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Reese Everett
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PERSONALITY
The meaning of life, to Reese, is to give life meaning. His entire life had been laid out and dictated for him until his excommunication. He lives his life searching for something worth living for. Due to the early portion of his life, Reese is now a free spirit. He doesn't like being held down, delayed, or detained. He spent 18 years waiting, he wants to waste no more time! This, combined with his constant excitement, can make him come off as impatience or even borderline hyperactive at times. Reese was closed away for a long time, and now that he has been freed he loves interacting with the world around him. Don't bring him to a museums because there is a zero percent chance of him not touching the exhibits. He is fascinated by things some people see every day, but is new to him.
Reese has a strong sense of wanderlust. With so many places to see, he doesn't know why anyone would want to stay in one place on purpose. He is a true adventurer in his heart and actively seeks out exciting new experiences. Reese is very interested in love. He spent very little time around his peers in his life, and doesn't fully understand it. People around him joke about how he falls in love with a new woman every day. He could see a stranger and be attracted to her, then mistakes that feeling for love and rattles on to his comrades about how many kids they will have until another stranger walks past.
AGE: 23 [/TD][TD]
SPECIES: Human[/TD][TD][/TD][/TR1]
GENDER: Male [/TD] [TD][/TD] [TD]
WEIGHT:205lbs [/TD] [TD][/TD] [TD]
HEIGHT: 6’2” [/TD] [TD][/TD] [TD]
PLANET OF BIRTH: Naboo [/TD] [TD][/TD] [TD]
FORCE SENSITIVE? Yes, unbeknownst to him [/TD] [TR1][/TR1] [TR1]
FACTION: N/A[/TD][TD][/TD][/TR1]
RANK: N/A [/TD] [TD][/TD] [TD]
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: His left hand and forearm are missing, instead replaced with a black durasteel prosthetic. Signet ring bearing the Seravel crest, held by the heir of the family. [/TD][/TR1]
[FANCYBOX2]Appearance[/FANCYBOX2]
Reese has chiseled, noble features, especially his chin and nose. His dark brown hair is just long enough to cover his amber eyes if unkempt, and short below his ears. He tucks his wavy bangs behind his ears, but a few rogue strands always seem to hang over his forehead.
Reese wears several layers of clothing depending on his environment. He owns worn beige breeches and a white buttoned under shirt. Over them he puts his leather belt, a hand width wide and filled with whatever he can put in it. It holds his Vibrosword and the holster for his gun, albeit the latter hangs lower on his leg. The belt is also attached to a leather harness so that the belt doesn't say his songs or have to be buckled tighter than a corset. The next layer is a moss green jacket with leather armour pieces stitched into the shoulders and elbows. These are thick enough to be considered light armour, but only in these specified places. Next are his thick leather gloves which make him look like an amateur falconer. These are also thick enough to A) be considered light armour, B) hide all traces of his prosthetic, and C) contain a commlink. Finally he bears a forest green cloak that wraps around his shoulders and collar before falling behind him. If necessary, he can wrap it around his face but not cover his whole body.
[fancybox2]History[/fancybox2]
Born Bran Several, Reese grew up on Naboo, a picturesque planet teeming with colours and many different forms of life. Reese grew up among those who many would be considered the lowliest, cruelest, and most despicable life forms known to the galaxy. Aristocrats.
Through clever investments, arranged marriages, careful business planning, and patience, the Seraval’s secured themselves a spot at the Upper Class Table of Naboo, and it didn’t look like they were going anywhere soon. He was born with many privileges that more unlucky individuals could only dream of achieving throughout their whole lives. At the age of fourteen he had already sat in on a session of the Monarch’s court. Reese had everything. Lavish food, a wonderful Theed mansion, servants to do his bidding, and anything he wanted he could receive within a few days without question.
Reese despised this. He had never felt achievement or pride in his own actions. In fact, his actions had little value at all. His life consisted of the same boring days of proper manners, schooling, and polite conversation. Sometimes on weekends the family would go to a party. It would have wonderful lights and pleasant food, but Reese usually found himself following his mother around the party. It was here, though, that he met his first real taste of “friends”. Occasionally at these parties there would be other boys or girls, clinging to their mothers dress or their fathers pants, head barely poking out past. These rare interactions with his peers are what Reese lived for in those days.
Through clever investments, arranged marriages, careful business planning, and patience, the Seraval’s secured themselves a spot at the Upper Class Table of Naboo, and it didn’t look like they were going anywhere soon. He was born with many privileges that more unlucky individuals could only dream of achieving throughout their whole lives. At the age of fourteen he had already sat in on a session of the Monarch’s court. Reese had everything. Lavish food, a wonderful Theed mansion, servants to do his bidding, and anything he wanted he could receive within a few days without question.
Reese despised this. He had never felt achievement or pride in his own actions. In fact, his actions had little value at all. His life consisted of the same boring days of proper manners, schooling, and polite conversation. Sometimes on weekends the family would go to a party. It would have wonderful lights and pleasant food, but Reese usually found himself following his mother around the party. It was here, though, that he met his first real taste of “friends”. Occasionally at these parties there would be other boys or girls, clinging to their mothers dress or their fathers pants, head barely poking out past. These rare interactions with his peers are what Reese lived for in those days.
When Reese was twelve, he met one of these peers at a party. A girl named Ellis, one year his senior. She was the daughter of the owner of a prosperous shipyard and potential business partner for the Seraval family. Reese’s mother insisted that they speak again, since “their children took such a liking to each other”. During this meeting, Reese and Ellis were not allowed in the same room as their parents. He led her around the grounds, and during this time a ferocious argument sparked. Implications became snide comments, and snide comments became insults, and insults became screaming. Amidst the fury and fighting, Reese’s feelings overtook him and a bright flash emanated from his hands with a sound like the crack of a whip. Ellis covers her eyes, temporarily blinded, and began to wail. She retreated, bumping and stumbling blindly until a servant helped her to her father’s room. Ellis immediately appeared at her father’s side, muttering about her pained eyes and Reese. When her father asked if Reese had injured her, Ellis said yes.
The business meeting was over that instant. The Seraval family lost a hopeful business opportunity, and it was all Reese’s fault. He felt the full wrath of his parents, but never once in any of his explanations did he tell the truth of what happened. Instead, he simply said he threw sand in her eyes because they were arguing. He lived his life hating the ability, known to others as the Force Flash. He knew he had no hold over it, and it could appear at any time. Its disastrous potential caused him to live in constant fear of it. But sometimes, on rare nights when sleep is nonexistent and the clock moves as fast as Hutts move, a curious Reese would summon he ability in his dark bedroom. Each time it would knock him back onto his bed, seeing stars and fireworks behind his eyelids. He would scurry back under the covers and try to sleep, as if the ability was an unseen person who was trying to hurt him.
The business meeting was over that instant. The Seraval family lost a hopeful business opportunity, and it was all Reese’s fault. He felt the full wrath of his parents, but never once in any of his explanations did he tell the truth of what happened. Instead, he simply said he threw sand in her eyes because they were arguing. He lived his life hating the ability, known to others as the Force Flash. He knew he had no hold over it, and it could appear at any time. Its disastrous potential caused him to live in constant fear of it. But sometimes, on rare nights when sleep is nonexistent and the clock moves as fast as Hutts move, a curious Reese would summon he ability in his dark bedroom. Each time it would knock him back onto his bed, seeing stars and fireworks behind his eyelids. He would scurry back under the covers and try to sleep, as if the ability was an unseen person who was trying to hurt him.
At the age of nineteen, Reese’s parents were preparing for him to leave the house. Reese had no objection to this, if anything he believed it to be late. He was four years past a man, but his parents kept him secured within the house at most times. He was horrified to find out that his leaving of the house would only be approved under the circumstance that he was wedding a woman of their choice. Their intent was to create a valuable business relationship with the parents of his wife, whoever she may be. Reese was disgusted in his parents at the new rule, hardly able to believe that they could objectify him so. He was a person, not property or resources to be traded and sold! He absolutely refused, and got into a heated argument with his parents. Memories of how his argument with Ellis ended, Reese feared that the flash would make another appearance, this one even more disastrous. He instead decided to stomp out of the building and take a speeder to town. But where would he go? The speeder couldn’t run all day. Theed’s largest cantina sparkled with colourful lights and signs, inviting him to forget his sorrows within. He parked his speeder outside, and met the middle class for the first time.
Strange creatures lay within! Men twice or height or only up to his knees. A bartender with twice as many arms with him. A bartender with no hair, but two tendrils starting at the back of her head. Men with scales, skin, gills, claws, and tails! He had never met another species before, other than the very rare servant of another race. The experience was exhilarating and exciting to him. He stumbled around, eyes flickering around the room, rattling off hurried greetings in every language he knew. He eventually made his way to the bar beside a friendly Zabrak, who insisted she pay for his first few bar drinks of his life. One drink has a way of turning into four. Four drinks have a way of turning into many more. At two in the morning, Reese was kicked out of the bar and forced to drive home.
Luckily for Reese, he made it back to his family’s mansion in one piece. When he entered, his parents were waiting for him in the study. They were extremely displeased with his, “immature and shameful choice”. Reese went to sleep that day very pleased. His parents hadn’t seen him as an asset to their company, he was their son. Sons made mistakes, and parents scolded them for it. For the first time, his parents felt like real parents. His entire life before, they had felt more like guardians, landlords, or most of all his bosses. This is why he returned to the same bar every day for a week after.
Strange creatures lay within! Men twice or height or only up to his knees. A bartender with twice as many arms with him. A bartender with no hair, but two tendrils starting at the back of her head. Men with scales, skin, gills, claws, and tails! He had never met another species before, other than the very rare servant of another race. The experience was exhilarating and exciting to him. He stumbled around, eyes flickering around the room, rattling off hurried greetings in every language he knew. He eventually made his way to the bar beside a friendly Zabrak, who insisted she pay for his first few bar drinks of his life. One drink has a way of turning into four. Four drinks have a way of turning into many more. At two in the morning, Reese was kicked out of the bar and forced to drive home.
Luckily for Reese, he made it back to his family’s mansion in one piece. When he entered, his parents were waiting for him in the study. They were extremely displeased with his, “immature and shameful choice”. Reese went to sleep that day very pleased. His parents hadn’t seen him as an asset to their company, he was their son. Sons made mistakes, and parents scolded them for it. For the first time, his parents felt like real parents. His entire life before, they had felt more like guardians, landlords, or most of all his bosses. This is why he returned to the same bar every day for a week after.
On the seventh day, everything went wrong. His “friendly” Zabrak companion had a new suggestion, an orange powder she called Spice. Fresh off the last ship from Kessel. Reese grew up far from the harsh realities of the world, and his ignorance eagerly accepted the new experience. The effect was almost immediate. Hallucinations filled his brain, mostly wild animals set to kill. He began to panic and was escorted out of the bar in front of confused patrons and one very amused Zabrak. He stumbled around the streets without any direction. The effects of the drug had far from worn off, and most of the pedestrians must have thought him a madman with his strange actions and muttering. He stopped at a dumpster for no reason other than an overwhelming sense of nausea. When he leaned over the edge, his family signet ring slipped off his sweaty finger. Even in his dazed state, when Reese felt the rumble he knew this was no ordinary dumpster, it was a compactor which crushed its collection of garbage regularly throughout the day until a truck could collect it.
Reese frantically searched for the ring while the walls closed in. He was high, drunk, dazed, panicked, and in no condition to be finding needles in haystacks. Or rather, priceless family heirlooms in trash piles. He didn’t properly comprehend how close the walls were when he finally grasped his fist around the ring. It was too late, and the walls crushed half of his arm to smithereens.
Reese frantically searched for the ring while the walls closed in. He was high, drunk, dazed, panicked, and in no condition to be finding needles in haystacks. Or rather, priceless family heirlooms in trash piles. He didn’t properly comprehend how close the walls were when he finally grasped his fist around the ring. It was too late, and the walls crushed half of his arm to smithereens.
Reese managed to stumble back to his speeder, a feat in itself. Clutching his mangled hand within his clothes, the speeder sped up to his house as fast as he dared. When he knocked on the front door, both of his parents answered. They saw their only son dirty, covered in garbage, possessing a mangled hand, reeking of alcohol and with bloodshot eyes that gave away his previous high. They immediately closed the door in his face. The message was clear. He had received many warnings, and outright ignored them, now he would be ignored.
Cursing and grumbling, Reese returned to the speeder. He flew down to a place he had seen many times on his trips to and from the bar. He pulled up to Theed’s best metal prosthetic shop with a mangled hand and demanded the best replacement they had. The shopkeeper noticed the Seraval family crest upon the ring and immediately recognized him as a man of importance. He was rushed to the front of the waiting list and operated on immediately. He was given a high quality and durability prosthetic. The shopkeeper was eager to collect on the expensive surgery, but when Reese tried to access his account to pay for it the transaction failed. His parents had closed access to all of his accounts.?"
Cursing and grumbling, Reese returned to the speeder. He flew down to a place he had seen many times on his trips to and from the bar. He pulled up to Theed’s best metal prosthetic shop with a mangled hand and demanded the best replacement they had. The shopkeeper noticed the Seraval family crest upon the ring and immediately recognized him as a man of importance. He was rushed to the front of the waiting list and operated on immediately. He was given a high quality and durability prosthetic. The shopkeeper was eager to collect on the expensive surgery, but when Reese tried to access his account to pay for it the transaction failed. His parents had closed access to all of his accounts.?"
As you might expect, shopkeepers tend to be rather annoyed when you purchase a product worth thousands of credits and don’t pay them. Reese was given two choices. He could either have the attached prosthetic ripped off of his limb and probably take sections of his arm with it before the burly shopkeeper actually kicked him so hard he would fly out the front door, or he could work it off. Reese chose to work it off.
After initial emotions had died down, Reese had a chance to sit down and speak with the shopkeeper. He explained his situation, and after that his new employer was slightly more reasonable. He could provide him with meals and a bed at the shop, but it would come out of his paycheck and make his debt stick around for a lot longer. Reese graciously accepted and began his first day of work.
Reese was very excited to work. Seems strange, to most citizens of the galaxy providing for yourself is a chore. It was a different story for Reese, who had barely felt a sense of achievement in his life. Since he was born, everything he could every need or want was provided without question. He enjoyed every minute of working, even if it was hauling heavy raw materials from the shipyard. It felt nice to be challenged, and to get a reward for it. An additional bonus was that the physical labour helped break in his prosthetic, and in no time it was an extension of his body. The owners noticed his pleasant attitude and excellent work ethic, and Reese soon upgraded from despised debt worker to respected colleague. They even taught him how to maintain his own prosthetic.
He worked there for over a year and paid off his debt completely. When he had enough money to spare, he began making purchases for himself. A blaster here, a new coat there, it felt even better than earning money going towards his prosthetic. Soon he was a fully fledged member of society with a thousand saved credits and his own set of belongings. It was here that he left his job in the prosthetic shop for a job as a crew on a starship. It was at this point that he changed his name to Reese Everett. He created a new identity to symbolically start a new life. He left Naboo for the first time and began to work on a ship that delivers both supply and information between every corner of space.
After initial emotions had died down, Reese had a chance to sit down and speak with the shopkeeper. He explained his situation, and after that his new employer was slightly more reasonable. He could provide him with meals and a bed at the shop, but it would come out of his paycheck and make his debt stick around for a lot longer. Reese graciously accepted and began his first day of work.
Reese was very excited to work. Seems strange, to most citizens of the galaxy providing for yourself is a chore. It was a different story for Reese, who had barely felt a sense of achievement in his life. Since he was born, everything he could every need or want was provided without question. He enjoyed every minute of working, even if it was hauling heavy raw materials from the shipyard. It felt nice to be challenged, and to get a reward for it. An additional bonus was that the physical labour helped break in his prosthetic, and in no time it was an extension of his body. The owners noticed his pleasant attitude and excellent work ethic, and Reese soon upgraded from despised debt worker to respected colleague. They even taught him how to maintain his own prosthetic.
He worked there for over a year and paid off his debt completely. When he had enough money to spare, he began making purchases for himself. A blaster here, a new coat there, it felt even better than earning money going towards his prosthetic. Soon he was a fully fledged member of society with a thousand saved credits and his own set of belongings. It was here that he left his job in the prosthetic shop for a job as a crew on a starship. It was at this point that he changed his name to Reese Everett. He created a new identity to symbolically start a new life. He left Naboo for the first time and began to work on a ship that delivers both supply and information between every corner of space.
Reese's courier ship made a fatal end in the Randon system. The pay was good to deliver information around the planet, mainly to the capital city of Sardonis. War was inevitable, but when they got there the war and started early. A missile shot down their ship, leaving Reese as the only survivor. He crawled from the wreckage and was picked up by soldiers from the Aegis Defense Inc., ADI. He joined them, given a gun by the experienced soldiers, and fought beside them to free the city. They managed to fight off the offenders, but Reese didn't stay with the group. Instead he took a supply ship to Coruscant, where something else was happening...
[fancybox2] STRENGTHS: [/fancybox2]
-Reese was raised in higher society, and can fit in perfectly at the most formal of parties. He knows the highest of manners, and is proficient in several ballroom-type dances
-Reese has formal schooling in the subjects of Literature, Art, History, Mathematics, and Science.
-His metal arm provides some advantages due to its lack of feeling. For example, Reese could reach and turn a lever that was spewing hot steam with ease.
-Reese is skilled with a sword in Form I: Shii-Cho
-The nature of Shii-Cho training allows Reese to fight in an unpredictable style that sometimes seems almost drunken.
[fancybox2] WEAKNESSES: [/fancybox2]
-Reese’s lack of any sensation on his prosthetic arm seriously puts him back. It’s hard for him to handle tiny objects with it when he can’t feel them in his hand; he could drop them without even knowing.
-Reese has very few assets. His parents were his whole life, and they have turned their back on him. He knows a pathetic amount of people, and cannot ask for assistance or asylum of them. If he died, few people would miss him. His belongings are little more than what is on his person.
-Reese is not a trained killer at all. He has no stomach for death or injuries, and can't hold a candle to the big leagues.
[fancybox2]SWORD FORMS[/fancybox2]
During his time as a noble, Reese was traditionally taught the art of swordsmanship. After his basic training was complete, his teacher chose to specialize him in Shii-Cho. Even though Reese was trained to use a sword and would most likely never see a lightsaber in his life, his teacher explained that Shii-Cho was developed in a period when its forefathers were transitioning from metal blades to lightsabers. They share the same principle, and many of the lightsaber stances and manoeuvres within Shii-Cho remain unchanged from their metal sword precursors. Reese trained in this for a moderate amount of time. He could easily best any newcomer in swordsmanship, but could not hope to stand against an expert.
[fancybox2]FORCE POWERS[/fancybox2]
The force flash is a force power in which the user’s body releases a flash of light that can blind or stun nearby people based on the skill level of the user. Some more expert practitioners could even disable security cameras. At a young age, Reese performed a successful Force Flash fueled by emotions of anger and frustration. With curious but clandestine practice sessions on late nights within his room, Reese learned how to perform the skill on command. His on command use of the power results in a weak flash of light that, even with direct eyesight, will have a single user back to full eyesight within a minute. When fueled with powerful emotions, however, Reese is capable of rendering multiple targets (with direct eye contact) blinded for one minute and blinking stars out of their eyes for two more. Reese has never told anyone about this ability, and has no intention to. He himself has no idea that it is formed from a connection with the force. Regardless of strength, Reese can only muster the focus and energy to perform this task once before he needs a long period of time to rest or refocus.
[fancybox2]GEAR[/fancybox2]
Reese’s most trusted weapon is a vibrosword given to him by his swords master within his mansion. It bears a single edged, meter long black with a black rubber grip over a gold handle. It’s always found hooked onto his belt. A sonic generator within the handle causes the blade to vibrate at incredible speeds, which can turn a glancing blow into a gaping cut. Like most swords at this time, it was made with a cortosis weave that allows it to block lightsaber blades.
A handheld plasma cutter is his most widely used tool. A scaled down version of a manufacturing industry staple, the plasma cutter shoots an accelerated jet of super-hot plasma to cut through conductive materials. Due to its decreased size and portable nature, much is sacrificed in strength compared to its cousin. What an industrial plasma cutter could breeze through in moments takes the handheld version a minute. It also has difficulty cutting through anything bigger than a sheet, and can’t cut through metal more than two inches thick. It is mostly used for small repairs, and takes a mere ten seconds to warm up.
An EB-4 Blaster Combat Pistol, or informally, the backup plan. It was given to him when he was first employed at Aegis, fresh off the line. This basic gun is in expensive and common, and more of a training niche to Reese than anything. He knows he cannot handle and maintain large, expensive blaster until he has more experience with them, not to mention a better shot. It boasts a 14 round magazine which can shot accurately within 40 meters. It also has a stun setting available within a range of ten meters. In a belt pouch Reese keeps a flashlight attachment for use at night.
A utility knife is Reese’s main access to both his prosthetic arm and panels of his ship. It is filled with screwdriver heads, a small knife, can opener for those late night ship meals, a bottle opener for when a job is finally done, and more.
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