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Willi Prescott
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SPECIES: Zeltron/Human
HOME PLANET: Zeltros
HEIGHT: 5'11"
WEIGHT: 187
EYE COLOR: Light Green
HAIR COLOR: Brown
SKIN COLOR: Pinkish-Beige
FACTION: None
RANK: None
LEVEL: 1
FORCE SENSITIVE: Unconfirmed
"There are two types of men in the galaxy:
Pilots and government bureaucrats.
You can be told how to live. Quote another person's virtues, dogma, and lessons.
Or you can have two hands on the dash of your freighter. One foot holding an electrical circuit into place. The other propped up on your co-pilot's chair. And nothing to steer you in any direction other than your own. The galaxy isn't explored and discovered by blindly following in the footsteps of others.
It's discovered by forging your own."
Court of Exchequer
Royal Palace
Alderaan
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Alderaan
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BIOGRAPHY[fancybox2]Pilot. Businessman. Merchant. Smuggler. Explorer.
The life of Willi L. Prescott is as colorful as the story of his conception on Zeltros - a story several dozen Zeltron and one lucky human could tell you about, but one which is now more or less inconsequential to the young renegade. Born to a Zeltron mother, Lathia, and an unknown and absent human father, Willi spent his formative years on the beautiful ocean world of Zeltros. The young half-human had a proper Zeltron upbringing, but felt himself drawn at a young age to the wind-powered power skiffs that challenged many off world visitors. At the age of 16 the young Willi became a performer, traveling with one of the galaxy-famous ocean cruise ships which employed many a young skiff riders.
While Zeltrons themselves are known for their pursuit of pleasure, Willi's attention was always captivated by the idea of explorations and very fast, and often life threatening, transportation. It was what allowed the young man to thrive on the crashing deep oceans of Zeltros, and what beckoned him away from his homeworld towards and unexplored galaxy and untold adventures. At 18, the young man took a job as a hand on a large cargo freighter bound to Alderaan. It was here that Willi took on his last name, Prescott, and further developed his taste to seek out new adventures among the stars.
Life aboard a freighter, however, held more untold boredom than exploration. Having applied his quick reaction speed and daring mindset from his ocean skiff days, he became a competent pilot, although he often sought to push his craft beyond their reasonable limits. Tiring of these limits and that of a freighter hand, Willi signed on to become a test pilor for a private Alderaanian company at the age of 20. Quite unfortunately, he tested one too many of these craft beyond their approved limits. The resulting crash injured four and completely destroyed the top floor of an office building on the outskirts of Alderaan's new financial district. The subsequent legal action caused the company to fire the young Zeltron, although not before three and half years of legal disputes, his quote during one of which was widely circulated on Alderaan - albeit miscredited to the company's CEO. Willi later described the event quite informative, however. He had never meant to risk anything other than himself in his pursuit, and he was happy to see those injured receive healthy compensation from his former employer.
Having quite enough of Alderaan after it held him through the legal battles, Willi set out as the pilot for a private investor's new "Private Markets" enterprise. The pay was good, and the risk high, for these pseudo-smuggling jobs. However, when the private investor, captain, and two of his fellow crew were gunned down by a competitor smuggler's hired gun, Willi learned an important lesson on making friends and enemies. Dropping off the remaining other three crewmen as they quarreled among themselves over the ship's rights, Willi decided to do business only for himself from then on out. No boss, no crew, no mess - as he could choose his own contracts and loads.
Not quick to a blaster, Willi continued to quietly grow better as his craft - as a pilot, as a smooth talking business man, and as an explorer of new places, people, and experiences.
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DEVELOPMENT[fancybox4="http://www.startrek.com/legacy_media/images/200412/tng-130-okona-robinson/320x240.jpg"]Looking to roleplay with Captain Willi Prescott? Pm @TAC to discuss your own idea or one of the development ideas below. All species, factions, and writers are welcome!
- Employers looking to hire Captain Prescott for smuggling/transportation
- Other vagabonds looking to do vagabond activities (within Willi's strict moral code)
- Characters of severe alignment which can challenge Willi's aforementioned strict moral code
- Any character interested in running to the Free-spirited Willi in any location, time, place that would be beneficial for both characters' development!
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