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Charlie Foster
COMPOSITION AND APPEARANCE:
*Excerpt from an Imperial Arrest Record*
Charles Foster, Age 23. Arrested for public intoxication. Black hair, with excessive facial hair. Arrested wearing boots, underwear, set of broken goggles, and a T-shirt with the writing 'Looking for love in Alderaan places.' Subject also had in his possession a suitcase filled with clothes. Subject released with a fine.
Charlie Foster, when asked about his looks
My looks? Damn good looking aren't I? Look at these blue eyes! See this scar here? Right here, on my chest. I got this one when I was fighting three sith lords, at once! Oh and this long one on my arm, I got into a fist fight with a wookie. I'm now some hero or some such on their planet. Wait, where are you going? Well, if you didn't want me to brag about my damn good looks, you shouldn't have asked! You said I look drunk? Well that is just your damn opinion!
COMPOSITION AND APPEARANCE:
*Excerpt from an Imperial Arrest Record*
Charles Foster, Age 23. Arrested for public intoxication. Black hair, with excessive facial hair. Arrested wearing boots, underwear, set of broken goggles, and a T-shirt with the writing 'Looking for love in Alderaan places.' Subject also had in his possession a suitcase filled with clothes. Subject released with a fine.
Charlie Foster, when asked about his looks
My looks? Damn good looking aren't I? Look at these blue eyes! See this scar here? Right here, on my chest. I got this one when I was fighting three sith lords, at once! Oh and this long one on my arm, I got into a fist fight with a wookie. I'm now some hero or some such on their planet. Wait, where are you going? Well, if you didn't want me to brag about my damn good looks, you shouldn't have asked! You said I look drunk? Well that is just your damn opinion!
BIOGRAPHY:
The story of Charles Foster began on some day about twenty five years ago. Born into wealth on the core world of Corellia, Charles got the best education on the planet. His childhood was otherwise unremarkable. Charles finished his school at seventeen. Charles had become a competent ship pilot, and decent with a blade. Despite his parent’s urgings, Charles had to desire to enlist into the Republic, or captain a ship of his own. He soon found himself disillusioned with how his life was turning out.
Soon after his eighteenth birthday, Charles started to visit several of the local cantinas, looking for something to give him the adventure he craved. However, as his search for adventure never came to fruition, Charles began to drown his sorrows in alcohol. This drinking problems led him into several confrontations with the law. He was arrested for public intoxication, public nudity, petty theft, insulting a police offers mother, and various assault charges.
Charles’ parents did their best to get their son the help he needed. They set up an intervention on the night of Charles’ twenty fifth birthday. Their words fell on deaf ears, as Charles was unwilling to admit he had a problem. His parents made one last attempt to reach their son, to try and make him realize he had a problem. They threatened to him off financially. Appalled at the idea, Charles stormed out of the house. He found himself in a cantina on the edge of town that he had never been to before.
Being in a cantina, Charles did what he had always done. He got drunk. He go so drunk, that he blacked out. When he finally awoke, he was unaware of where he was. He could tell he was in a hotel, an expensive one at that, and he was stark naked. This wasn’t the first time he had awoken in a strange place. As he got up to put his clothes on, he was horrified to find that lying on the ground, on top of a pile of his clothes, was a dead Twi'leks, a Vibroblade through her chest.
Charles spent the next three hours motionless, trying to figure out how he could have done this. He reached two conclusions. He needed to stop drinking, and leave the planet. He knew he couldn’t even return home. Next to the bed, was a suitcase with a complete set of his own clothes. Deciding it was something he did while drunk. He dressed himself, and left the hotel. He checked his accounts, discovering that he only had a bit over 2500 credits to his name. He withdrew everything and left for the star port.
He was able to find an overly eager trader willingly to sell an old WR-542 Shooting Star for a few thousand credits. Odd as the price may have been, Charles took it, as he needed to leave the planet fast. He also bought a Vibro-sword from the same seller, despite what he just saw in that hotel room, only a mere hour ago. He sent one last message to his parents, telling them how he will get help, and that he was to go away for a while.
Charles left Corellia, and hasn’t looked back.
PERSONALITY:
A few days after leaving Corellia, Charles has a chat with the ship computer about his life, who he was, and who he wants to be.
Ship, I was not a good person. I drank too much, and I hurt people for no reason. I was called a moof-milker once. Don't think I’ve ever seen a moof. I probably deserved it though.
Error: Cannot find moof
Tell me about it. I was more cowardly than a MSE Mouse droid. You know, I never won any of those fights I was in. Guess I’m not much of a fist fighter.
Command Accepted: Releasing MSE Mouse Droid.
Error: MSE Mouse Droid not available.
Huh, never knew this thing had a place for one of those things. Ship, I’m going to be a better person from here on. I'm going to help those in need, those who can't help themselves. It's the least I can do... after what I did.
Command accepted: Looking for someone in need.
Found: You are in need.
Tell me something I don't know. Though you aren't wrong. If I don't find some work, and soon, I won't be able to help anyone. You need a name ship, it's getting weird just calling you 'ship'. I'm going to call you 'The Asteri'. Nice ring to it.
Command accepted: Name changed to 'The Asteri'.
Wonderful. I guess I better do something with this Vibro-sword. I have the training to use it, but I would rather not have to fight, though I doubt I’ll be able to avoid every fight. Let’s hope I never have to use it. Asteri, plot a course to the nearest station. Let’s start looking for work.
Command Accepted: Plotting course to Corellia.
By the stars! I'll do it myself!
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Shortly after entering hyperspace, Charles found himself bored. He found a quiz on the hypernet.
What's this? A little quiz? Looks fun. It even thinks it can tell me all of my strengths and weaknesses? Well, nothing better to do. Asteri, quiz me!
Command Accepted: Question one: Which is stronger, the bantha or the nerfherder?
What kind of question is that? Asteri you better not be making these things up.
Answer Accepted: Asteri
Question two: How would you settle a fight?
That wasn't my answer! Whatever, I guess I would try to negotiate for those involved in the fighting.
Answer Accepted: Negotiate
Question Three: Negotiations have failed. A very angry twi'lek and her human companion are attempting to kill you. What do you do?
What in the stars is this quiz even about. Uh, I guess I would run and try to leave the planet.
Answer Accepted: Run
Question Four: You find a lost child on the street. He asks for a few credits. You are down to your last credits. What do you do?
That's more like it. I give the child half of my remaining credits and help the child find their parent.
Answer Accepted: Participate in Scam.
Question Five: You find yourself on a ship with an unknown AI. What do you do?
Haha, very funny Asteri. Cut it out and tell me what i got.
Answer Accepted: Cut it out.
Quiz complete.
Results:
You have average intelligence.
Your attempts at negotiation fail.
You are a coward that runs from fights.
You are gullible.
You have a hatred on on-board ship AIs.
Oh what the hell Asteri!
The story of Charles Foster began on some day about twenty five years ago. Born into wealth on the core world of Corellia, Charles got the best education on the planet. His childhood was otherwise unremarkable. Charles finished his school at seventeen. Charles had become a competent ship pilot, and decent with a blade. Despite his parent’s urgings, Charles had to desire to enlist into the Republic, or captain a ship of his own. He soon found himself disillusioned with how his life was turning out.
Soon after his eighteenth birthday, Charles started to visit several of the local cantinas, looking for something to give him the adventure he craved. However, as his search for adventure never came to fruition, Charles began to drown his sorrows in alcohol. This drinking problems led him into several confrontations with the law. He was arrested for public intoxication, public nudity, petty theft, insulting a police offers mother, and various assault charges.
Charles’ parents did their best to get their son the help he needed. They set up an intervention on the night of Charles’ twenty fifth birthday. Their words fell on deaf ears, as Charles was unwilling to admit he had a problem. His parents made one last attempt to reach their son, to try and make him realize he had a problem. They threatened to him off financially. Appalled at the idea, Charles stormed out of the house. He found himself in a cantina on the edge of town that he had never been to before.
Being in a cantina, Charles did what he had always done. He got drunk. He go so drunk, that he blacked out. When he finally awoke, he was unaware of where he was. He could tell he was in a hotel, an expensive one at that, and he was stark naked. This wasn’t the first time he had awoken in a strange place. As he got up to put his clothes on, he was horrified to find that lying on the ground, on top of a pile of his clothes, was a dead Twi'leks, a Vibroblade through her chest.
Charles spent the next three hours motionless, trying to figure out how he could have done this. He reached two conclusions. He needed to stop drinking, and leave the planet. He knew he couldn’t even return home. Next to the bed, was a suitcase with a complete set of his own clothes. Deciding it was something he did while drunk. He dressed himself, and left the hotel. He checked his accounts, discovering that he only had a bit over 2500 credits to his name. He withdrew everything and left for the star port.
He was able to find an overly eager trader willingly to sell an old WR-542 Shooting Star for a few thousand credits. Odd as the price may have been, Charles took it, as he needed to leave the planet fast. He also bought a Vibro-sword from the same seller, despite what he just saw in that hotel room, only a mere hour ago. He sent one last message to his parents, telling them how he will get help, and that he was to go away for a while.
Charles left Corellia, and hasn’t looked back.
PERSONALITY:
A few days after leaving Corellia, Charles has a chat with the ship computer about his life, who he was, and who he wants to be.
Ship, I was not a good person. I drank too much, and I hurt people for no reason. I was called a moof-milker once. Don't think I’ve ever seen a moof. I probably deserved it though.
Error: Cannot find moof
Tell me about it. I was more cowardly than a MSE Mouse droid. You know, I never won any of those fights I was in. Guess I’m not much of a fist fighter.
Command Accepted: Releasing MSE Mouse Droid.
Error: MSE Mouse Droid not available.
Huh, never knew this thing had a place for one of those things. Ship, I’m going to be a better person from here on. I'm going to help those in need, those who can't help themselves. It's the least I can do... after what I did.
Command accepted: Looking for someone in need.
Found: You are in need.
Tell me something I don't know. Though you aren't wrong. If I don't find some work, and soon, I won't be able to help anyone. You need a name ship, it's getting weird just calling you 'ship'. I'm going to call you 'The Asteri'. Nice ring to it.
Command accepted: Name changed to 'The Asteri'.
Wonderful. I guess I better do something with this Vibro-sword. I have the training to use it, but I would rather not have to fight, though I doubt I’ll be able to avoid every fight. Let’s hope I never have to use it. Asteri, plot a course to the nearest station. Let’s start looking for work.
Command Accepted: Plotting course to Corellia.
By the stars! I'll do it myself!
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Shortly after entering hyperspace, Charles found himself bored. He found a quiz on the hypernet.
What's this? A little quiz? Looks fun. It even thinks it can tell me all of my strengths and weaknesses? Well, nothing better to do. Asteri, quiz me!
Command Accepted: Question one: Which is stronger, the bantha or the nerfherder?
What kind of question is that? Asteri you better not be making these things up.
Answer Accepted: Asteri
Question two: How would you settle a fight?
That wasn't my answer! Whatever, I guess I would try to negotiate for those involved in the fighting.
Answer Accepted: Negotiate
Question Three: Negotiations have failed. A very angry twi'lek and her human companion are attempting to kill you. What do you do?
What in the stars is this quiz even about. Uh, I guess I would run and try to leave the planet.
Answer Accepted: Run
Question Four: You find a lost child on the street. He asks for a few credits. You are down to your last credits. What do you do?
That's more like it. I give the child half of my remaining credits and help the child find their parent.
Answer Accepted: Participate in Scam.
Question Five: You find yourself on a ship with an unknown AI. What do you do?
Haha, very funny Asteri. Cut it out and tell me what i got.
Answer Accepted: Cut it out.
Quiz complete.
Results:
You have average intelligence.
Your attempts at negotiation fail.
You are a coward that runs from fights.
You are gullible.
You have a hatred on on-board ship AIs.
Oh what the hell Asteri!
LIKES AND DISLIKES:
In hyperspace in route to the DSC Daedalus, Charles has found himself with excess free time. Below is a conversation he had with The Asteri.
I really hope there aren't any of those imperium bucketheads on the Daedalus. They give me the creeps. Not that those rebels are any better. That holier than thou attitude is enough to drive a man crazy!
Command Accepted: Checking for mental illness.
I don't want to know the results of that particular test. Let's just hope that we can find work on the Daedalus, you and I still have a mission to take care of. Any paying job will do. Mostly. I dont really want to have to kill anyone.
Scan Complete: Report deleted.
Well done Asteri. We should be dropping out of hyperspace soon, prepare to dock.
KILLS:
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
DUELING RING MATCHES:
GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES:
ROLE-PLAYS:
In hyperspace in route to the DSC Daedalus, Charles has found himself with excess free time. Below is a conversation he had with The Asteri.
I really hope there aren't any of those imperium bucketheads on the Daedalus. They give me the creeps. Not that those rebels are any better. That holier than thou attitude is enough to drive a man crazy!
Command Accepted: Checking for mental illness.
I don't want to know the results of that particular test. Let's just hope that we can find work on the Daedalus, you and I still have a mission to take care of. Any paying job will do. Mostly. I dont really want to have to kill anyone.
Scan Complete: Report deleted.
Well done Asteri. We should be dropping out of hyperspace soon, prepare to dock.
KILLS:
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
DUELING RING MATCHES:
GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES:
ROLE-PLAYS: