Avi-Hi Vox

[ZII]

Avi-Hi Vox
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Name: Avi-Hi Vox
Faction: Independent
Rank:
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 24
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 5'11
WEIGHT: 192 lbs
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Brown
SKIN: White/but not pale
CREDITS: 1000
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Scared from an explosive device on his left arm, shoulder, and neck
FORCE SENSITIVE: No

STRENGTH: 5/10
DEXTERITY: 6/10
CONSTITUTION: 5/10
INTELLIGENCE: 5/10
WISDOM: 5/10
CHARISMA: 7/10


BIOGRAPHY: Avi-Hi Vox, or Vox if you know him, was born the only child of Arron and Maria Vox. Growing up, Avi-Hi traveled with his family throughout the core worlds, as freighter pilots his family always had enough and they rarely went without. However at the age of 17 Avi-Hi grew tired of the constant Travel and wished to Enlist, but due to his parents concerns about the growing conflict Avi-Hi made a compromise with them. Instead he would end up joining the Coruscant Security Force where his cousin Tax currently served. The indoctrination portion of his training was perhaps the hardest part of his endeavor, never fully buying into the Imperials message, Avi-Hi kept the course and made it to the end of his training with high marks. Joining his cousin in the lower levels of the city Vox quickly made a name for himself due his ability to deal with a variety of people due to his travel experience. Vox could talk down most people he came in contact with and when required he could run them down. His Commanders looking to impress their higher-ups soon had Vox Represent there unit in regional Security Force competition. After 3 days with little sleep Vox Returned to his unit Gold medal in hand.

Vox's career looked promising, his participation in undercover operations, high risk arrests, and even and unorthodox hostage rescue that involved repelling 300 ft down a building into a service hatch, soon earned him a spot on the Senate guard it was here he would find his career and life hanging in the balance. One evening while escorting some imperial officials though an area that often held violent anti imperial rallies Vox came under attack. Blaster fire from as many as 6 windows came ripping though the imperial group, Vox quickly radioed for backup and began to run a peel with the other members of his team soon found the way they came blocked by a large group of protesters. "Blast though them you fool" Barked the aging imperial officer hunched over out of breath. "Negative sir, My orders are to keep you alive not start a neighborhood uprising, Now move" Vox yelled while forcing the office into a nearby shop. Just after Vox, the last man into the shop, stepped though the doorway that he felt the massive burst of pressure come out of the refuge they sought. Awaking he could barely make out the burnt bodies of his team and the officer lay next to him on the evac gunship that powered its way though the city.

The weeks after the incident went by in a blur due to the meetings with internal investigations, imperial officials , Physical therapists, and finally the Sham of a trail held for him. As they put it, Vox's leadership not only led to the death of his team and an Imperial officer but also instigated a neighborhood riot. They Stripped him of rank, credits, apartment, everything but his ID and the cloths on his back. But as luck would have it his cousin and his former unit hadn't forgotten the work he had done, his cousin met him at the space port one final time handing him a duffle bag, "Don't open this until your in private" he whispered, handing Vox the hefty tote "Also that repossessed ship over on the far wall I took it off the books. The former owners, the Hutts, wont like it to much but hey" he quirked handing Vox the Data pad that made him the now "registered" Owner.

Now Vox hopes to continue bringing justice, but in his own way and on his own terms. Looking to get his foot in the door of the bounty hunter trade is going to be hell of a ride.

PERSONALITY: Avi-Hi Vox, was the definition of a straight shooter and in his opinion he still is. Various events in his life have turned him rather cold. His chosen career gave him purpose, focused and most importantly Discipline. Once he lost his career, he lost himself. Now his distrust of institutions has forced him to start working for himself. His goal in life is to to see justice served to those who he feels betrayed him.
FORCE POWERS: N/A
SKILLS:

Advanced Rappelling
Basic Hand to hand skills (unarmed)
Advanced weapons (Imperial style Blasters)
Basic piloting skills (Freighters)
Intermediate piloting skills (Air-speeders)
Basic First aid (Immediate Trauma care)
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LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS: N/A

STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES: Vox, is man of thought as much as he is a man of action. Indecision and irrational reactions don't sit well with him. However he is far from perfect, he knows only little of life outside the core worlds. While large cities and life aboard star ships comes naturally to him his limited experience outside of these places make him vulnerable while outside his comfort zone. Additionally he has never seen nor really heard much about the Force. His real fear come from Sentient Droids, tho familiar with security, and even astrodroids, the ones the go out and have their own "intuition" dose not sit well with Vox. If it doesn't take orders its not right.

GEAR:
Blaster Carbine
Blaster pistol
Stun Gernade
Patrolman's armor with holster for Blaster pistol
Steel restraints
Civilian cloths
Dark Grey "Tactical" uniform
Datapad
Personal First aid kit (with 1 shot of Bacta)
Sturdy leather boots
Rappelling Gear +500ft rappel line


SHIP: Theta-class T-2c shuttle Renamed: Lady Rust
This ageing Shuttle has seen better days. Most recently used as a Hutt transport vessel for "Precarious goods" this shuttle has now been renamed and re-purposed. She now sports a new white paint job with complimenting Black stripes over the engines and wingtips. Equipped with a barley functional Class 1 hyper-drive, and a moderate condition class 15 spare this gal will get you where you need to go. Quad laser cannons sport the front while A single laser cannon remains aft for protection. The Shuttle is serviced by Crimson-3 a Drum-Series Pit Droid who's capability is questionable at best. It truly is amazing how this vessel, scared from a hundred fights, or maybe accidents, is still a capable of exploration.

DROIDS: Crimson-3, A Drum-Series Pit Droid in fair condition. Nammed for the Dark Red 3 adorning the droids helmet, this droid preforms the rudimentary maintenance needed to keep Lady Rust flying.

PETS: (or plants) Vox keeps a barrel like cactus in a small planter kept alive by regular watering and an indoor light.

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KILLS:N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:N/A
DUELING RING MATCHES:N/A
GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES:N/A
ROLE-PLAYS:N/A

 

[ZII]

This is my First Attempt at a Character for this kinda role play. If there is something different I should do please let me know. Also if you have an RP that could use a man like Vox let me know.

 

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