

Name: Jonathan Mutaze
Species: Human
Obligation: Oath (Cannot kill for money, despite everyone wanting him too)
Career: Bounty Hunter, Assassin

Jonathan's story is a simple one. Came from nothing, became a runner for a crime family. One day, he was captured by a rival family. Somehow, he overpowered his captors and managed to escape, leaving a bloody trail behind him. Since then, he's seemed untouchable, taking out targets with an ease that bordered on having the cheat codes to the universe. He earned fame and fortune, yet, seemed to want for nothing. Sure, he enjoyed a good drink now and again, but he never seemed to actually spend his credits on much aside from booze, gear for his next job, and the necessities of life.

But one day, the family he worked for brought in a few slave Twi'lek girls...and he found himself enraptured by one. He began a romance with her-the Twi'leks only danced, the family had strong objections to prostitution. After several months, she confessed feelings for him. He immediately offered the Capo a deal: All his credits for her freedom, and his as well. Rather than take the credits, the Capo gave him a job. An impossible task but if he did it, she was his and he would be free. No one except Jonathan and the Capo know the details of that job, only that it left such a pile of bodies behind that the Capo had a bloody foundation for a massive criminal empire, to rival even the Hutt Lords. The Capo, amazed beyond belief, honored the terms of the deal.

There are no happy endings on the Edge. A job like that comes with enemies. He pissed off a lot of people, and they came into the nightclub where Jonathan and his Twi'lek girlfriend were having one last night of partying, blasting the place with so many bolts one could barely see past the flashing lights of the shots. Jonathan survived and even took a few down before they ran off-they didn't get him in the initial burst, so they knew it was no use sticking around. What they did hit, however...was the woman he loved.

Her name was Clea'zura. A name he screamed at the top of his lungs as he took his revenge, gunning down everyone who stood between him and the man who had ordered the hit, a Hutt Lord who saw Jonathan's now former Capo as a threat. Revenge begets revenge, however, and soon, a dozen criminal organizations were in an all out war to kill Jonathan. In the end of it all, one man stood alone, with enough blood to make the waters of Kamino run red poured around him. He disappeared. Many assume he was disintegrated, or that he is one of the dozens of unidentified bodies from the shootout.

But Jonathan Mutaze still lives. He calls himself Travis Chance now, using a fake ID, one of his Capo's last gifts, and has constructed a new life around being this strange and mysterious wanderer. He runs odd jobs, courier duty, armed escort, plenty of people can use a hired gun. However, he clings desperately to the oath he made Clea'zura on their last night together, the one he whispered as he clutched her dead body in his arms: Never again would he kill for money. That life is behind him.

No one will let him forget it, though. Those who learn he is still alive will attempt to hire him for a hit. He disappears before they can get properly angry at his refusal. Make no mistake: He is perfectly happy to rough people up, to knock them out and capture them, and will still kill in self defense, but he will never accept a hit job. He is Assassin no more...but, will something on the Edge push him to violate his oath, and sink back into the great game of assassination and revenge once more?

Stats

Assuming we all start with an Obligation of 10, with 4 or 5 of us. If there are more I will drop something. +10 Obligation for +10 XP

B: 2 A: 3 (30 XP) I: 2 C: 2 W: 2 P:2
Skills: Career Chosen: Athletics, Brawl, Streetwise, Vigilance | Specialty Chosen: Skulduggery, Stealth  | Human Chosen: Cool, Ranged (Light)
Athletics 1, Brawl 2 (10 XP), Cool 1, Coordination 1 (10 XP), Ranged (Light) 2 (Human free for rank 1, then 15 XP), Skulduggery 1, Stealth 2 (10 XP), Streetwise 1, Vigilance 1,
Talents: Stalker (5 XP, one Boost die on Stealth and Coordination), Grit (+1 Strain), Dodge (Spend 1 Strain to Upgrade difficulty of combat checks against him by 1), Quick Draw (draw weapon as incidental), Precise Aim (Spend 1 Strain to reduce target's defense by 1) (35 XP)

Strain: 13
Wounds: 12
Soak: 2
Defense: 0

Motivation: Undecided Cause. Needs something worth fighting for.

Gear: Blaster Pistol (Dam 6, Crit 3, Medium Range, Usually on the Stun Setting), Brass Knuckles (Dam Brawn+1, Crit 4, Disorient 3), Nice clothing (not sure if there's a credit price for this), 75 credits (he lost a LOT in that revenge cycle...)

[Love And Submission]

You know what? I'm out.  I have no interest in playing with certain people in this group.

[Muse]

  My computers are in the shop right now. 

  I'll be ready to finish my sheet when i get them back.

[Conundrum]

https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1731692

I don't have gear yet since I am waiting to see how much obligation we will have.  I am going with a Bounty Hunter Gadgeteer from Corellia who may not be all right in the head anymore after too long far from home and a few bad run ins.


Corvel was not born rich, Corvel was born wealthy, money that would last generations and could be utilized through the various family connections.  His family was as wide as it was tall as well and were deep into CEC, CorSec, CDF, and CMC.  His family was old money and old in style though, young men and women of the family were not expected to simply sit back and accrue interest but strike out and find adventure in the galaxy.  The independent streak of Corellia ran deep in Corvel's family and in him.  As a result while most did not stray too far from home Corvel stuck out to the edges of civilized space and beyond going out into the Outer Rim in a brand new YT-1300 fresh out of the factory yard.

Trying his hand at a variety of things Corvel met with decent success easily, he was clever, quick, and skilled, worse yet, he knew it.  In the less civilized regions of space simple skill was not enough to get by and after awhile this came to him in the most brutal of ways. Getting involved with some Hutt clans Corvel thought himself clever enough to outsmart them and play them against each others.  He paid for this arrogance with his ship and a blaster shot to the gut.  You cannot live on money and cleverness alone, you need real capabilities, friends at your back, and true strength, not the things he played at before.  There was a reason the soft natured relatives of his had always stuck closer to home, they lacked the strength of the Outer Rim and less civilized space.

Leveraging skills Corvel found allies out beyond the reach of law and order, they were small fries, little cogs working against big wheels but they had skills just the same.  Corvel saw back on how weak he had been and refused to seek aid from his family, instead he found strength in this space he had traveled to.  Building up friends, allies, and resources in the Outer Rim he found strength here among hard beings rather than the soft core worlds.  The way he saw things, the Republic had been lucky in the Clone War.  The CIS and their corporate masters were born of Core World greed and weakness and had squandered the strengths of the wilder space, that despite the industrial capability of the core worlds the separatists had come so close to victory and the Republic had relied on a strike at the leadership of the Trade Federation for victory only proved this.

War is brewing in the galaxy, one even bigger than the Clone Wars and millions will die in battles as the new Empire attempts to clench it's fist around the throat of the galaxy.  It will fail though, just as the Republic fell to it's own decadence and weakness the Empire will meet the same fate in less than a generation.  The lessons he has seen away from civilization have shown Corvel this and now it is his responsibility to his brethren to teach the same lesson.  Beside his and allies in the Black Sun the strengths of a harsh reality will be taught.  Freedom comes at a grave cost, nobody is entitled to anything, even life, and everything must be earned.

A name for himself is the first thing he needs to do this, he has allies in the Black Sun and brought his friend Grixx from their ranks to aid him in his hunts.  With a name he can create his own independent wealth from his family.  Without this name or their resources he will show them his strength so he can return to Corellia and prepare it for the coming storm.  Despite their weakness he still has loyalty to his family and to his home planet.  It a weakness of his that he accepts and one he will work against for as long as he is able in order to forge it into a strength.

[Belisuavious]

Icarus Hawke

Stats:
BR: 2
AG: 4
INT: 2
CUN: 2
WP: 2
PR: 3

Wounds: 12
Strain: 12
Soak: 4

Credits: 460
Obligation: 20

Skills:
Athletics 1
Discipline 1
Gunnery 1
Leadership 1
Ranged Heavy 1
Vigilance 1
Piloting (Space) 1
Cool 1

Talents:
Point Blank (Rank 1, +1 Damage at close or engaged range w/ Ranged (Light) or Ranged (Heavy)
Command (Rank 1, +1 Boost die per rank to Leadership checks. Targets get +1 Boost die to Discipline checks for 24 hours)

Gear:
Blaster Carbine w/Forearm grip and Stripped Down modifications
4 Stun Grenades
Padded Armour
6 Stimpacks
Comlink
2 Binders
Extra Reloads
Backpack

460 Credits

Got my stats finished, I took +10 Obligation since I wanted get more Stuff(tm), but if that proves to be problematic I can redo my gear.

[Conundrum]

I am not entirely happy with my character at the moment sop will likely make another pass on the backstory.

[Muse]

  I have my lap top back and hope to have my desktop soon. 

[Angie]

  I have my lap top back and hope to have my desktop soon.

Huzzah!

[Captain Whitebread]

Is there still space here?

[Muse]

  I'm not sure, Cap.  RL has sucked Pumpkin away.  I'm sure she'll be back before too long if we can be patient.  :) 

[Captain Whitebread]

No worries.

I am nothing if not patient.

I have two potential characters for this.

You've already got a male Twi'lek, so I'll probably not use my  Force sensitive Twi'lek wheel man (Sentinel Racer).

That leaves my Imperial Biker Scout/Sniper (Explorer Scout)....

[Angie]

No worries.

I am nothing if not patient.

I have two potential characters for this.

You've already got a male Twi'lek, so I'll probably not use my  Force sensitive Twi'lek wheel man (Sentinel Racer).

That leaves my Imperial Biker Scout/Sniper (Explorer Scout)....

Heh, I remember him.

[Captain Whitebread]

I had a lot of fun playing him.

[Pumpkin Seeds]

Sorry everyone for the disappearing act.  Holidays, work, school and an upcoming surgery for me and the husband just combined to knock me on my ass.  I do still want to run this and do some cool stuff.  Sorry for not letting people know sooner, my fault.  Just trying to get back into some semblance of normality.

[Captain Whitebread]

Real Life always comes first.  Apologies not required.

[Captain Whitebread]

Name: Oded Fehr
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Career: Imperial Army's Stormtrooper Corps (Explorer)
Specializations: Sniper Scout (Scout)

Physical Description: Dark haired and dark eyed, Oded looks older than he is.  He shaves daily but develops a five o'clock shadow quickly.  He keeps his hair relatively short, in a military style cut.  It's an old habit that might get him in trouble one day.   Having spent most of his life with only dull, utilitarian clothing to wear, Oded tends to go a little overboard on his off time, wearing brilliant colours (preferring reds and purples) unless he is working on one of his speeders, in which case he wears generic coveralls.





Height: 5' 9"
Weight: 160 lbs
Hair Color: black
Eye Color: brown


Personality:Oded is a humanist.  It's a trait he picked up while protecting his families nerf herds.  It wasn’t just four legged predators that learned the hard way that the nerf were well protected.  He'd killed six Rhodians, two Trandosians  and a Karkarodon by the time he was old enough to apply for the academy.  He sees aliens as lesser beings but that attitude is conflicted when the alien is more humanoid.  A Twi'lek, for example would be of higher status than a Wookie, even if the Twi'lek was a slave and the Wookie was free.  He has problems with his attraction to certain alien females; he cannot reconcile his attraction with his attitude that they are lesser beings.

Oded is also very thoughtful and quiet.  He seems to have limitless patience when given a task and does not have any kind of a temper.  This does not mean he is without passion; those few things he cares about he is very enthusiastic about.  He is an avid speeder bike fan and has a love of firearms that has endured since childhood.   Some see him as cold and callous.  He prefers to be thought of as clinical.  He proudly wore the grey armour of the sniper scouts and was crushed when he was forced to set it aside.

Brief Bio:: Oded started life as a seventh generation nerf herder.  He grew up with the smell and frequently remarks about the air smelling funny when there are no nerf nearby.  His earliest memories are of feeding the animals.  His entire life revolved around nerf, whether it was herding them, shearing them or butchering them for meat.  He learned to shoot to protect the herds from predators, becoming a crack shot by the time he was twelve.  He learned to repair and maintain the speeder bikes they used to patrol the crazing lands, to keep predators and rustlers at bay.

It bored him to the point of contemplating suicide.  Each day, he hoped, even prayed for something, ANYTHING to happen, to break up the monotony.  One day, his prayers were answered, when he saw a recruitment add for the Imperial Forces.  After that, all Oded wanted was to be a soldier.  Stuck on a backwater planet, riding herd on nerf and using stray predators as target practice, he was literally counting the days before he could apply to the academy.  When that day finally came, it was like a rebirth. He transmitted an application within an hour.

His aptitude for handling a speeder marked him as a shoe in for the scout corps and his keen eye and seemingly endless patience brought him to the attention of the recruiters for the sniper scouts. His skill with a rifle and his familiarity with speeders, coupled with his ability to work on his own for long hours and his facility for taking instructions moved him easily through training and he was graduated the academy as a member of the scout trooper sniper squad.  He was a round peg in a round hole and was happier than he'd been in years.  Combined with a seemingly fanatical devotion to the Empire and a disregard for the value of the lives of his targets, Oded was looking forward to a long career as a sniper scout, before retiring to  well earned pension.  It wasn't meant to be.  The problem was, unless he was out on patrol, boredom was boredom and Oded started looking for ways to alleviate that boredom.
 
He'd recently made lieutenant when it happened.  It was late, there was some alcohol involved, somebody made a claim that they were the best bike jockey in the galaxy and Oded had to prove him wrong.  Dereliction of duty, conduct unbecoming, misappropriation of military vehicles, drunken and disorderly conduct, the militray tribunal certainly had a lot of ways to describe what was essentially a race around the perimeter of the base.  Nobody got hurt and nothing got broken.  He was given a dishonourable discharge. 

While awaiting his day in court, he'd shared a cell with a

Mirialan

TIE fighter ace.  She was in the same boat as he was, facing court martial for a botched landing that had destroyed half a squadron of interceptor.  With no better options, they pooled their resources and got into bounty hunting.

Character sheet

Name:            Oded Fehr
Cultural Background:       Middle Class Struggles
Obligation:         Dutybound/Oath
Heeding the Call:      Ultimate Abilities
Morality:         50   (+10 starting xp)
Emotional Strength:      Independence
Emotional Weakness:      Coldness
Species:         Human
Brawn:      2      Wound Threshold:   12
Agility:      2
Intellect:   2
Cunning:   2
Willpower:   2      Strain Threshold:   12
Presence:   2
Starting XP:   110(120)[140]


Knowledge (Outer Rim)   1+1
Knowledge (Xenology)   1+1
Perception      1+1
Survival         1+1

Athletics       1+1
Piloting (Planetary)   1+1

Ranged (Heavy)      1+1
Stealth         1+1
   
-5 Duty (+5 Exp)
-5 Duty (+1000 CR)
Extra 10xp and 500 credits

Rapid Recovery 
Stalker 
Shortcut 
Forager 
Let’s Ride

25 cr
DC-15A blaster rifle 900
Tenloss Syndicate "ShadowStalker" Armoured Clothing  1000
Comlink 25
Extra Reloads x 2 50

My recommendations is the S40K Phoenix Hawk-class light pinnace

http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/S40K_Phoenix_Hawk-class_light_pinnace

[Muse]

  *pounce!* 

  Welcome back! 

  Glad both that your'e back and that you didn't abandon this on your arival.  I'm busy for a day or two, but I'll get on my twi'lek martial arts master soo.  hope you can give me some guidance. 

[Captain Whitebread]

Everybody had a Twi'lek sidekick.  I decided to go a little different.

[vin26m]

WIP

I'm going with a Zeltron male:





And maybe a Twi'lek female:

[Captain Whitebread]

ANOTHER Twi'lek sidekick?  Now I really want to play my Twi'lek.  Too bad Muse beat me to it.

[Angie]

ANOTHER Twi'lek sidekick?  Now I really want to play my Twi'lek.  Too bad Muse beat me to it.

Screw it! Party of Twi'leks! I can retool my dude into being one!

Oh and I'm still here, by the way.

[Conundrum]

I am going to stay Corellian.

[Pumpkin Seeds]

I will direct everyone's attention here for the time being. 

https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=297825.0

[orderNchaos]

Just curious if recruiting for this is still active?

[Pumpkin Seeds]

Yep!