Post by SomeGuyNamedBob on Jul 6, 2020 17:05:54 GMT
Pax’tal Sho
Born: on a Moisture Farm, in the deserts of Tatooine.
Age: 16
Class: Bounty Hunter
Skill 1: Mechanics
Skill 2: Ranged Light Weapons
Skill 3: Demolitions
Current Gear: BlasTech T-6 "Thunderer" modified; Reinforced heat-sink Barrel. One thermal Grenade, One flash grenade, One med pack, Beskar Knife, Stun Cuffs, Jet pack.
Current Armor: Durasteel armor handed down to Pax from Gal Vera, reforged to fit him.
Current Artifact(s): One Mandalorian Stim [Nonrefillable], One Artysuan Crystal [For Sale].
Favorite Drink(s): 1. Ne'tra Gal [Black Ale]
Favorite Food(s): Bantha Steak- Medium Well.
Likes: Credits, Guns, Combat Tech, Adventure.
Dislikes: Killing without honor, Tuskan Raiders [Deeply rooted], Force users [Distrust].
Bio:
Pax’tal was born into a family of moisture farmers on the outskirts of Anchorhead. The last born of three children, Pax grew up with strong family ties. Though they worked hard, everyday, their family struggled to feed the entire family with the meager wages such a valuable resource brought them. The lack of proper nutrients left Pax with a rather small build, making him a target of bullying by the kids in the city when they visited to deliver water. Their infrastructure was outdated, and due to Pax’s father’s alcohol abuse, they never had the funds available to catch up with the competition.
Being so far away from the major civilization, left their farm exposed to constant raids from and aggravated Tuskan Raider clan that claimed an inherent possession of the land the farm was on. Being at constant threat meant every member of the family needed to know how to shoot. On his 10th birthday, Pax received the first weapon every member of the family learned to shoot with. An obsolete model of a basic hold out blaster. It didn’t pack the most punch but it was a good gun to practice your aim. His drunk father would stress the importance of the weapon into Pax, using his unorthodox methods of verbal abuse.
It wasn’t long before the Tuskan Raiders mustered a large enough party to raid the farm during the night. Due to his small stature, Pax was able to hide himself in a small crevice. The rest of his family, however, were not as lucky. As the raider’s began their assault, Pax’s oldest sibling, his brother, was shot down by the first shot. As his mother and father scrambled to get the guns ready, Pax’s sister directed Pax to hide, before joining their parents in the defense of the farm. One by one, the rest of his family was shot down or pummeled to death in front of Pax’tal’s eyes. Forced to watch, his heart shattered and his rage grew.
After the Tuskan’s were finished rummaging through the belongings of the family, taking any food source and all the remaining water the vapor farms had made before they destroyed them. Pax emerged from the smoky remains, and dropped to his knees before the burnt remains of his family. As he wept, he cursed the Tuskan people, swearing that he would one day return the favor. He scoured the smoldering remains for anything he could use or sell. He found very little, a few canned goods, and some loose credits, but he stumbled upon his father's speeder, seemingly untouched by the raid. He hoped on to it after priming the old engine. Firing it up, he sped off in the direction of Anchorhead, hoping that someone would show pity on him and provide aid. As he began to see the silhouette of the city in the light of the rising sun, his father’s old speeder’s engine died, coming to a stop as the sun began to rise into the sky. Once in the city, Pax was not greeted with a welcome hand, rather he was treated as he was one of the homeless, already residing in the slums of the city.
For the next year, he performed various side jobs, both legal and illegal, collecting and storing as many credits as he could get. His hopes were to purchase a new blaster, and maybe some basic gear to protect him. A certain merchant had a set of armor and a blaster model that had caught his eye from before his family's deaths. Day by day he made installments on the armor and blaster, until finally he had paid it all off. He donned his new armor, and blaster that night. The sense of pride filled him and inflated his ego, to him, no one could stop him now.
While snooping around the outside of a cantina in the core of the city, Pax hears of a job posting that had gone up for Ilum. He didn’t catch any details, but he heard the words “Good pay” and made his way to the spaceport. After a period of time, in which he studied the logs of incoming and outgoing ships, he found one that was scheduled to make the jump to Ilum that night. Stowing himself on board he left Tatooine finally, though he knew one day he’d return a different man.
Happened in RP
After arriving on Ilum, and learning more about the job he was taking, Pax quickly realized that this was a job above his pay grade. Yet he stuck with it and continued on, up to the point when the party he was with was confronted by a Gorgodon. After several hours of combat, and nearly dying many times, Pax was able to land a lucky blow that killed the Gorgodon, by driving his fathers old Vibroknife into the beast throat, and slicing it open but also breaking the knife. As the beast fell the party cheered for Pax, some even offering him more work. In this party was a Mandalorian by the name of Gal Vera, who had helped Pax during the fight when his gun jammed on him. Seeing as she had already extended some kindness to him, Pax asked Gal if she would give him a ride off world, as he had gotten there as a stow away. Gal agreed and the two left for Nar Shadaa. Along the way, Pax questioned Gal vigorously on the ways of her Clan, to which she indulged very little, but did teach him some words in Mando'a. Seeing his interest, she extended an offer to bring Pax to her clan if and when he was ready, as they landed on Nar Shadaa. Pax departed Gal's ship, and spent the next 4 years on Nar Shadaa working jobs for spice runners and various underworld organizations until he had saved enough credits to afford his own ship. Remembering the offer from Gal, Pax set in the coordinates she had given him years ago, and departed to finally follow his calling. To become that different Man-dalorian. [I'm terrible]
Born: on a Moisture Farm, in the deserts of Tatooine.
Age: 16
Class: Bounty Hunter
Skill 1: Mechanics
Skill 2: Ranged Light Weapons
Skill 3: Demolitions
Current Gear: BlasTech T-6 "Thunderer" modified; Reinforced heat-sink Barrel. One thermal Grenade, One flash grenade, One med pack, Beskar Knife, Stun Cuffs, Jet pack.
Current Armor: Durasteel armor handed down to Pax from Gal Vera, reforged to fit him.
Current Artifact(s): One Mandalorian Stim [Nonrefillable], One Artysuan Crystal [For Sale].
Favorite Drink(s): 1. Ne'tra Gal [Black Ale]
Favorite Food(s): Bantha Steak- Medium Well.
Likes: Credits, Guns, Combat Tech, Adventure.
Dislikes: Killing without honor, Tuskan Raiders [Deeply rooted], Force users [Distrust].
Bio:
Pax’tal was born into a family of moisture farmers on the outskirts of Anchorhead. The last born of three children, Pax grew up with strong family ties. Though they worked hard, everyday, their family struggled to feed the entire family with the meager wages such a valuable resource brought them. The lack of proper nutrients left Pax with a rather small build, making him a target of bullying by the kids in the city when they visited to deliver water. Their infrastructure was outdated, and due to Pax’s father’s alcohol abuse, they never had the funds available to catch up with the competition.
Being so far away from the major civilization, left their farm exposed to constant raids from and aggravated Tuskan Raider clan that claimed an inherent possession of the land the farm was on. Being at constant threat meant every member of the family needed to know how to shoot. On his 10th birthday, Pax received the first weapon every member of the family learned to shoot with. An obsolete model of a basic hold out blaster. It didn’t pack the most punch but it was a good gun to practice your aim. His drunk father would stress the importance of the weapon into Pax, using his unorthodox methods of verbal abuse.
It wasn’t long before the Tuskan Raiders mustered a large enough party to raid the farm during the night. Due to his small stature, Pax was able to hide himself in a small crevice. The rest of his family, however, were not as lucky. As the raider’s began their assault, Pax’s oldest sibling, his brother, was shot down by the first shot. As his mother and father scrambled to get the guns ready, Pax’s sister directed Pax to hide, before joining their parents in the defense of the farm. One by one, the rest of his family was shot down or pummeled to death in front of Pax’tal’s eyes. Forced to watch, his heart shattered and his rage grew.
After the Tuskan’s were finished rummaging through the belongings of the family, taking any food source and all the remaining water the vapor farms had made before they destroyed them. Pax emerged from the smoky remains, and dropped to his knees before the burnt remains of his family. As he wept, he cursed the Tuskan people, swearing that he would one day return the favor. He scoured the smoldering remains for anything he could use or sell. He found very little, a few canned goods, and some loose credits, but he stumbled upon his father's speeder, seemingly untouched by the raid. He hoped on to it after priming the old engine. Firing it up, he sped off in the direction of Anchorhead, hoping that someone would show pity on him and provide aid. As he began to see the silhouette of the city in the light of the rising sun, his father’s old speeder’s engine died, coming to a stop as the sun began to rise into the sky. Once in the city, Pax was not greeted with a welcome hand, rather he was treated as he was one of the homeless, already residing in the slums of the city.
For the next year, he performed various side jobs, both legal and illegal, collecting and storing as many credits as he could get. His hopes were to purchase a new blaster, and maybe some basic gear to protect him. A certain merchant had a set of armor and a blaster model that had caught his eye from before his family's deaths. Day by day he made installments on the armor and blaster, until finally he had paid it all off. He donned his new armor, and blaster that night. The sense of pride filled him and inflated his ego, to him, no one could stop him now.
While snooping around the outside of a cantina in the core of the city, Pax hears of a job posting that had gone up for Ilum. He didn’t catch any details, but he heard the words “Good pay” and made his way to the spaceport. After a period of time, in which he studied the logs of incoming and outgoing ships, he found one that was scheduled to make the jump to Ilum that night. Stowing himself on board he left Tatooine finally, though he knew one day he’d return a different man.
Happened in RP
After arriving on Ilum, and learning more about the job he was taking, Pax quickly realized that this was a job above his pay grade. Yet he stuck with it and continued on, up to the point when the party he was with was confronted by a Gorgodon. After several hours of combat, and nearly dying many times, Pax was able to land a lucky blow that killed the Gorgodon, by driving his fathers old Vibroknife into the beast throat, and slicing it open but also breaking the knife. As the beast fell the party cheered for Pax, some even offering him more work. In this party was a Mandalorian by the name of Gal Vera, who had helped Pax during the fight when his gun jammed on him. Seeing as she had already extended some kindness to him, Pax asked Gal if she would give him a ride off world, as he had gotten there as a stow away. Gal agreed and the two left for Nar Shadaa. Along the way, Pax questioned Gal vigorously on the ways of her Clan, to which she indulged very little, but did teach him some words in Mando'a. Seeing his interest, she extended an offer to bring Pax to her clan if and when he was ready, as they landed on Nar Shadaa. Pax departed Gal's ship, and spent the next 4 years on Nar Shadaa working jobs for spice runners and various underworld organizations until he had saved enough credits to afford his own ship. Remembering the offer from Gal, Pax set in the coordinates she had given him years ago, and departed to finally follow his calling. To become that different Man-dalorian. [I'm terrible]