THIS CHARACTER IS DEAD
The Gambler
I've got lies to tell your children
When my smile pierces through your bones
Right through your bones
The grass is green inside the yard
I can make you laugh so ****ing hard
It hurts you
Inside your bones
Blake Zeth
Boss of the Sontrebren Crew
The Gambler
I've got lies to tell your children
When my smile pierces through your bones
Right through your bones
The grass is green inside the yard
I can make you laugh so ****ing hard
It hurts you
Inside your bones
Blake Zeth
Boss of the Sontrebren Crew
Hey, I’m not a jerk! I can be a nice guy. Yeah, I CAN be, but only if you’re being nice to me. Otherwise I’ll just let my blaster scream your name and your done for. Don’t mess with me, kid.
Name: Blake Zeth
(Born Leod Jameson)
Nickname: The Gambler
Age: 45
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Birthplace: Coruscant
Faction: The Sontrebren Crew
Rank: Boss
Force Sensitive: Yes
COMPOSITION AND APPEARANCE:
Blake has a dark skin, a pair of Brown eyes, and long black hair. He has a small growing beard and a moustache, what makes him look like a real badass. He wears leather silver jacket with a red shirt underneath. He often wears his blue pants with two red stripes going down the legs. He has black boots and two black gloves. He also wears a belt to which he can attach his blaster pistol as well as his vibrosword. On first sight, Blake looks like a thoughtless mercenary who kills without thought, but in fact, as explained in the personality, he is not very self-confident at all.
PERSONALITY:
Always trying to do the right thing and afraid of doing the wrong thing. He can’t stand to lose, and it often gets him pissed off and when he fails to protect anyone dear to him, he will give himself all the blame.
As a kid, Blake was quite friendly and he was always seeking joy and fun. However, as he grew older, he changed. He saw people dying and he could not take all that. All the depression changed him into a cold and hard man, though he will keep trying to do the right thing.
Although Blake seems like an aggressive man, he always wants to think over certain problems. He never wants to run into any situations unprepared, although it often happens to him.
However, Blake is not afraid of dying.
LIKES AND DISLIKES:
Blake loves Freedom. He feels great about him being free and he enjoys it. He likes traveling and exploring in the outer space.
He does not like long waiting. When something takes too long he has the feeling he has to do something. He cannot sit around and wait.
"I hate those ugly overgrown slugs!" - Blake speaking out his opinion about the Hutts.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Skilled in blaster usage and unbeatable in a game of poker. He has great talent for sword fighting though he does not use swords a lot. He also knows how to do martial arts combat, but that is a minor skill of him. Just like sword fighting, he does not do this often.
He can easily take on a small squad of soldiers, five units max, on his own, when using his gun and the right tactics. However, when the squad becomes to big he will be outmatched soon.
On this pic Blake can be seen with a lightsaber. Please ignore the weapon until he really has one.
Skills:
-Blake is a very good swordsman
-He can handle a blaster quite well
-He knows how to pilot ships
-He has quite some field experience
-Gambling
Equipment:
-Sharp Vibrosword
-Blaster Pistol
-Datapad
-Comlink
-Mercenary Outfit
Powers and Abilities:
Blake is very sensitive to the Force and he just knows when other sensitives are near to him. He also knows minor telekinesis and he can use a minor version of Force Sense. Though he does not use these things often, he is capable of using them. He is not aware of his own Force Sensitivity.
My Story
Twenty years ago…
Twenty years ago…
Rude Awakenings
When I woke up, I found myself soaked. My head was pounding like some rancor had been sitting on my head for a couple of hours and my whole body hurt. As I regained conscious I managed to sit up and I looked at the havoc surrounding me. It was a terrible sight.
Piles of bodies, burning vehicles and a destroyed building. Blood mixed with the wet dirt on the ground. I was dirty and in pain.
Slowly I managed to stand up and I realized what had happened several hours ago. Me and my comrades were attack by a group of Alsakan soldiers while doing this scouting mission on Alsakan. It was damn dangerous but we were the special commandos, so we just followed our orders.
We went into hiding in one of the buildings there and used it as a secret base. I was the squad leader and we acted as Republic Spies. It was exiting, but lethal. Very, very lethal.
All of us, except for me, have found death in this mission, instead of success. Good thing was, however, that the Alsakans believed that I was dead too, so I could escape.
After praying for my fallen brothers I left the building. We all did not wear Republic Uniforms of course, for we were undercover, but I had to find new clothes anyway because mine were bloodied and torn.
I sneaked through some streets, trying not to be seen, and finally I found some clean clothes which were hanging out to dry. Lucky me they were just dried up when I came across them and I quickly changed my ugly clothes for new ones. Simple citizen clothing. Being the bastard I am, I hang my old ones back on the line and I ran faster than my legs could carry me away from the spot where I committed my little crime.
I then figured I needed to get the hell off this planet and back to the republic. But how?
Well, lemme tell ye how.
My nickname in the army was ‘the Gambler’ because I always won all card games and I won a lot of money. So I went to the first cantina I could find and I joined a game of poker.
They asked me for money to participate but instead I offered my blaster, which I had taken with me. Lucky me, instead of losing the blaster, I won a lot of money. I then rented a room and pokered even more, until I had enough money to buy a very small one-person vessel.
And so I managed to get off Alsakan.
Reporting Back
I arrived back at Coruscant and went back to HQ to report back. However, they all acted like they did not know me. I did not understand and then I got kicked out. I was about to walk away, in anger, when I suddenly heard a familiar voice. The voice of my commander.
“Jameson!” he shouted.
I turned around and greeted him, like a soldier would greet his commander. “Sir, yes sir!” I said.
“You’re declared dead!”
“What!?” I shouted in surprise and anger. “I’ve been what!?”
“Dead, Jameson! You’re a dead man!”
Then my commander turned around and just walked away, not even looking back at me. It meant I was expelled from the army and I was dead. At least, Leod Jameson was dead.
I still had a heck a lot money and I was on Coruscant, so I figured there were plenty options for me to choose from.
I went to a cantina and rented a room for a week and made some plans for myself. I rented the room under my cover name, which I used during my mission on Alsakan: Blake Zeth. From now on, I would use that name, since Leod Jameson had no meaning anymore.
Jameson had died. Zeth had born.
Thanks, commander.
***** you.
The Gambler
I was out of work. I had to do something. It was then when I remember my talent: Gambling. Why didn’t I make Gambling my new profession? I went downstairs and gambled. I gambled all day and won a lot. It’s true I sometimes lost some money, but I often won games and that’s how I built a great reputation. I gained allies, friends and a lot enemies and rivals. My life became messy and restless, but entertaining.
I ended up in several barfights as well. I punched a lot of skulls and kicked a lot of nuts. It also occurred sometimes that I had to draw my blaster, and shoot others. Because this usually took place in the lower city, the authorities did not bother to come stop certain fights. And so I got into the life of a thug and I liked it.
Mercenary Business
People knew my gun skills and one day a verpine man spoke to me. He wanted to hire me for some kind of job. It was about taking out some of his enemies and I agreed. I always could use some extra pocket money, and this verpine guy paid well for wiping out some thugs. He gave me the location, I went there, guns blazing, job done, returned to collect my reward.
It is so that I entered mercenary business. It paid well and it was exciting, in some way. Next to being a professional gambler, I was a merc and I made sure everyone knew. I got hired more and built even a better reputation. I got well known in the lower city of Coruscant and people began to fear me. I liked that.
Magic and Lasers
On a certain mission I was to take out some guy who had been killing several citizens. Odd thing was that these bodies had unusual wounds. Burnt holes. It was very odd. It could not be possibly done by blaster bolts or bullets.
I found our rather quickly what it was when I came across this killer. He casted a wave of lightning from his hand at me and I could barely dodge it. My heart was pounding and I wondered what kind of magic that was. I knew about Jedi and the Force, but such a power like this I had never seen before.
Out of self-defense I drew my blaster and began firing a rain of bolts at him, but he ignited a lightsaber in the blink of an eye and deflected my bolts. Then, suddenly, I could not breathe and some strange power lifted me up from the ground.
“Wh… what is this?” I managed to say.
“This, my friend. Is the DARK SIDE!” the Force-User shouted and he threw me against a stone wall behind me. My back hurt and my heart was pounding. I quickly aimed my blaster out of reflex but then quickly lowered it again, as I figured blaster bolts had no effect on this man. He would only block off the bolts with his lightsaber. I was outmatched.
Then suddenly a rock hit his head from above and by surprise he dropped his lightsaber. Without concerning about the rock I quickly aimed my gun and loaded his body with bolts. He died and fell to the ground.
I then ran over to his body and kneeled beside it. Then I looked up at the sky and saw a figure on top of the building. It shouted my name and I recognized the voice. It was Ton, the tynnan. He was a friend of mine who wandered through the streets. I had met him many times.
He climbed down via a pipe and said: “Hello, Blake. You ok?”
“I guess.” I said. “Thank you, Ton. Without you I would be dead by now.”
I then grabbed the lightsaber from the ground and looked at it. I was intrigued. I decided to take it with me, as a proof I had really killed this… dark jedi.
Capo
Sometime later I joined the Sontrebren Crew. I immediately became a Capo in the faction and I had to form my own subcrew: Black Jack. It suits my nickname: The Gambler.
As Capo it was my task to undertake missions for Govon the boss with my crew. I would lead my crew through the mission.
I completed many missions and I received more and more money as reward. It was a good deal, letting my guns scream and letting my hands grab the credits as reward. Yeah, a very good deal.
I felt very good within this faction as a Capo and things were only getting better, until, a few years later Govon passed away due to his sickness. We all had guessed Govon was sick, but we did not know how critical it was. Apparently it was life taking. His wife Kelly passed away too, and his son took over the lead…
Destiny
I always believed in destiny and probably it was destined that Govon would die. It is a shame our great leader is gone, I hope is son will do good.
Now it’s twenty years later and our faction is still alive. We’re working hard to become the biggest criminal organization of the galaxy, and the galaxy’s most feared and we’ve come a long way since Govon founded the organization twenty years ago.
I wonder… what ugliness lies ahead.
But for now… I’m going for a drink. You coming?
Anyway, it was nice to meet you! See ya around!
NOTE: The rest of the story will be continued in Blake's journal (What basically summarizes the RPs Blake was in).
ROLE-PLAYS:
The Alsakan Crisis
Dust To Dust
Games
The Meeting
The Republic Fighter
The Hutt War
The Rivals
The Future of the Sontrebren Crew
Another irresistible offer
The World In Motion
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