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Vash Corban
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Physical Appearance
Name: Vash Corban
Faction: Independent/Waste Rangers
Species: Human
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 150 Pounds
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Skin: Caucasian, but tanned
Distinguishing Features: A rough, poorly healed scar upon the left cheekbone.
Faction: Independent/Waste Rangers
Species: Human
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 150 Pounds
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Skin: Caucasian, but tanned
Distinguishing Features: A rough, poorly healed scar upon the left cheekbone.
Vash usually wears loose fitting, simple clothing that hangs on his shoulders low to help combat the heat of Zonju's suns. No matter what his outfit, whether it be nerf leather or synth-cloth, Vash is not without an old, beat-up pair of dogtags around his neck. These tags, bearing in worn-out indentation the name "Corban," once belonged to his father.
Attributes and Abilities
Strength: - 5 - Physically, Vash is no stronger or weaker than most men his age. While he may be a bit more on the athletic side in appearance, Vash is of average strength.
Dexterity: - 6 - Vash is quick on his feet and agile, although not significantly moreso than others. In a foot race, he's likely to win against the average man, and he usually hits what he's shooting. That said, he's no dancer in any sense, and a trained soldier will probably outperform him with a blaster.
Constitution: - 6 - There's no way around it; life on Zonju V breeds survivors. The harsh environments, constant abuse from thugs, and general lack of food makes sure that its citizens are hardy to say the least. Vash definitely fits the bill, and can take a few punches in a fight as well as deal with the extremes of the planet's climate.
Intelligence: - 4 - While Vash is by no means stupid, Zonju is not known for breeding scholars. While he can learn pretty quick when being taught, no one has yet to teach him much beyond what he needs to survive on the harsh world.
Wisdom: - 4 - Vash is young, and young on Zonju V generally means reckless. Impulsive and somewhat bold, he's not known for making the best of decisions.
Charisma: - 5 - Vash communicates as effectively as most others. While he does have a bit of a roguish charm, his oratory and general swagger don't add or detract from his ability to charm others.
Dexterity: - 6 - Vash is quick on his feet and agile, although not significantly moreso than others. In a foot race, he's likely to win against the average man, and he usually hits what he's shooting. That said, he's no dancer in any sense, and a trained soldier will probably outperform him with a blaster.
Constitution: - 6 - There's no way around it; life on Zonju V breeds survivors. The harsh environments, constant abuse from thugs, and general lack of food makes sure that its citizens are hardy to say the least. Vash definitely fits the bill, and can take a few punches in a fight as well as deal with the extremes of the planet's climate.
Intelligence: - 4 - While Vash is by no means stupid, Zonju is not known for breeding scholars. While he can learn pretty quick when being taught, no one has yet to teach him much beyond what he needs to survive on the harsh world.
Wisdom: - 4 - Vash is young, and young on Zonju V generally means reckless. Impulsive and somewhat bold, he's not known for making the best of decisions.
Charisma: - 5 - Vash communicates as effectively as most others. While he does have a bit of a roguish charm, his oratory and general swagger don't add or detract from his ability to charm others.
Survival: - Rule number one on Zonju V; survival of the fittest. Those who can't keep themselves alive, or who get themselves lost in a sandstorm or stranded without heat at night will die. For 20 years, Vash has lived on this world, and for 20 years, he's learned to endure its harsh environments and harsher inhabitants. Albeit not always the most wordly of people, you can be sure that if there's a way to live, Vash will find it.
Stealth: - Survival sometimes means not being seen. On Zonju V, knowing how to stay out of sight can mean the difference between seeing tomorrow, and being killed by roving gangs, wandering predators, or violent No-mans. It can also mean missing out on tomorrow's breakfast, given that often, Zonju's inhabitants must hunt to survive. Either way, Vash has a knack for staying hidden.
Marksmanship: - We've already gone over rule one on Zonju V; rule two is always have a blaster. Knowing how to shoot is as primary a skill as reading is on other planets, both to eat and to live. Vash follows the rules.
Repair: - Though not the most pertinent skill on Zonju, knowing how to maintain a weapon or patch a weld can keep one among the living in the desert. Not to mention, salvaging can help keep some spare credits in the pocket or buy one a room for the cold desert nights. By no means a mechanic, Vash knows enough to jury rig minor repairs or fix a busted blaster.
Piloting (Planetary): - Vehicles are not super common on Zonju, and when they are found, they are typically antiquated or archaic. Ground vehicles like trucks or rovers are all that he has experience with, although basic speeders can't be too much harder to pilot can they?
Stealth: - Survival sometimes means not being seen. On Zonju V, knowing how to stay out of sight can mean the difference between seeing tomorrow, and being killed by roving gangs, wandering predators, or violent No-mans. It can also mean missing out on tomorrow's breakfast, given that often, Zonju's inhabitants must hunt to survive. Either way, Vash has a knack for staying hidden.
Marksmanship: - We've already gone over rule one on Zonju V; rule two is always have a blaster. Knowing how to shoot is as primary a skill as reading is on other planets, both to eat and to live. Vash follows the rules.
Repair: - Though not the most pertinent skill on Zonju, knowing how to maintain a weapon or patch a weld can keep one among the living in the desert. Not to mention, salvaging can help keep some spare credits in the pocket or buy one a room for the cold desert nights. By no means a mechanic, Vash knows enough to jury rig minor repairs or fix a busted blaster.
Piloting (Planetary): - Vehicles are not super common on Zonju, and when they are found, they are typically antiquated or archaic. Ground vehicles like trucks or rovers are all that he has experience with, although basic speeders can't be too much harder to pilot can they?
Equipment and Possessions
6-2Aug2 Hunting Rifle - Besides the dog tags around his neck, the only gift Vash's father ever left him was this modified, but archaic slugthrower. Simple to maintain, the weapon is fitted with a mid-range scope, and is equally suited to scaring of vagabonds as hunting nerf and other game.
HSB-200 Hold-Out Blaster - A simple, easily concealable weapon, this old blaster pistol isn't the most powerful, but serves as a nice fall-back for those who think Vash an easy mark.
Combat Knife - A basic, rusty combat knife, possibly once military issue. While it is a bit aged, it still holds an edge, and fits nicely in Vash's boot.
HSB-200 Hold-Out Blaster - A simple, easily concealable weapon, this old blaster pistol isn't the most powerful, but serves as a nice fall-back for those who think Vash an easy mark.
Combat Knife - A basic, rusty combat knife, possibly once military issue. While it is a bit aged, it still holds an edge, and fits nicely in Vash's boot.
Basic Clothing - Vash's everyday apparel is functional and simple. Simple cloth shirts and trousers with rugged combat boots are the usual, sometimes accentuated by gobo, bantha or nerf leather vests, and much of the clothing appears to be outdated military fatigues. Nothing spectacular; light, durable, and unrestricting. When its called for, Vash also has various things necessary for survival in the Zonju deserts, or can make them; face-wraps, slit-eyed visors to block glare from the sun, and hand wraps to help protect his hands from the harsh sun.
Dog Tags - A pair of old, worn dog tags bearing the name "Corban" in rusted out embossment, these dog tags once belonged to Vash's father. Despite his rather vague memory of what kind of a man his father was, Vash prizes these for reasons unknown to even him. They sit on a rough chain around his neck at all times.
Dog Tags - A pair of old, worn dog tags bearing the name "Corban" in rusted out embossment, these dog tags once belonged to Vash's father. Despite his rather vague memory of what kind of a man his father was, Vash prizes these for reasons unknown to even him. They sit on a rough chain around his neck at all times.
Biography
Hope for the best, but prepare for the worst.
I don't know much about my past. I know I've lived my whole life on this here Maiden-forsaken rock of a planet. Mum once told me I looked just like my father...I wouldn't know. I ain't seen hide nor hair of his sorry soul since I was a boy. I remember he was there when I was born, did his time raisin' me to be a lad. Then one day, he just up and left, leaving me with this here rifle and his old dog tags from before the war. He was some kind of soldier, or somethin'. Came to Zonju to escape the fighting or some such. Shows how much good it did, considering he's probably off dead somewhere in the wastes. Enough about that sot.
Me? I was made for this druk. Before Mum died, she used to say she wished she could take me away from here, that I was meant for something better. Ain't no sense in crying over that; we play what hand we're given. So, feth it. Mum died, and I didn't. I'm still here, and ain't nothin' gonna change that save for a blaster shot in the back or my own hands. It's easy to live when you ain't got nothin' to lose.
I don't know much about my past. I know I've lived my whole life on this here Maiden-forsaken rock of a planet. Mum once told me I looked just like my father...I wouldn't know. I ain't seen hide nor hair of his sorry soul since I was a boy. I remember he was there when I was born, did his time raisin' me to be a lad. Then one day, he just up and left, leaving me with this here rifle and his old dog tags from before the war. He was some kind of soldier, or somethin'. Came to Zonju to escape the fighting or some such. Shows how much good it did, considering he's probably off dead somewhere in the wastes. Enough about that sot.
Me? I was made for this druk. Before Mum died, she used to say she wished she could take me away from here, that I was meant for something better. Ain't no sense in crying over that; we play what hand we're given. So, feth it. Mum died, and I didn't. I'm still here, and ain't nothin' gonna change that save for a blaster shot in the back or my own hands. It's easy to live when you ain't got nothin' to lose.
Roleplays
Better the Devil You Know... - Spoiled hunts, crashed ships, and violent murderers. Its been a hell of a day.
Participants: Livgardist
The Day of Salt and Water - This hellhole of a city may be made of druk, but its still my home. The Hutts want to take it from me, I don't need to be a ranger to give 'em hell first.
Participants: Hutt Cartel, Waste Rangers
Participants: Livgardist
The Day of Salt and Water - This hellhole of a city may be made of druk, but its still my home. The Hutts want to take it from me, I don't need to be a ranger to give 'em hell first.
Participants: Hutt Cartel, Waste Rangers
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