NAME: Terreth Mavsel
FACTION: None
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: Corellian-Human
AGE: 32
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 6'2
WEIGHT: 235 lbs
EYES: Brown
HAIR:Brown
SKIN: Tanned white
CREDITS: 1,000
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: A tattoo on the left side of his neck spelling out 'Noonie'
DOMINATE HAND: Right
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
STRENGTH: 8/10
DESTERITY: 7/10
CONSTITUTION: 10/10
INTELLIGENCE: 9/10
WISDOM: 7/10
CHARISMA: 6/10
FORCE POWERS:
N/A
SKILLS:
Terr performs best with a blaster or a slugthrower, although he's received extensive training in hand to hand combat through CorSec. The only other notable skill he has would probably be piloting his personal starship.
LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS:
N/A
GEAR:
Terreth usually prefers to wear his suit and includes a light blast resistant vest beneath it. He isn't one to brandish blasters in public, but generally has a standard blaster pistol in a holster on his right hip. In scenarios that call for it, he'll have his A280 "Longblaster" blaster rifle slung over his shoulder. Aside from that, the occasional concussion grenade or vibro blade can be found hidden on his belt.
SHIP:
His ship is approximately 18 meters long and sufficiently equipped to handle any situations that might present themselves during his journey. It has 18 hard-points on the frame where additional weapon emplacements can be fixated. The engines are standard of the BTL-S8 K-wing. A hyperdrive was added for convenience.
PETS:
No
Personality: Like most of his war-engrossed brethren, Terr is a rash thinker and often consolidates his opinion with some variant of a blaster. Unless provoked, he has a calm demeanor. There are three things he's particularly fond of; Any form of fighting, women and alcohol, a combination of them or even all of them at once. On numerous occassions, his irrational behavior has gotten him into trouble, but he's a good man by heart.
Goals: Terr has been drifting around the galaxy since his CorSec days. There isn't a night when he doesn't dream of re-joining them. Unfortunately, a series of dismaying events constantly discourages him from doing so. He aspires to join the New Republic or even, someday, open his own business.
Background: Terralot, born Terreth Mavsel, was the son of Rose and Parker Mavsel, both members of CorSec and natives of Corellia. There isn't much to say of his childhood, except that it was mundane and repititious. He spent alot of time with his father, who was stationed closer to their hometown than his mother was and enjoyed fighting and weaponry almost as much as the adult Terr does, perhaps that's where he got it from.
When Terr finished school, his primary goal was to join CorSec and follow in his parents footsteps, but he knew that it would be some time before he could achieve such a feat. His only alternative was to join a 'rent-a-cop' company, if you will. They accepted him, threw him into a 6 month training program and presented him before a variety of employers tossing up bids for the companies services. His first assignment was pretty banal, consisting of warehouse detail and gate security. Assignments like this continued for approximately two years, until he had the experience and collected self for a high-risk detail.
Next thing he knew, he was deployed with three other squads in a remote town that was constantly plagued by raiders and criminals. They were strapped up in light blast resistant armor, cheap helmets and the A280 "Longblaster" blaster rifle. This was a marvelous weapon, but unfortunately none of them had recieved the proper training to use it. Many event-less nights were passed with target practice and combat maneuvers with other units. Just when they thought this was another useless mission, a small freighter landed in the town dock. They were notified that the freighter didn't have security clearance, so they were supposed to go check it out. Much to their surprise, it was a vessel packed full of slaves and angry slave traders. The first two of his security guards that entered got torn apart by the massive slug throwers the slave runners were wielding.
A scene of chaos broke out in the once peaceful town. It was quickly suppressed by Terr and his friend Noonie, whom gave leadership to the confused security guards. It was only about two months later that he found out that that event and those following had all been scenarios plotted by a CorSec intelligence agent. It was meant to filter out weak units. The 'rent-a-cop' corporation was real, just a dummy to CorSec. The only reason he was told was because CorSec had taken an interest in him and concluded he had potential. Terr would spend the next 7 years working for CorSec.
Terr enjoyed his work in CorSec until his friend Noonie was killed in an assignment. After the event, he resigned from CorSec. Today, Terreth wanders the galaxy aimlessly, searching for his calling. To support himself, he does the occasional ship boarding, although he doesn't necessarily consider himself a pirate.
KILLS:
N/A
DUELING RING MATCHES:
N/A
GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES:
N/A
ROLE-PLAYS:
N/A
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