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VICTOR J. RAMSAY
| GIVEN NAME | Ramsay, J. Victor | D.O.B. | 993 ABY |
| HEIGHT | 5'11"/180cm | WEIGHT | 160lbs/72.57kg |
| ORIGIN | Corellia | RACE | Human/Corellian |
| ALLIANCE | Rebellion | FORCE SENSITIVE | Yes |
| SEXUAL PREF. | Homosexual | ALIAS(ES) | Vic |
| Str. ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌ | Over half a decade in the Imperial Navy bore into Victor's psyche a head for fitness; despite his discharge years ago, he maintains a well-oiled fitness regimen that provides an impressive level of raw physical strength. |
| Dex. ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌ | An unequivocal must for starfighter pilots, Victor's motor function and visual acuity are top notch, honed by years in the cockpit. This translates seamlessly into other areas, such as marksmanship and hand-to-hand combat. |
| Con. ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌ | Often a heavy drinker, Victor's sleep schedule is somewhat unreliable at best. Though he's learned to function startlingly well whilst hung over, the sauce keeps him a couple notches below where his physical prime ought to be. |
| Int. ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌ | Being a crack pilot is no mean feat, and mental fortitude is a must. Victor is a virtual savant behind a yoke and throttle, and being both literate and well-read has contributed to this skillset. In his down time, Victor appreciates the finer aspects of life: vintage wine, artwork, and classic novels - and dabbles in a bit of brushwork himself. |
| Wis. ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌ | Not quite pensioner age yet, Victor has his fair share of lessons left to learn - though, despite the odds (and whether in spite of a lack of wisdom or due to an excess of it is a reasonable inquiry) the flyboy's developed a habit of staying alive, and it's served him well. |
| Cha. ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌ | Victor Ramsay never did fit in with the dull, iron-spine'd employees that he met in the Imperial Navy; somewhere near flamboyant, he is as charming as he is aggressive. A sweet talker and joker, you're either drawn towards Victor or you loath him with a passion. |
| Piloting ▌▌▌▌▌ | Stealth ▌▌▌▌▌ | Blasters (Pistols) ▌▌▌▌▌ | Blasters (Rifles) ▌▌▌▌▌ |
| Cardio ▌▌▌▌▌ | Tumbling ▌▌▌▌▌ | First-Aid ▌▌▌▌▌ | Persuasion ▌▌▌▌▌ |
| Pugilism ▌▌▌▌▌ | Swimming ▌▌▌▌▌ | Tactics, Mil. ▌▌▌▌▌ | Tactics, Space Combat ▌▌▌▌▌ |
| Lang. (Basic) ▌▌▌▌▌ | Lang. (Shyriiwook) ▌▌▌▌▌ | Lang. ("Astromech") ▌▌▌▌▌ | Art (Painting) ▌▌▌▌▌ |
| Weapons | * Heavy blaster pistol, 25 round mag * Compact hold-out blaster, 8 round mag * Pilot's survival knife |
| Droids | * R3-9C, "Arthur/Artie," Astromech Droid |
| Starcraft | * T-67 X-Wing Starfighter (Used on an as-needed basis; property of the Rebellion) * KDY R-12 "Razorback" Starfighter ("On loan" from Kuat Drive Yards) |
| Misc. | * Heavy blaster pistol mag, 3 * Compact hold-out blaster pistol mag, 2 |
| Just about average height and weight, with a physique comprised of hardy muscle, Victor Ramsay tends not to stick out in a crowd - though, with a closer look, one might note that he is a reasonably handsome man. Sleek black hair, maintained in a short and pleasant cut, mixes nicely with a well-groomed five o'clock shadow. Shrewd eyes - somewhere between slate grey and ice blue - are set firmly into a sharp face. Whilst his attire changes, there are two constants: a weatherworn brown leather jacket with a red kerchief tied about the right bicep, and a worn leather gun belt with a heavy blaster pistol and a handful of magazines jammed therein. |
| Victor is a complex man; to attempt to describe him with succinct lines of type or catchy turns of phrase would undoubtedly be a disservice to the man. He is, at times, stoic and pensive, thoughtful in excess; others, flamboyant and charismatic, the indefatigable life of the party. He might proffer a courageous and inspiring monologue before a battle - and then maintain a hard-nosed sense of professionalism during the skirmish. Victor Ramsay can be abrasive, harsh, brusque, and rude; Victor Ramsay can be affectionate, loving, kind, and neighborly. He is a man of many faces, prone to 180° at the drop of a hat. Amongst his compatriots and colleagues, however, one thing is agreed upon: once Victor Ramsay is indebted to you, or befriends you, he is your man unto death. |
| Bequeathed unto a prostitute and her John, Victor is certain of only one thing about his origins - that he is a Corellian. Brash, proud, courageous and grating - don't tell him the odds, and don't challenge him to a game of Sabacc unless you're fond of lightening your wallet. Corellian heritage aside, a young Victor Ramsay was home to nowhere; raised in a care center throughout his adolescence and then fleeing into the galaxy at large at the ripe old age of ten standard years, Vic's never managed to quit running. Spaceport to spaceport, job to job, Victor grew up in the vacuum of space and in seedy back alleys, brought up and educated by smugglers, slicers, and guns-for-hire in the darker, danker pits of the universe. In 1,010 ABY - now a ripping, roaring teenager - Victor knew how to squeeze a blaster, zero out a rifle, and had established himself as a damned prodigy in the cockpit. He could cut cards, forge identification papers, and had a black of shady contacts a mile wide. Incidentally, Victor also discovered that he, by far and large, preferred the company of men - particularly in the saddle. A string of one night stands, and even the occasional boyfriend, bestowed upon Victor an appreciation for literature and art. A particularly lengthy relationship (uncommon, for certain, in Vic's world) even left him with a respectable comprehension of Shyriiwook - and no, it was not what you were thinking just now. The year that Victor Ramsay turned twenty, the Imperium cemented its dominance over the galaxy by sacking and retaking Coruscant from the Galactic Alliance. Weary of the life of a freelancer, Victor saw a unique challenge and reasonable prospects with the Imperial Navy - and enlisted straightaway. Did the young man agree with the ideals or the policies of the Imperium? No, not particularly - but nobody was ever around to instill a strong sense of morality in Victor Ramsay. Victor excelled in the Navy - no, he more than excelled - Victor was born to be a dogfighter. Hard work, determination, raw talent and a lot of luck saw Victor Ramsay in the cockpit of a QIE Triple-S Starfighter within three months. Despite his lowly status, Vic proved himself to his superiors and squadron mates time and time again, racking up more and more victories and always volunteering for the most dangerous assignments. The brash young Corellian developed a bit of a reputation as a daredevil with a death wish, and slowly but surely made his way through the ranks. At twenty-six, Private Victor Ramsay had transformed into Corporal Victor Ramsay, the consummate professional and an unbelievable starfighter pilot with a panache for danger and the unexpected. Corporal Ramsay was on his way to a promotion, being groomed for command in the Naval Administration - when the life he had known for over half a decade came tumbling down around his ears. Designated as the primary training cadre non-commissioned officer, Victor found himself pushing his flight jockeys to be as reckless and bold as he was himself. Predictably, this did not end well. In fact, overextending his rookies led to a dishonorable discharge - during a particularly risky, off-the-books training run designed by Ramsay himself, two young students were injured. More importantly, they destroyed Imperial property - two QIE Triple-S Starfighters - and, as their training officer, Corporal Ramsay was held responsible. Negligence of his duties and destruction of military property lead to a discharge and unemployment, and Vic found himself wandering the stars yet again. Not eager to return to the life of a smuggler, Victor took up gainful employment as a transport escort and system defense officer with Kuat Drive Yards. He was commissioned his own KDY R-12 Razorback - and, as the Razorback is a one-man, one-droid craft, the former Corporal, now Security Officer Ramsay purchased a slightly dated Astromech droid: R3-9C, or Arthur/Artie, affectionately. The two made fast friends, Artie having developed quite the personality due to a lack of memory sweeps, and Victor distinguished himself as a model employee. The occasional riff-raff troubled the ships under his protection - pirates, mostly - but, even when vastly outnumbered, Victor's superior training and innate talent lent him the upper hand. He spent two years working for KDY, maintaining an apartment on Corellia and some semblance of a life. Somewhere between twenty-nine and thirty, though, Victor Ramsay decided that his life had become far too dull: crashing the party at a seedy Mid Rim smuggler's dive - his favorite sort of place - Ramsay was confronted by a man with an offer. A rebellion had broken out, a revolution was on the way, and they needed more bodies - especially anybody with combat experience. Hell - why not take a chance? |
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