Grimlock
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- May 20, 2013
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NAME:
Max Jericho
FACTION:
Hutt Cartel
RANK:
Prospect
SPECIES:
Human
AGE:
25
GENDER:
Male
HEIGHT:
6'3"
WEIGHT:
215 lbs
EYES:
Green
HAIR:
Red
SKIN:
Pale
CREDITS:
1000
DISTINGUISHING MARKS:
Tattoos on left arm.
Unusual hairstyle
FORCE SENSITIVE:
Negative
STRENGTH: 6/10: Max is in average condition for a man his age. Normal amounts of activity give him a slight edge when it comes to combat. He partakes in a short exercise session when he can find the time.
DEXTERITY: 8/10: Max is an extremely dexterous individual capable of throwing himself across the rooftops and through smaller crevices with ease. Like a slippery creature, he can evade and escape the clutches of an enemy as though they were wampas.
CONSTITUTION: 6/10: Despite his dexterity and exercise, Max has an unhealthy love for liquor and cigarras or cigarettes. This is no doubt causing damage to his health.
INTELLIGENCE: 8/10: Computers are something that Max is good at working with. He seems to have a second nature when it comes to dealing with them.
WISDOM: 4/10: He doesn't seem to be a very wise individual with his bad judgement calls nor does he really consider himself to be wise since he knows he is young and still has much to learn in his lifetime.
CHARISMA: 1/10: Very introverted, Max prefers to work alone or if he is forced to work with another, he speaks very little instead losing himself in the Glimmick music he carries with him on a datapad that connects to his comlink.
FORCE POWERS:
N/A
SKILLS:
Advanced hacking
Advanced hand to hand
Intermediate piloting (Fighters and freighters)
Intermediate firearms training
Basic ship repair
Basic demolitions
LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS:
Stava. Stava incorporates joint-locks, pressure points, nerve pinches, takedowns, and quick and deadly strikes with the hands, arms, feet, and legs. Stava also instructed practitioners in the art of throwing and wielding the traditional fighting sickle of the Noghri, as well as the more primitive weapons adopted by the assassins, such as quarterstaffs, vibroblades, and Vrakolian Spin-blades.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES: Max is an intelligent individual who unfortunately made bad decisions. Agile, cunning, and quiet. Max was the perfect candidate to be an assassin or intelligence operator. While his strengths in computer slicing and hand to hand combat give him the perfect skill set for the above mentioned occupations, he is incapable of working with others for the most part. When he does he tends to avoid contact with them until he's gotten to know them, though he refrains from speaking even after he has. Unfortunately his biggest weakness are his vices. He can't say no to a glass of any alcoholic beverage, nor will he be found without a cigarette or cigarra between his lips.
GEAR:
- Weapons
Ca'oya "Night Hunter" Blade (Across back. Right shoulder draw)
Shiib'kal "Keen Blade" (Horizontal across back of belt)
Watchman Blaster (Holstered in right boot)
Red Hydra Z-5 Blaster (Holstered Right thigh)
3 Vrakolian Spin-blades (hidden throughout clothing)
- Other Equipment
Datapad modified for hacking
Datachips of hacking programs
SHIP:
Pursuer-class Enforcement Ship Electronic Interference.
DROIDS:
R-9 series Astromech droid. "Chief"
PETS:
None
PERSONALITY:
Max is the type of person that would rather speak through actions instead of words. He rarely speaks and when he does, it's very straightforward and to the point. An introvert by choice, he is more at home when surrounded by tech. He describes them as being "more conversational than the living" and can often be found talking to a console while he hacks into it or repairs it. Max is a self proclaimed artist when it comes to programming or slicing and takes it as a personal insult when someone claims they can crack his systems, since he had programmed and written them all himself. Not the type to go out of his way to kill someone, he would rather use his martial arts training to incapacitate his opponent, only killing them if he has no other choice.
BIOGRAPHY:
Born on a backwater mining planet to a broken family, Max had a rather unhappy childhood from the beginning. From the age he was able to walk, he helped his mother in some way whether that be fetching something small from the back of their small saloon for the miners. His father had abandoned them and they were left to fend for themselves which led to the opening of the establishment. Yes it brought money in and they were able to eat, though the abuse his mother received from the miners was often more than the young Max could take. He took to locking himself in his room when he wasn't needed else he feared he would kill one of the miners which would bring nothing but trouble atop their heads. For five years he went through that hell until finally one day while he wandered the city, he was snatched from the streets by a group of men wearing masks and black armor. Nine year old Max had been taken by a guild of assassins against his will and was forced into a life of cruel training and strict tutelage in the arts of killing.
The group that had abducted him were followers of the Naghri and practitioners of the art known as Stava. He learned quickly that to fail meant to be forced to continue without meals or to be locked in a dark room with no windows. This continued for six years, until he was stronger, faster, and smarter than the other children he was training alongside. He was not at the top of his class, though he was not at the bottom. Finding that happy middle ground that kept the instructors from punishing him, yet kept their eyes away from him. What was truly his saving grace were his skills with electronics, which awed the men who had kidnapped him. Fifteen years old and he could crack a system designed by the most skilled of the guilds hacking specialists. Max could not explain it other than saying the machines "spoke to him" and so he underwent more training in computer slicing and hacking.
Finally the day came on his 18th that he was sent out on a contract which thankfully he completed and brought money into the guilds pockets. He soon came to enjoy the killing even finding contracts that would test his skills more and more until there came a day when he took a job that would change his life forever. At 24 years old, Max was assigned to travel to Coruscant to assassinate a low level senator which would prove simple enough. He hacked through the senator's security systems and made entry into the building to find the man in his office. Like the ghost, Max ran his blade through the chest of the senator, successfully completing his contract. As he turned to leave, he saw a young girl with eyes aghast at what she had seen. He mouth open in a silent scream, left the assassin shaken. He had never dealt with children before and had never the intention to do so. Yet there he stood looking this young child in the face unsure of how to continue. Sheathing his sword, Max jumped back into the duct he had entered from and disappeared. He reported his mission complete and received his payment only to disappear into the galaxy.
He was determined to repent for his actions after realizing the lives he had destroyed with his actions. He sent almost all of his savings to his mother, unsure if she even lived. Before however, he purchased a broken down PES which he dubbed Electronic Interference and an R9 unit which he nicknamed Chief and they began repairing the ship. Finishing the repairs six months later, Max flew under the radar of the Assassin's Guild while attempting to find some way to gain repentance for the wrongs he had committed through his short life.
While exploring the universe, doing what little jobs he could to help the locals and earn enough money to at least eat, until he received a transmission from a code he had never seen before. It was an individual identifying himself as Hiro and he was the leader of a group called the Waste Rangers on a planet named Zonju V. He offered Max the chance to right the wrongs he had committed and be at peace knowing he was helping the downtrodden of the galaxy. Max accepted the invitation and made his way to Zonju V where he found a saloon found with many other like minded individuals who wanted the same thing he did. Though it was not to be. Max was with the Rangers for a short time before Hiro disappeared without a trace. Even Ross, the intelligence agent of the Rangers couldn't find him and so the Rangers disbanded, it's members scattering to the corners of the galaxy.
Max went his own way with his trusty R9 unit Chief and began to hear whispers of a new Rebellion brewing made up of remnant forces from the fallen Alliance and members recruited in the sectors of the Manaan Alliance along with civilians who formed a resistance of their own. The young slicing assassin figured if anyone could use his help to make the galaxy a better place, it would be them and so he searched them out. After what seemed like ages, Max was put in a position where he was forced to defend himself against a local police force that had somehow gotten his image and name, no doubt from the Assassin's Guild he had left. He killed one of the officers before disappearing into the darkness of the city, running to the Hutt planet of Nar Shaddaa. He realized there was no getting away from what he was. An assassin trained to take lives at any cost. He approached the Cartel and signed on with them as a Prospect of their organization.
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