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Name: Jamall Hakim [Prefers to be called by his nickname and first name only by close friends.]
Nicknames: Kamua, Kam
Faction: Independent Smuggler
Rank: N/A
Species: Cathar
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Height: 6’0” [1.82 Meters]
Weight: 215Lbs [96.75 Kilograms]
Eyes: Dark Blue
Hair: Black mane, tied back into Dreadlocks that are four inches past shoulder length.
Fur: Fur is dark brown in color, while fur covering inner arms, legs, chin and front of neck, chest, and abs area is a mocha color.
Overall Appearance: Hakim has a powerful and muscular build with well-toned muscles, broad shoulders, and a fairly thick neck. His muzzle is slightly longer and wider than the average Cathar’s, though not awkwardly so, he has a square jaw, and somewhat prominent cheekbones. [Sorry for the rather poor description, I’m used to being able to just slap a image on it, but instead, I built his appearance using a image for reference. To see what he more or less looked like before I attempted describing him, check this out. Just, uh, imagine a more Cathar-like facial structure, rather than the more feral version pictured here. - http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh235/Jamall-Mohatu/TheSavanna-1-2.jpg ]
Credits: 750
Distinguishing Marks: A set of three roughly parallel scars, each roughly a centimeter wide, runs diagonally downwards from the upper outside edge of his left pectoral muscle towards his upper abs on the opposite side of his torso. Fur grew over the scars once they healed over, but it is a much lighter shade of the mocha fur surrounding the scars.
Dominate Hand: He is fully ambidextrous, though he favors his right hand when wielding a weapon or tool.
Force Sensitive: Hakim is force sensitive and would be perfectly capable of being trained in the use of the Force, if it weren’t for his fear and distrust of force users. Despite that, he is curious about what he could become if he would learn, and occasionally dabbles with meditation, though without a teacher to guide him, he’s not going to learn anything.
Force Powers:
None as of yet.
Strength: A life of hard labor and fighting has given him a lot of physical strength. Not someone you want to brawl with. 9/10
Dexterity: Fairly agile, but nothing that’s going to impress a acrobat. However, he does have excellent reflexes, earned from his career as a smuggler. 7/10
Constitution: Hakim is in good health, and to keep himself in shape, he spends an hour a day exercising, unless the situation prevents that. 8/10
Intelligence: Bright enough to take apart, repair, and put back almost anything with the help of his old but trusty repair droid and tool kit. 8/10
Wisdom: Not the deepest soul out there, but not shallow, either. 6/10
Charisma: Moderately charismatic thanks to his warm and outgoing personality, but nothing amazing. 5/10
Skills:
Technician - Hakim is proficient with the operation and maintenance of most modern and ancient equipment.
Combat Experience - Having to fight his way out of dozens of deals gone bad and pirate attacks has given Hakim plenty of practical experience with fighting, both inside and outside of his ship.
Pilot - He’s a capable pilot, who’s constantly improving his skills through lengthy practice sessions.
Demolitions - A pyro at heart, Hakim is more than comfortable around all manner of explosives, flamers, and most anything that goes off with a ‘bang’.
Amateur Slicer and Lockpick - Can hack some computer systems, and pick some locks. Anything designed to thwart professional hackers and thieves is beyond his skill, though, and he’ll just resort to a explosive charge or well-placed blaster bolt to get through the lock, if he can.
Lightsaber/Sword Forms:
Hasn’t so much as touched a light saber in his life, and even if he did get his paws on one, his only form would involve accidentally lopping his own head off. As for swords, he is capable of a improvised 'Freestyle' form of fighting, though he prefers a good blaster or his knife.
Strengths and Weaknesses:
Strengths: Powerfully built, proficient with ranged weapons and explosives, a good pilot, slow to rile, physically tough, technically skilled.
Weaknesses: Distrust of Force Users, not particularly skilled in swordsmanship, borderline irrational when angry, not smart enough to keep a large supply of credits in reserve for emergencies.
Gear:
Clothing :
White tank top underneath a black leather vest, worn unzipped.
Tan cargo pants made of a heavy fabric that is well-suited to work.
Lace-up desert combat boots.
Armor: A black tactical plate carrier equipped with shoulder guards, a throat guard, and groin guard. Insertable armor plates are laminated Durasteel/ceramic plates backed with slug thrower-resistant synthetic fabric and kinetic energy absorbent semi-solid gel to provide mid-level protection against blaster rifles and slug throwers.
Hits from slug thrower weapons will perforate the vest and impact the plate, which will stop all pistol rounds, most assault rifle rounds, and some rifle rounds, but enough kinetic energy will be transferred through the plate to create a significant impact, determined by the caliber and kinetic energy of the round striking the plate. Sufficiently high-velocity low-caliber slugs and armor piercing rounds will penetrate the armor plates with little impediment.
Also, repeated impacts will wear down and punch through the armored plates. The vest is extremely vulnerable to flame-based weaponry, does nothing to impede light sabers, and only provides moderate resistance against blaster pistols, though bladed weapons are quite useless against it. [With the exception of Vibroblades.]
The trade off with the vest is it’s weight, which is around sixty pounds. It impedes mobility quite a bit.
Weapons:
Orpheus PDW heavy blaster pistol, worn in large black synthetic fiber hip holster on right hip. [H&K MP7]
HBR 44 assault rifle. [H&K G36C]
‘Intimidator’ Combat Vibroblade [Ka-Bar, tanto blade]
A-N Manufacturing AARG/H-09 : Anti-Armor Rail Gun, Heavy. [Taken from ad brochure for the AARG/H] This devastating piece of firepower uses weapon capable of disabling most medium armored vehicles with a well placed round, or throwing out shotgun-like bursts of tiny tungsten spheres in a spread pattern to reduce infantry to something resembling ground meat. The AARG/H fires 25MM Rounds from either a 20 or 40 shot magazine, has a cyclic rate of 300 Rounds per Minute; a optimum range of 400 Meters; a maximum range of 500 Meters; Semiautomatic, Automatic, and Two-round Burst firing modes; a 1-5X illuminated reticule computerized scope with laser rangefinder, auto-correction software, and airburst-round compatibility. It even has a heated cheekpad for keeping one’s cheek warm on those cold winter days!
The AARG/H is compatible with all of ANM’s wide range of 25MM Railgun Ammunition, from non-lethal Rubber Shot to the very lethal HyperVelocity Body Stapler discarding sabot round, which not only impales your foe on a Barbed 7-MM Phrik Spike, but nails them to the nearest wall! From High-Explosive Anti Tank rounds to the venerable 25MM Full-Metal Jacket to the gory Ultra-Shot Scattergun round, ANM’s 25MM ammunition has something for every scenario, and the AARG/H will reliably cycle and fire the entire family of ammunition! So when you have black-clad antisocial killers on your tail, don’t settle for some measly shotgun or a pathetic vibrosword… Use your trusty AARG/H, and give ‘em hell!
Ship:
The Tien.
The Tien was a stock Sviet Class Patrol Ship that was rusting away in a junkyard when a 17 year old Hakim found it. Why he took a interest in the aging vessel is rather odd, after all, the class was a underpowered and oversized ship that was unpopular with almost every military in the galaxy except those who couldn’t afford better. Their main power generators were prone to dangerous failures, their weapons generators were known to cause circuit-killing shorts, their standard life support system was barely adequate, and their solitary escape pod frequently jammed in it’s launch tube and exploded in a most spectacular manner. But they were a highly modular spacecraft designed to be heavily modified and upgraded over time, and their simplistic crystal block circuitry system, designed to facilitate fast repairs by simply swapping out individual ‘blocks’ of circuitry, made them easy to work on with a minimum of training, and as a final bonus, they were fairly well armed and heavily armored. That, coupled with their modular design and simplicity, convinced Hakim to rescue the vessel from the junkyard.
It took months of welding, reprogramming, repainting, circuit repair, and in some cases, complete replacement of key parts before he was even able to get the Tien airborne again, and still months more before it was space worthy. He replaced the original generators for both the weapons and drives, tore out the stock engines and replaced them with three H&T Lightrider Ion drive arrays, and upgraded the life support systems. All of those parts he was able to get either free or at extremely low costs, thanks to long hours spent in numerous naval graveyards. In total, he invested almost every single night and every weekend on getting the vehicle to work, though it was well worth it, as it is now a very capable light freighter that can get him to where he needs to go in one piece.
Ship Specs:
Length: 28 Meters
Width: About 11 Meters wide
Height: About 4 meters tall
Top Sublight Speed [Not stock]: 800KpH with shields and weapons powered, 900Kph cruising speed if weapons are powered down, 1300KPH ‘Sprint’ speed that can be held for thirty seconds without risk of failure or damage.
Cargo Capacity: Normally 80 Tons, may be more or less depending on mission configuration.
Consumables: Varies depending upon number of crew and passengers, but averages around two months consumables for four people, with consumables increasing or decreasing by two weeks for every person added or removed from that number, respectively. [Confusing? Sorry.]
Shields: None
Drives: 3 Ion Drive Arrays capable of a maximum speed of 1300KPH when fed enough juice. Engine power feeds will need to be serviced after attaining ‘sprint’ speed though.
Armor: Energy-absorbing laminate covering honeycombed composite armor plate, atop final Durasteel hull armor.
Armament:
2 Retractable turrets capable of being both manned and remotely controlled from the gunners station of the cockpit. Each turret is armed with a pair of 25MM caseless rotary breech auto cannons, providing great firepower in a cost-effective and low-energy package. However, the weapons are utterly useless against shields and capital-grade armor. Each cannon is attached to a motorized ammo feed connected to a five-hundred-round armored ammo storage bin within the ship itself, and the ship typically carries a total of ten thousand rounds, five thousand for each turret. However, due to the price of ammo, Hakim only supplies the turrets with 2000 rounds, for a shipboard total of 4000. Standard ammunition load is HE-T rounds, though every third round is Armor-piercing. Just in case.
4 Heavy laser cannons, two on either side of the cockpit. Very energy greedy and rather short ranged, but very destructive with a withering rate of fire. The cannons are extremely maintenance intensive, requiring a diagnostic and servicing after every engagement in which over three hundred shots are fired.
Finally, four modular weapons slots, two on the top of the ship, two on the side. Used to contain a pair of spinal mounted anti-ship rail guns and a pair of torpedo launchers, but those weapons were removed by the military prior to dumping the ship, as they were the only weapons considered worth the effort of removing.
Pets:
None, at the moment.
Personality:
Jamall ‘Kamua’ Hakim has a cheerful disposition and always seems to be having the time of his life, even when blaster bolts and slug thrower rounds are hurtling towards him. As he sincerely believes that life without happiness isn’t life at all, his first priority is ensuring the happiness of both himself and his friends.
Along with his naturally upbeat nature comes a sense of humor that can be both dark and lighthearted, allowing him to find something to laugh at in almost everything. Even himself. As he’s fairly thick skinned when it comes to insults, they just bounce right off him, as he firmly believes that those who result to slinging petty verbal barbs are not worth the effort of dealing with.
However, there occasionally comes a time when he’ll decide to stop being passive, and when that happens, many of those who were happily picking on the seemingly docile Cathar find out the hard way that he’s just as good at throttling someone with his bare hands as he is at tinkering on his ship.
History:
Hakim was a illegitimate child born on Balmorra. His father abandoned him and his mother, Nadiyya, several months before he was born. Naturally this incensed his mother enough to tell her son that his father was dead the moment Hakim was old enough to realize that he, unlike the other kids, didn‘t have a father. He was mildly reluctant to accept this, but eventually he did. Around that time, he developed a intense interest in learning, as he had no fellow Cathar children to play with, and the bored boy desperately wanted something to keep himself occupied with. His mother saw this and his constant meddling with the household electronics and gadgets, and so the moment he was of age to receive an education, she made good use of the generous paycheck she received from being a engineer at one of the planets many factories, and sent Hakim to a private school, where he received excellent lessons in subjects ranging from galactic history to basic arithmetic. As he grew, so did the lessons. By the time he was thirteen, he was studying not only his beginning subjects of arithmetic, history, and language mechanics, but he was also studying basic scientific principals, as well as taking a voluntary ‘young technicians’ course, designed to teach one how to perform basic repairs and diagnostics, which fed his innate curiosity as to the way things worked.
Schooling like this went on for another three years, and life was mostly peaceful in his family. That is, until his father showed up in the middle of the night.
Hakim’s father, Sunil, had been a Jedi Padawan when he had met and fallen in love with Nadiyya. The relationship was a rather typical example of secret love, going at breakneck pace and only ending when Sunil and his master’s task on Balmorra was finished. By that time though, the damage had been done, and the more or less self-focused Sunil left behind his pregnant lover without a second thought, choosing to attempt to simply brush the incident under the rug and forget it had ever happened. In the sixteen years that had passed since his departure, he had undergone some… Unfortunate changes.
The most prominent of the changes was that he had fallen to the Dark Side of the force, and lost much of his sanity in the process. Sunil’s radical beliefs, spawned from his madness, saw him tossed out of the Order, and if it hadn’t been for a hasty escape on his part, it may well have seen him stripped of his light saber and his memories, reducing his threat to the galaxy and the order. Now that he was on the run, Hakim’s father had returned, not out of a bizarre desire to see how his child and former lover had fared and not out of a wish to hide, but because he wanted to learn if his son was force sensitive, and if so, take him away to be trained in the Dark Side of the force, so that he might have a future ally with which to strike at the Order.
Needless to say, Nadiyya was not happy with Sunil’s plan once the power-maddened Cathar revealed it to her. The excessively loud but brief argument between the two was enough to reach through the apartment walls to Hakim’s room, waking the young Cathar from his sleep. Hakim, who had been protective of his mother all his life, was worried when he heard his mother yelling very angrily at someone.
He hurriedly pulled on a pair of pants and rushed to his mother’s room, where he retrieved a slug thrower pistol from her nightstand. From there he headed downstairs, just in time to see a black-robed figure pull a light saber, and, in a display that would forever scar Hakim’s trust of the force-sensitive, coldly inform Nadiyya that she was ’not worth the argument’ just before igniting the blood-red blade and efficiently severing her head from her shoulders with a quick slice.
Hakim didn’t hesitate. He leveled the pistol at the figure’s back and squeezed the trigger twice. The first shot was a mortal wound, the second killed his mother’s attacker, but that didn’t stop the fury-driven teen from emptying the entire 10-round clip into the robed monster.
After the lengthy police investigation into the murder, followed by a even lengthier and revealing probe into the killing by the Jedi Order in which Hakim learned that he had killed his own father, he decided to go off the grid as much as was possible. He quit school, moved all the family bank accounts to new, untraceable ones, then shipped his things and much of his mother’s things to a seedy suburban apartment in a distant city on Balmorra.
At his new ‘home’, Hakim decided he wanted to leave Balmorra. As he didn’t have enough creds to buy a ship of his own at the time, or even to get off world, he started searching the local junkyards. At first, his hope was to be able to repair and sell enough things from there to be able to get off Balmorra, but after he found a mothballed Corvette scheduled for destruction, he came up with a new plan…
Nearly two years of toiling later, and he had refurbished the ship, learned how to fly, sold all the belongings he had that he couldn’t take with him in his living quarters aboard the Tien, and left Balmorra for parts unknown.
Ever since then Hakim has been getting over his head all across the galaxy. While he puts his ship to good use as a freighter on legal hauls, he found that considerable sums of credits, and risk, can be had by moving less-than-legal goods for certain customers. Over the years, he’s moved guns, spice, explosives, and more contraband than you can shake a stick at, and he‘s not likely to stop with his smuggling exploits anytime soon.
Most recently, Hakim has been reunited with his old friend, Feron Nial, and he's met [and occasionally befriended] some interesting characters along the way, such as Faan'tina and
Adelaide Wynne.
Role Plays:
R&R Night
Reunited
New Friendship
[Well, there you have it, mah charrie. Nice, long, and probably overly detailed, but at least it‘s done! (I slaved away on this most of the day. lol.) Critique away, please! And if there are any probs, let me know so that I may address them immediately. Thanks!]
Nicknames: Kamua, Kam
Faction: Independent Smuggler
Rank: N/A
Species: Cathar
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Height: 6’0” [1.82 Meters]
Weight: 215Lbs [96.75 Kilograms]
Eyes: Dark Blue
Hair: Black mane, tied back into Dreadlocks that are four inches past shoulder length.
Fur: Fur is dark brown in color, while fur covering inner arms, legs, chin and front of neck, chest, and abs area is a mocha color.
Overall Appearance: Hakim has a powerful and muscular build with well-toned muscles, broad shoulders, and a fairly thick neck. His muzzle is slightly longer and wider than the average Cathar’s, though not awkwardly so, he has a square jaw, and somewhat prominent cheekbones. [Sorry for the rather poor description, I’m used to being able to just slap a image on it, but instead, I built his appearance using a image for reference. To see what he more or less looked like before I attempted describing him, check this out. Just, uh, imagine a more Cathar-like facial structure, rather than the more feral version pictured here. - http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh235/Jamall-Mohatu/TheSavanna-1-2.jpg ]
Credits: 750
Distinguishing Marks: A set of three roughly parallel scars, each roughly a centimeter wide, runs diagonally downwards from the upper outside edge of his left pectoral muscle towards his upper abs on the opposite side of his torso. Fur grew over the scars once they healed over, but it is a much lighter shade of the mocha fur surrounding the scars.
Dominate Hand: He is fully ambidextrous, though he favors his right hand when wielding a weapon or tool.
Force Sensitive: Hakim is force sensitive and would be perfectly capable of being trained in the use of the Force, if it weren’t for his fear and distrust of force users. Despite that, he is curious about what he could become if he would learn, and occasionally dabbles with meditation, though without a teacher to guide him, he’s not going to learn anything.
Force Powers:
None as of yet.
Strength: A life of hard labor and fighting has given him a lot of physical strength. Not someone you want to brawl with. 9/10
Dexterity: Fairly agile, but nothing that’s going to impress a acrobat. However, he does have excellent reflexes, earned from his career as a smuggler. 7/10
Constitution: Hakim is in good health, and to keep himself in shape, he spends an hour a day exercising, unless the situation prevents that. 8/10
Intelligence: Bright enough to take apart, repair, and put back almost anything with the help of his old but trusty repair droid and tool kit. 8/10
Wisdom: Not the deepest soul out there, but not shallow, either. 6/10
Charisma: Moderately charismatic thanks to his warm and outgoing personality, but nothing amazing. 5/10
Skills:
Technician - Hakim is proficient with the operation and maintenance of most modern and ancient equipment.
Combat Experience - Having to fight his way out of dozens of deals gone bad and pirate attacks has given Hakim plenty of practical experience with fighting, both inside and outside of his ship.
Pilot - He’s a capable pilot, who’s constantly improving his skills through lengthy practice sessions.
Demolitions - A pyro at heart, Hakim is more than comfortable around all manner of explosives, flamers, and most anything that goes off with a ‘bang’.
Amateur Slicer and Lockpick - Can hack some computer systems, and pick some locks. Anything designed to thwart professional hackers and thieves is beyond his skill, though, and he’ll just resort to a explosive charge or well-placed blaster bolt to get through the lock, if he can.
Lightsaber/Sword Forms:
Hasn’t so much as touched a light saber in his life, and even if he did get his paws on one, his only form would involve accidentally lopping his own head off. As for swords, he is capable of a improvised 'Freestyle' form of fighting, though he prefers a good blaster or his knife.
Strengths and Weaknesses:
Strengths: Powerfully built, proficient with ranged weapons and explosives, a good pilot, slow to rile, physically tough, technically skilled.
Weaknesses: Distrust of Force Users, not particularly skilled in swordsmanship, borderline irrational when angry, not smart enough to keep a large supply of credits in reserve for emergencies.
Gear:
Clothing :
White tank top underneath a black leather vest, worn unzipped.
Tan cargo pants made of a heavy fabric that is well-suited to work.
Lace-up desert combat boots.
Armor: A black tactical plate carrier equipped with shoulder guards, a throat guard, and groin guard. Insertable armor plates are laminated Durasteel/ceramic plates backed with slug thrower-resistant synthetic fabric and kinetic energy absorbent semi-solid gel to provide mid-level protection against blaster rifles and slug throwers.
Hits from slug thrower weapons will perforate the vest and impact the plate, which will stop all pistol rounds, most assault rifle rounds, and some rifle rounds, but enough kinetic energy will be transferred through the plate to create a significant impact, determined by the caliber and kinetic energy of the round striking the plate. Sufficiently high-velocity low-caliber slugs and armor piercing rounds will penetrate the armor plates with little impediment.
Also, repeated impacts will wear down and punch through the armored plates. The vest is extremely vulnerable to flame-based weaponry, does nothing to impede light sabers, and only provides moderate resistance against blaster pistols, though bladed weapons are quite useless against it. [With the exception of Vibroblades.]
The trade off with the vest is it’s weight, which is around sixty pounds. It impedes mobility quite a bit.
Weapons:
Orpheus PDW heavy blaster pistol, worn in large black synthetic fiber hip holster on right hip. [H&K MP7]
HBR 44 assault rifle. [H&K G36C]
‘Intimidator’ Combat Vibroblade [Ka-Bar, tanto blade]
A-N Manufacturing AARG/H-09 : Anti-Armor Rail Gun, Heavy. [Taken from ad brochure for the AARG/H] This devastating piece of firepower uses weapon capable of disabling most medium armored vehicles with a well placed round, or throwing out shotgun-like bursts of tiny tungsten spheres in a spread pattern to reduce infantry to something resembling ground meat. The AARG/H fires 25MM Rounds from either a 20 or 40 shot magazine, has a cyclic rate of 300 Rounds per Minute; a optimum range of 400 Meters; a maximum range of 500 Meters; Semiautomatic, Automatic, and Two-round Burst firing modes; a 1-5X illuminated reticule computerized scope with laser rangefinder, auto-correction software, and airburst-round compatibility. It even has a heated cheekpad for keeping one’s cheek warm on those cold winter days!
The AARG/H is compatible with all of ANM’s wide range of 25MM Railgun Ammunition, from non-lethal Rubber Shot to the very lethal HyperVelocity Body Stapler discarding sabot round, which not only impales your foe on a Barbed 7-MM Phrik Spike, but nails them to the nearest wall! From High-Explosive Anti Tank rounds to the venerable 25MM Full-Metal Jacket to the gory Ultra-Shot Scattergun round, ANM’s 25MM ammunition has something for every scenario, and the AARG/H will reliably cycle and fire the entire family of ammunition! So when you have black-clad antisocial killers on your tail, don’t settle for some measly shotgun or a pathetic vibrosword… Use your trusty AARG/H, and give ‘em hell!
Ship:
The Tien.
The Tien was a stock Sviet Class Patrol Ship that was rusting away in a junkyard when a 17 year old Hakim found it. Why he took a interest in the aging vessel is rather odd, after all, the class was a underpowered and oversized ship that was unpopular with almost every military in the galaxy except those who couldn’t afford better. Their main power generators were prone to dangerous failures, their weapons generators were known to cause circuit-killing shorts, their standard life support system was barely adequate, and their solitary escape pod frequently jammed in it’s launch tube and exploded in a most spectacular manner. But they were a highly modular spacecraft designed to be heavily modified and upgraded over time, and their simplistic crystal block circuitry system, designed to facilitate fast repairs by simply swapping out individual ‘blocks’ of circuitry, made them easy to work on with a minimum of training, and as a final bonus, they were fairly well armed and heavily armored. That, coupled with their modular design and simplicity, convinced Hakim to rescue the vessel from the junkyard.
It took months of welding, reprogramming, repainting, circuit repair, and in some cases, complete replacement of key parts before he was even able to get the Tien airborne again, and still months more before it was space worthy. He replaced the original generators for both the weapons and drives, tore out the stock engines and replaced them with three H&T Lightrider Ion drive arrays, and upgraded the life support systems. All of those parts he was able to get either free or at extremely low costs, thanks to long hours spent in numerous naval graveyards. In total, he invested almost every single night and every weekend on getting the vehicle to work, though it was well worth it, as it is now a very capable light freighter that can get him to where he needs to go in one piece.
Ship Specs:
Length: 28 Meters
Width: About 11 Meters wide
Height: About 4 meters tall
Top Sublight Speed [Not stock]: 800KpH with shields and weapons powered, 900Kph cruising speed if weapons are powered down, 1300KPH ‘Sprint’ speed that can be held for thirty seconds without risk of failure or damage.
Cargo Capacity: Normally 80 Tons, may be more or less depending on mission configuration.
Consumables: Varies depending upon number of crew and passengers, but averages around two months consumables for four people, with consumables increasing or decreasing by two weeks for every person added or removed from that number, respectively. [Confusing? Sorry.]
Shields: None
Drives: 3 Ion Drive Arrays capable of a maximum speed of 1300KPH when fed enough juice. Engine power feeds will need to be serviced after attaining ‘sprint’ speed though.
Armor: Energy-absorbing laminate covering honeycombed composite armor plate, atop final Durasteel hull armor.
Armament:
2 Retractable turrets capable of being both manned and remotely controlled from the gunners station of the cockpit. Each turret is armed with a pair of 25MM caseless rotary breech auto cannons, providing great firepower in a cost-effective and low-energy package. However, the weapons are utterly useless against shields and capital-grade armor. Each cannon is attached to a motorized ammo feed connected to a five-hundred-round armored ammo storage bin within the ship itself, and the ship typically carries a total of ten thousand rounds, five thousand for each turret. However, due to the price of ammo, Hakim only supplies the turrets with 2000 rounds, for a shipboard total of 4000. Standard ammunition load is HE-T rounds, though every third round is Armor-piercing. Just in case.
4 Heavy laser cannons, two on either side of the cockpit. Very energy greedy and rather short ranged, but very destructive with a withering rate of fire. The cannons are extremely maintenance intensive, requiring a diagnostic and servicing after every engagement in which over three hundred shots are fired.
Finally, four modular weapons slots, two on the top of the ship, two on the side. Used to contain a pair of spinal mounted anti-ship rail guns and a pair of torpedo launchers, but those weapons were removed by the military prior to dumping the ship, as they were the only weapons considered worth the effort of removing.
Pets:
None, at the moment.
Personality:
Jamall ‘Kamua’ Hakim has a cheerful disposition and always seems to be having the time of his life, even when blaster bolts and slug thrower rounds are hurtling towards him. As he sincerely believes that life without happiness isn’t life at all, his first priority is ensuring the happiness of both himself and his friends.
Along with his naturally upbeat nature comes a sense of humor that can be both dark and lighthearted, allowing him to find something to laugh at in almost everything. Even himself. As he’s fairly thick skinned when it comes to insults, they just bounce right off him, as he firmly believes that those who result to slinging petty verbal barbs are not worth the effort of dealing with.
However, there occasionally comes a time when he’ll decide to stop being passive, and when that happens, many of those who were happily picking on the seemingly docile Cathar find out the hard way that he’s just as good at throttling someone with his bare hands as he is at tinkering on his ship.
History:
Hakim was a illegitimate child born on Balmorra. His father abandoned him and his mother, Nadiyya, several months before he was born. Naturally this incensed his mother enough to tell her son that his father was dead the moment Hakim was old enough to realize that he, unlike the other kids, didn‘t have a father. He was mildly reluctant to accept this, but eventually he did. Around that time, he developed a intense interest in learning, as he had no fellow Cathar children to play with, and the bored boy desperately wanted something to keep himself occupied with. His mother saw this and his constant meddling with the household electronics and gadgets, and so the moment he was of age to receive an education, she made good use of the generous paycheck she received from being a engineer at one of the planets many factories, and sent Hakim to a private school, where he received excellent lessons in subjects ranging from galactic history to basic arithmetic. As he grew, so did the lessons. By the time he was thirteen, he was studying not only his beginning subjects of arithmetic, history, and language mechanics, but he was also studying basic scientific principals, as well as taking a voluntary ‘young technicians’ course, designed to teach one how to perform basic repairs and diagnostics, which fed his innate curiosity as to the way things worked.
Schooling like this went on for another three years, and life was mostly peaceful in his family. That is, until his father showed up in the middle of the night.
Hakim’s father, Sunil, had been a Jedi Padawan when he had met and fallen in love with Nadiyya. The relationship was a rather typical example of secret love, going at breakneck pace and only ending when Sunil and his master’s task on Balmorra was finished. By that time though, the damage had been done, and the more or less self-focused Sunil left behind his pregnant lover without a second thought, choosing to attempt to simply brush the incident under the rug and forget it had ever happened. In the sixteen years that had passed since his departure, he had undergone some… Unfortunate changes.
The most prominent of the changes was that he had fallen to the Dark Side of the force, and lost much of his sanity in the process. Sunil’s radical beliefs, spawned from his madness, saw him tossed out of the Order, and if it hadn’t been for a hasty escape on his part, it may well have seen him stripped of his light saber and his memories, reducing his threat to the galaxy and the order. Now that he was on the run, Hakim’s father had returned, not out of a bizarre desire to see how his child and former lover had fared and not out of a wish to hide, but because he wanted to learn if his son was force sensitive, and if so, take him away to be trained in the Dark Side of the force, so that he might have a future ally with which to strike at the Order.
Needless to say, Nadiyya was not happy with Sunil’s plan once the power-maddened Cathar revealed it to her. The excessively loud but brief argument between the two was enough to reach through the apartment walls to Hakim’s room, waking the young Cathar from his sleep. Hakim, who had been protective of his mother all his life, was worried when he heard his mother yelling very angrily at someone.
He hurriedly pulled on a pair of pants and rushed to his mother’s room, where he retrieved a slug thrower pistol from her nightstand. From there he headed downstairs, just in time to see a black-robed figure pull a light saber, and, in a display that would forever scar Hakim’s trust of the force-sensitive, coldly inform Nadiyya that she was ’not worth the argument’ just before igniting the blood-red blade and efficiently severing her head from her shoulders with a quick slice.
Hakim didn’t hesitate. He leveled the pistol at the figure’s back and squeezed the trigger twice. The first shot was a mortal wound, the second killed his mother’s attacker, but that didn’t stop the fury-driven teen from emptying the entire 10-round clip into the robed monster.
After the lengthy police investigation into the murder, followed by a even lengthier and revealing probe into the killing by the Jedi Order in which Hakim learned that he had killed his own father, he decided to go off the grid as much as was possible. He quit school, moved all the family bank accounts to new, untraceable ones, then shipped his things and much of his mother’s things to a seedy suburban apartment in a distant city on Balmorra.
At his new ‘home’, Hakim decided he wanted to leave Balmorra. As he didn’t have enough creds to buy a ship of his own at the time, or even to get off world, he started searching the local junkyards. At first, his hope was to be able to repair and sell enough things from there to be able to get off Balmorra, but after he found a mothballed Corvette scheduled for destruction, he came up with a new plan…
Nearly two years of toiling later, and he had refurbished the ship, learned how to fly, sold all the belongings he had that he couldn’t take with him in his living quarters aboard the Tien, and left Balmorra for parts unknown.
Ever since then Hakim has been getting over his head all across the galaxy. While he puts his ship to good use as a freighter on legal hauls, he found that considerable sums of credits, and risk, can be had by moving less-than-legal goods for certain customers. Over the years, he’s moved guns, spice, explosives, and more contraband than you can shake a stick at, and he‘s not likely to stop with his smuggling exploits anytime soon.
Most recently, Hakim has been reunited with his old friend, Feron Nial, and he's met [and occasionally befriended] some interesting characters along the way, such as Faan'tina and
Adelaide Wynne.
Role Plays:
R&R Night
Reunited
New Friendship
[Well, there you have it, mah charrie. Nice, long, and probably overly detailed, but at least it‘s done! (I slaved away on this most of the day. lol.) Critique away, please! And if there are any probs, let me know so that I may address them immediately. Thanks!]
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