WORK IN PROGRESS
COMPOSITION AND APPEARANCE:
Jamiro Louden Gobros is 20 years old with a muscular build, rare for his species. Being a Balosar, he has retractable antennapalps which when extended give him incredible hearing and intuition. Usually, he keeps his antennapalps retracted, making him look like a slightly short human, since Balosars don't have a very good reputation on many worlds. Jamiro has shaggy brown hair, that often flops down into deep green eyes. Freckles are sprinkled lightly across his nose, making him look even younger and easier to tease. He often bears a catchy smile and often at least tries to look presentable.
Jamiro dresses simply and colorfully, though everyday his attire is unpredictable. One day he'll wear torn pants with a white shirt and brown leather jacket and the next a spiffy suit with a sky blue tie or even pajama pants and a totally unmatching sweatshirt. You never know what you'll see him wearing, only that it will often be accompanied with a deathstick hanging out of his mouth.
PERSONALITY:
Jamiro is a generally friendly, lovable, outgoing guy. He loves to be around people and to be liked. Who doesn't? He likes to hang out and have a drink at a bar, or race or bungee jump. You name it. If you're his friend, he'll be there like a loyal bantha to a Tusken child. Unfortunately he has no respect for other people's privacy, which can lead people to think he's nosy. He prefers curious. He likes to be informed.
Jamiro is also a stickler for fairness and justice, even if it's against the law. He always wants to do the right thing, the good thing, what a hero would do, though sometimes his sense of right and wrong is clouded or on rare occasions, even biased. At least he tries...
LIKES AND DISLIKES:
Jamiro really can't complain about anything. He likes everything, or so it seems, besides boring lectures, unneccesary hatred/meaness and doing nothing. Oh, and anyone harming Toefi. Though he hasn't seen her in years, he's still as protective of her as ever. She's like a little sister to him. He always needs something to do, which is where many of his talents stemmed from: picking locks, making friends, spying, and his deathstick addiction.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Jamiro is strong in personality and puzzles. He enjoys his job working for Intelligence, planning 'gigs' and digging up dirt on 'enemies.' It comes easily to him. Computers, mechanics and blasters he is at home with, and is relatively physically strong...
Relatively doesn't match up with any other species however. If considered as a human, he's really only average. Often, he tries to cover up the bad reputation his species gets by retracting his antennapalps and looking human. This reduces his hearing and alertness, though gives him a convincing disguise.
HISTORY:
Jamiro Louden Gobros was born on the crime ridden, polluted world of Balosar, with brown hair, lovable green eyes and a brilliant smile, to a money hungry billionaire and a mother he would never know. The whole first 8 years of his life actually weren’t known by this child, but he thought that was just… normal. How was he supposed to know? Nothing in his life would ever be normal however.
Dad started off as a deathstick dealer, slowly working his way up to more crimes and more money, or so Jamiro had been told. Eventually this led to a kidnapping, of a little Chandrilan girl named Toefi. This went all wrong in Dad’s opinion. He was supposed to keep her for a few days until her parents could pay the ransom. Turns out, this was the wrong kid. A farmer’s daughter. Indecision and disappointment led to bringing the child to Balosar until a decision was reached about what to do with her.
She was 4 at the time and Jamiro was 9. In the beginning, this meant some teasing of course. Jamiro would call her Buggy, because in order to “blend in” she had to where the dumbest looking, fake antennapalps he’d ever seen. She looked like a bug. Strangely though, the two became quick and close buddies. They threw broken bottles at walls, spit out windows onto people in the alleys, played tag in junkyards, and all those fun things that if it were anywhere else, would horrify a parent. Toefi called him Hero though. On that nasty planet, he always kept her safe, and it rhymed. Really it was like an upgrade, like from Jim to SUPER Jim. He liked it, and so they were Hero and Buggy.
On Buggy’s 6th birthday, nearly 2 years after her abduction, she blew out her candles and quietly wished she was home. Hero heard this and decided helping his friend would be the best thing to do. The right thing. The next day, he took some cash from daddy’s safe, which at his young age of 11 was already able to break into, and paid a smuggler to take her home. He rode on the ship, in the cockpit, while Buggy was in a box unknowing that he was there, just to make sure she got there safely, then returned home in pretty much the same fashion.
After that mess up, and since he’d gathered quite a bit of cash, Dad decided to “become respectable.” He started to help out at a holo rental shop, moving up to the news and eventually to star in holovids, and the paparazzi came out of nowhere. He liked the paparazzi however. They were fun, and told him things that he wanted to know if he’d tell them something in return. Pictures were worth even more, and he took to always having a camera with him, just in case. He actually liked pictures, and taking them. You learned a lot about things when you could pause time and study what was going on. He made a habit of this, thanks to those funny people. Jamiro’s life became easier. No more dingy apartments and creepy, dangerous friends of dad’s. Now he had actresses and other stars coming to the lovely home that he lived in, much bigger than a father with no time for a wife and his son needed.
As Jamiro was now in high school, he realized suddenly, as if over night, he had great strength, much more than the average Balosar, as they tended to be a frail race. This went well along with his coordination, lock picking and mechanical tinkering and gave him talent. He excelled at sports and his popularity grew. He loved the attention at school, and the wild parties every time he went home to see the stars. These two years seemed like they couldn’t be beat, but boy was Jamiro wrong.
As Dad became more popular, Jamiro saw more of the good life. He wanted to visit his first “home” where they had lived with Buggy however, and returned just to see some girl being mugged, some drug dealers picking fights with each other and well, the criminal world that he spent his childhood in. Being the boy who likes things fair and just, he didn’t like that they didn’t have the same great time with life that he was having and so, sitting on the dumpster where he and Buggy used to hide, remembered her name for him. Hero. And that was just what Balosar needed: a hero.
It wasn’t to hard to get himself a mask and a cape. He was soon or making drug dealers change their ways, beating up assassins or stopping thieves, yet pick pocketing from the very rich to use the money to buy food for the hungry during the night, but by day he was still that lovable popular boy who is good at sports and who’s dad is a movie star. Sure, some of his ideas of right weren’t exactly correct, but he was a pretty good superhero, and the paparazzi wanted his picture now to. Good thing he took pictures of everything. Criminals he fought. Costume changes. He’d never tip them off to who he really was though. Everyone loved him now, barring criminals and evil doers of course. Since Balosar had virtually no good guy, he was just referred to as Hero again. Wouldn’t Buggy be proud?
His busy nights and days starting messing with his already only average schoolwork and he finally graduated, though very low in the class. Didn’t matter to him. His job right now was being a superhero and tipping off the paparazzi to what was up with the stars, just like he‘d been doing ever since his sophomore year. Soon he was one of them. When not fighting crime to the best of his ability he was busy with spilling celebrities’ stories. Soon he was visiting one of his dad’s friends at her home, chatting and eventually getting some dirt on her new boyfriend. The press would love that, should he choose to sell it for money he didn’t need. A camera flashed outside the window and soon she was screaming and cursing her bodyguard, Salem.
He was fired. Jamiro felt bad, and followed the man out into the street. He offered his apologies and some pictures, since it was his fault that the paparazzi knew where the celebrity lived. Jamiro really didn‘t have any respect for privacy anymore. He offered some information on who was looking for a bodyguard, or a banker, or a plethora of other jobs. Salem was impressed, and invited him to work as Head of Intelligence for his new group of mercenaries, run by Salem and his buddy Rios.
Jamiro wasn’t so sure, but was whisked away anyway to Coruscant, a world where he actually may have a chance to be a hero again, if he gets the time. Jamiro lives in the Middle City, and works getting jobs for Salio Inc. though he is trying to get these mercs work that will put them on the right path...[/CENTER]
COMPOSITION AND APPEARANCE:
Jamiro Louden Gobros is 20 years old with a muscular build, rare for his species. Being a Balosar, he has retractable antennapalps which when extended give him incredible hearing and intuition. Usually, he keeps his antennapalps retracted, making him look like a slightly short human, since Balosars don't have a very good reputation on many worlds. Jamiro has shaggy brown hair, that often flops down into deep green eyes. Freckles are sprinkled lightly across his nose, making him look even younger and easier to tease. He often bears a catchy smile and often at least tries to look presentable.
Jamiro dresses simply and colorfully, though everyday his attire is unpredictable. One day he'll wear torn pants with a white shirt and brown leather jacket and the next a spiffy suit with a sky blue tie or even pajama pants and a totally unmatching sweatshirt. You never know what you'll see him wearing, only that it will often be accompanied with a deathstick hanging out of his mouth.
PERSONALITY:
Jamiro is a generally friendly, lovable, outgoing guy. He loves to be around people and to be liked. Who doesn't? He likes to hang out and have a drink at a bar, or race or bungee jump. You name it. If you're his friend, he'll be there like a loyal bantha to a Tusken child. Unfortunately he has no respect for other people's privacy, which can lead people to think he's nosy. He prefers curious. He likes to be informed.
Jamiro is also a stickler for fairness and justice, even if it's against the law. He always wants to do the right thing, the good thing, what a hero would do, though sometimes his sense of right and wrong is clouded or on rare occasions, even biased. At least he tries...
LIKES AND DISLIKES:
Jamiro really can't complain about anything. He likes everything, or so it seems, besides boring lectures, unneccesary hatred/meaness and doing nothing. Oh, and anyone harming Toefi. Though he hasn't seen her in years, he's still as protective of her as ever. She's like a little sister to him. He always needs something to do, which is where many of his talents stemmed from: picking locks, making friends, spying, and his deathstick addiction.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Jamiro is strong in personality and puzzles. He enjoys his job working for Intelligence, planning 'gigs' and digging up dirt on 'enemies.' It comes easily to him. Computers, mechanics and blasters he is at home with, and is relatively physically strong...
Relatively doesn't match up with any other species however. If considered as a human, he's really only average. Often, he tries to cover up the bad reputation his species gets by retracting his antennapalps and looking human. This reduces his hearing and alertness, though gives him a convincing disguise.
HISTORY:
Jamiro Louden Gobros was born on the crime ridden, polluted world of Balosar, with brown hair, lovable green eyes and a brilliant smile, to a money hungry billionaire and a mother he would never know. The whole first 8 years of his life actually weren’t known by this child, but he thought that was just… normal. How was he supposed to know? Nothing in his life would ever be normal however.
Dad started off as a deathstick dealer, slowly working his way up to more crimes and more money, or so Jamiro had been told. Eventually this led to a kidnapping, of a little Chandrilan girl named Toefi. This went all wrong in Dad’s opinion. He was supposed to keep her for a few days until her parents could pay the ransom. Turns out, this was the wrong kid. A farmer’s daughter. Indecision and disappointment led to bringing the child to Balosar until a decision was reached about what to do with her.
She was 4 at the time and Jamiro was 9. In the beginning, this meant some teasing of course. Jamiro would call her Buggy, because in order to “blend in” she had to where the dumbest looking, fake antennapalps he’d ever seen. She looked like a bug. Strangely though, the two became quick and close buddies. They threw broken bottles at walls, spit out windows onto people in the alleys, played tag in junkyards, and all those fun things that if it were anywhere else, would horrify a parent. Toefi called him Hero though. On that nasty planet, he always kept her safe, and it rhymed. Really it was like an upgrade, like from Jim to SUPER Jim. He liked it, and so they were Hero and Buggy.
On Buggy’s 6th birthday, nearly 2 years after her abduction, she blew out her candles and quietly wished she was home. Hero heard this and decided helping his friend would be the best thing to do. The right thing. The next day, he took some cash from daddy’s safe, which at his young age of 11 was already able to break into, and paid a smuggler to take her home. He rode on the ship, in the cockpit, while Buggy was in a box unknowing that he was there, just to make sure she got there safely, then returned home in pretty much the same fashion.
After that mess up, and since he’d gathered quite a bit of cash, Dad decided to “become respectable.” He started to help out at a holo rental shop, moving up to the news and eventually to star in holovids, and the paparazzi came out of nowhere. He liked the paparazzi however. They were fun, and told him things that he wanted to know if he’d tell them something in return. Pictures were worth even more, and he took to always having a camera with him, just in case. He actually liked pictures, and taking them. You learned a lot about things when you could pause time and study what was going on. He made a habit of this, thanks to those funny people. Jamiro’s life became easier. No more dingy apartments and creepy, dangerous friends of dad’s. Now he had actresses and other stars coming to the lovely home that he lived in, much bigger than a father with no time for a wife and his son needed.
As Jamiro was now in high school, he realized suddenly, as if over night, he had great strength, much more than the average Balosar, as they tended to be a frail race. This went well along with his coordination, lock picking and mechanical tinkering and gave him talent. He excelled at sports and his popularity grew. He loved the attention at school, and the wild parties every time he went home to see the stars. These two years seemed like they couldn’t be beat, but boy was Jamiro wrong.
As Dad became more popular, Jamiro saw more of the good life. He wanted to visit his first “home” where they had lived with Buggy however, and returned just to see some girl being mugged, some drug dealers picking fights with each other and well, the criminal world that he spent his childhood in. Being the boy who likes things fair and just, he didn’t like that they didn’t have the same great time with life that he was having and so, sitting on the dumpster where he and Buggy used to hide, remembered her name for him. Hero. And that was just what Balosar needed: a hero.
It wasn’t to hard to get himself a mask and a cape. He was soon or making drug dealers change their ways, beating up assassins or stopping thieves, yet pick pocketing from the very rich to use the money to buy food for the hungry during the night, but by day he was still that lovable popular boy who is good at sports and who’s dad is a movie star. Sure, some of his ideas of right weren’t exactly correct, but he was a pretty good superhero, and the paparazzi wanted his picture now to. Good thing he took pictures of everything. Criminals he fought. Costume changes. He’d never tip them off to who he really was though. Everyone loved him now, barring criminals and evil doers of course. Since Balosar had virtually no good guy, he was just referred to as Hero again. Wouldn’t Buggy be proud?
His busy nights and days starting messing with his already only average schoolwork and he finally graduated, though very low in the class. Didn’t matter to him. His job right now was being a superhero and tipping off the paparazzi to what was up with the stars, just like he‘d been doing ever since his sophomore year. Soon he was one of them. When not fighting crime to the best of his ability he was busy with spilling celebrities’ stories. Soon he was visiting one of his dad’s friends at her home, chatting and eventually getting some dirt on her new boyfriend. The press would love that, should he choose to sell it for money he didn’t need. A camera flashed outside the window and soon she was screaming and cursing her bodyguard, Salem.
He was fired. Jamiro felt bad, and followed the man out into the street. He offered his apologies and some pictures, since it was his fault that the paparazzi knew where the celebrity lived. Jamiro really didn‘t have any respect for privacy anymore. He offered some information on who was looking for a bodyguard, or a banker, or a plethora of other jobs. Salem was impressed, and invited him to work as Head of Intelligence for his new group of mercenaries, run by Salem and his buddy Rios.
Jamiro wasn’t so sure, but was whisked away anyway to Coruscant, a world where he actually may have a chance to be a hero again, if he gets the time. Jamiro lives in the Middle City, and works getting jobs for Salio Inc. though he is trying to get these mercs work that will put them on the right path...[/CENTER]
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