Amos Valthar
Plan to be Lucky
Plan to be Lucky
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_Name
Amos Valthar_Faction
Independant_Rank
N/A_Species
Human_Age
31_Gender
Male_Height
6’1”_Hair Color
Black_Eye Color
Green_Weight
170_Force Sensitivity
No- B I O G R A P H Y
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Though he was born on Taloraan, Amos always thought of himself as a spacer. There was no particular reason, but the freedom seemed tantalizing behind high fences. He would tell people - friends, relatives - that he had been born in space, only to be struck by his father for the embarrassing lie. It was never specified whether the content of the lie or the telling of it was what merited the reprisal. Still, he enjoyed both telling absurd stories and lying through his teeth.
- A P P E A R A N C E
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There are old statues of long-dead kings on Taloraan. When he was a boy Amos' mother compared him to one as they walked the garden. It was the kindest thing that had ever been said to him, and to this day still loves all things proud and robust, like his mother and old sculpture. Amos himself is less like a statue than someone statues are made of; remembered as more attractive than is actually the case but distinct enough to stick in the mind. When he was a boy his skin would burn in the low-hanging sun and so never liked to be outside unless it was with his mother or sister.
- P E R S O N A L I T Y
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Amos was only a boy when he first killed a man. It was an accident, though he did not realize it. One of the workers had climbed a ladder onto the roof and Amos had shouted at play with his siblings. The man was startled and fell. Amos did not hear him scream, but others did, and when he heard what had happened the young boy knew. It affected him deeply at first, until he realized that life had not stopped when the man had died. The world waited for nothing. Least of all corpses.
- S K I L L S
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Amos' father had told him that on Lequabis he would learn to be a man. His father was cold and unpleasant, much like the world he hailed from. To him being a man meant killing weaker creatures and living miserably, alone. Amos was good at that, despite his desire not to be. The clans had embraced him as one of their own, and when the ship came to collect him he could hunt Gorp Beast with the plainsmen and name fruit with the women of Tzask. That still was not enough for his father, who sent him to the academy in Hallon Majoris anyway.
- E Q U I P M E N T
- Heavy Dueling Blaster Pistol
- Comlink
- Datapad
- Utility belt
- Heavy Jacket and Bandoliers
- Vac-Sealed Helmet
- MS-14K Combat Freighter
- R E L A T I O N S H I P S
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✦ Lover or partner
✦ Close relationship
✦ On good terms
✦ Neutral
✦ On poor terms
✦ Enemies
✦ Family
✦ Deceased
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