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[Warning: This profile is kind've silly and unnecessary. But the rps this guy will be in (at least the ones meant to be serious and badass and whatnot) complete poker face mode. But I felt like making it funny and, well, if it's not funny to you well it was funny to me. :CSly Enjoy.]
"You know what I say; Always choose the government who's gonna **** you less and, on special holidays, more gentle."
NAME: Gray Dean Spade
FACTION: Independent (works for HoloNet News Action Team Sigma Six!!! ((cause that name deserves three !!!s behind it every time it's typed))...yeah.)
RANK: Investigative Reporter
SPECIES: As close to a stone wall as a human can be.
AGE: 33
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 6'3
WEIGHT: 212 lbs
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Black
SKIN: Perfect
CREDITS: As many as he can get by threatening to quit
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: As beautiful as a man can get
FORCE SENSITIVE: He's not force sensitive, the force is sensitive to him. (that's a no)
SKILLS:
Talking
Investigating
Drinking
Stealth
Undercover Operations (he gets to play dress up! :CRawr)
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
+Smooth talker (in Fallout terms, his speech skill is 100)
+Incredibly smart (in terms of knowledge than actual smarts more often than naught)
+Honest and dedicated to his job
+Good at what he does
+Good liar
+Good with stealth and being undercover
-For being incredibly smart, he's also incredibly stupid
-Overconfident
-Is always drunk (has a special clause in his contract where he's forced to be drunk when reporting)
-While good with stealth and playing dress up, he often gets caught within half an hour or so and often has to move fast
-When worse comes to worst or when running out of time, he prefers to shoot first and ask questions never
GEAR:
Personal:
Blaster pistol
Cigarettes
Booze (lots of it)
Overcoat
Fake I.Ds (too many to name which ones)
Messenger bag full of necessary recording and investigating materials)
SHIP:
"The Truth, The Whole Truth, And Nothing But: The Truth" (a.k.a "The Truth"
Cargo;
3x Blaster Pistols
3x Blaster Rifles
Several months worth of food, water, and military rations
Booze (even more booze!)
Cigarettes (many-a carton are on his ship at all times)
Several pairs of clothes (and another overcoat)
1 Thermal Detonator (Hey...sometimes things go THAT badly)
PERSONALITY:
Gray Spade is completely full of himself. He builds himself to such a degree that even when everything goes completely wrong he can still sometimes refuse that anything went wrong. He loves himself and anybody that is connected to him who he doesn't actually hate (make no mistake, this is a very small quantity of people he's met.) But don't judge him quickly. He works best when the general consensus about him is that he's an asshole. But that's not the truth (well it is...but he doesn't care just about himself)...well, not the whole truth. (whaddya know, I said one thing in parentheses and then said the same thing the sentence after. Oh well, screw you, it's my personality.)
The truth is, Gray actually cares about one thing other than himself; The Truth. He wants nothing but it, at no cost but the lives of the people who are guarding him and the general public from it. After deciding at a fairly young age that he saw too little about what really went on behind a governments' closed doors on the news. Not for nothing, but he always secretly hoped for a war, just to be able to cover it and the obvious omissions of the truth that would be held from the people not fighting the war. To him, that's what the people want at best, if they couldn't get all the things they wanted in way of legislation and the like.
And for godssakes someone think of the children! :CRawr
BIOGRAPHY:
[Warning! The first four -cut- parts are skippable if you're not a fan of my poor attempt at humor.]
Prologue:
This is, obviously, the prologue of my soon-to-be-never released autobiography that I'll start here today and then never finish. I hope I don't mind when I listen to this every night before I go to bed and say, "Dammit, why don't I add some more to that?" and then go to sleep.
Hey, you know what they say...so it goes.
So, where to start? And where to end? Hmm, well, I was born on...nah, no, who cares about that? C'mon stupid, say...Ah crap, do I have to edit this now?
-cuts out there-
Oooookay world, I'm back. Oh god, now I'm some ****ty blogger doing nothing with my life!
-another cut-
So I was born on Corellia.
-cut-
Yeah, nevermind, I was born on Corellia. My parents were Mary and Dominick Spade, they always wanted a boy just so they could give me a more uncommon yet still more realistic name. Which doesn't make sense, because you could just say your name was a bunch of random consonants and people would believe you. Hell, I've even got a fake I.D for Mandalore that says-
-cut-
Probably shouldn't reveal that. I hope I'm putting these cuts in the right spaces. Anywho, let's get back to who I am. I'm just a guy who likes to get things done. Now, that doesn't always work out to the point where I don't have to shoot a gun at somebody. Have I killed someone? Hell yes I have. Do I feel any different about it? Nope. No, not one bit. Because that person got in the way of what I was trying to do.
What was I trying to do?
It was a story I was trying to do, about this retired Senator of Naboo who had practically buried these corruption charges against him. Now, there was a lot of evidence that said it wasn't true. But you know what they say. Never believe the evidence unless you've seen it yourself.
It was all bantha poodoo. Every single bit of evidence was so one dimensional I could have....wait...what does one dimensional mean again? Ahhh ****.
-cut-
It was so two dimensional I could've...It was bad, trust me, it was bad and I knew then that it was that Senator had gone through, well, very little trouble to have it buried. He was popular, well, with the people of Naboo. He fought for them tooth and nail, and I'm glad he made them happy. But for the rest of the galaxy? I'm surprised none of them burned him in effigy after he retired.
Look, I don't wanna get into it too much, this prologue's already running a bit long on my part, but whatever.
So it took me two months. Two months full of lying, scheming, conniving, yeah, even a little bit of blackmail. But I'll save the juicy tidbits for the rest of the autobiography that I assure you I'll never get around to finishing. What had he been doing? He had been embezzling funds he had received for the Senate when he "fund raised" for Naboo and several other causes that he only joined up with to "help Naboo". Over a span of five years, after already serving twenty years in the Senate.
What a scumbag. Over four billion credits in that five years, can you believe it? Haha, I could. And so did Holonet News Action Team Sigma Six: The one news station I knew would take the story and release it in an honest fashion.
And that's how I got my contract that launched my career, and is giving me the chance to start, and never continue, this autobiography.
My name is Gray Dean Spade. I'm 33, and I'm better than you because I am good looking, intelligent, and can talk louder than you.
-Final Cut-
"You know what I say; Always choose the government who's gonna **** you less and, on special holidays, more gentle."
NAME: Gray Dean Spade
FACTION: Independent (works for HoloNet News Action Team Sigma Six!!! ((cause that name deserves three !!!s behind it every time it's typed))...yeah.)
RANK: Investigative Reporter
SPECIES: As close to a stone wall as a human can be.
AGE: 33
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 6'3
WEIGHT: 212 lbs
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Black
SKIN: Perfect
CREDITS: As many as he can get by threatening to quit
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: As beautiful as a man can get
FORCE SENSITIVE: He's not force sensitive, the force is sensitive to him. (that's a no)
SKILLS:
Talking
Investigating
Drinking
Stealth
Undercover Operations (he gets to play dress up! :CRawr)
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
+Smooth talker (in Fallout terms, his speech skill is 100)
+Incredibly smart (in terms of knowledge than actual smarts more often than naught)
+Honest and dedicated to his job
+Good at what he does
+Good liar
+Good with stealth and being undercover
-For being incredibly smart, he's also incredibly stupid
-Overconfident
-Is always drunk (has a special clause in his contract where he's forced to be drunk when reporting)
-While good with stealth and playing dress up, he often gets caught within half an hour or so and often has to move fast
-When worse comes to worst or when running out of time, he prefers to shoot first and ask questions never
GEAR:
Personal:
Blaster pistol
Cigarettes
Booze (lots of it)
Overcoat
Fake I.Ds (too many to name which ones)
Messenger bag full of necessary recording and investigating materials)
SHIP:
"The Truth, The Whole Truth, And Nothing But: The Truth" (a.k.a "The Truth"
Cargo;
3x Blaster Pistols
3x Blaster Rifles
Several months worth of food, water, and military rations
Booze (even more booze!)
Cigarettes (many-a carton are on his ship at all times)
Several pairs of clothes (and another overcoat)
1 Thermal Detonator (Hey...sometimes things go THAT badly)
PERSONALITY:
Gray Spade is completely full of himself. He builds himself to such a degree that even when everything goes completely wrong he can still sometimes refuse that anything went wrong. He loves himself and anybody that is connected to him who he doesn't actually hate (make no mistake, this is a very small quantity of people he's met.) But don't judge him quickly. He works best when the general consensus about him is that he's an asshole. But that's not the truth (well it is...but he doesn't care just about himself)...well, not the whole truth. (whaddya know, I said one thing in parentheses and then said the same thing the sentence after. Oh well, screw you, it's my personality.)
The truth is, Gray actually cares about one thing other than himself; The Truth. He wants nothing but it, at no cost but the lives of the people who are guarding him and the general public from it. After deciding at a fairly young age that he saw too little about what really went on behind a governments' closed doors on the news. Not for nothing, but he always secretly hoped for a war, just to be able to cover it and the obvious omissions of the truth that would be held from the people not fighting the war. To him, that's what the people want at best, if they couldn't get all the things they wanted in way of legislation and the like.
And for godssakes someone think of the children! :CRawr
BIOGRAPHY:
[Warning! The first four -cut- parts are skippable if you're not a fan of my poor attempt at humor.]
Prologue:
This is, obviously, the prologue of my soon-to-be-never released autobiography that I'll start here today and then never finish. I hope I don't mind when I listen to this every night before I go to bed and say, "Dammit, why don't I add some more to that?" and then go to sleep.
Hey, you know what they say...so it goes.
So, where to start? And where to end? Hmm, well, I was born on...nah, no, who cares about that? C'mon stupid, say...Ah crap, do I have to edit this now?
-cuts out there-
Oooookay world, I'm back. Oh god, now I'm some ****ty blogger doing nothing with my life!
-another cut-
So I was born on Corellia.
-cut-
Yeah, nevermind, I was born on Corellia. My parents were Mary and Dominick Spade, they always wanted a boy just so they could give me a more uncommon yet still more realistic name. Which doesn't make sense, because you could just say your name was a bunch of random consonants and people would believe you. Hell, I've even got a fake I.D for Mandalore that says-
-cut-
Probably shouldn't reveal that. I hope I'm putting these cuts in the right spaces. Anywho, let's get back to who I am. I'm just a guy who likes to get things done. Now, that doesn't always work out to the point where I don't have to shoot a gun at somebody. Have I killed someone? Hell yes I have. Do I feel any different about it? Nope. No, not one bit. Because that person got in the way of what I was trying to do.
What was I trying to do?
It was a story I was trying to do, about this retired Senator of Naboo who had practically buried these corruption charges against him. Now, there was a lot of evidence that said it wasn't true. But you know what they say. Never believe the evidence unless you've seen it yourself.
It was all bantha poodoo. Every single bit of evidence was so one dimensional I could have....wait...what does one dimensional mean again? Ahhh ****.
-cut-
It was so two dimensional I could've...It was bad, trust me, it was bad and I knew then that it was that Senator had gone through, well, very little trouble to have it buried. He was popular, well, with the people of Naboo. He fought for them tooth and nail, and I'm glad he made them happy. But for the rest of the galaxy? I'm surprised none of them burned him in effigy after he retired.
Look, I don't wanna get into it too much, this prologue's already running a bit long on my part, but whatever.
So it took me two months. Two months full of lying, scheming, conniving, yeah, even a little bit of blackmail. But I'll save the juicy tidbits for the rest of the autobiography that I assure you I'll never get around to finishing. What had he been doing? He had been embezzling funds he had received for the Senate when he "fund raised" for Naboo and several other causes that he only joined up with to "help Naboo". Over a span of five years, after already serving twenty years in the Senate.
What a scumbag. Over four billion credits in that five years, can you believe it? Haha, I could. And so did Holonet News Action Team Sigma Six: The one news station I knew would take the story and release it in an honest fashion.
And that's how I got my contract that launched my career, and is giving me the chance to start, and never continue, this autobiography.
My name is Gray Dean Spade. I'm 33, and I'm better than you because I am good looking, intelligent, and can talk louder than you.
-Final Cut-
