Cornelius Vaspar Waxdrilliangorbameth II

[Nor'baal]

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Cornelius Vaspar Waxdrilliangorbameth II, otherwise known as Cornelius, was a human male, and member of the Waxdrilliangorbameth Financial Family, which operated in and around the Mid-Rim and Core. Having grown up in the lap of luxury on his homeworld of Naboo, wanting for very little, he possessed little by way of 'grounding', and decided to enter into a career of acting and music, one afternoon after his personal Tranaxian Yoga Melding Instructor, Foon, encouraged him to do so.

Appearing, at the young age of eighteen, on the hit TV series, 'Working with the Waxdrilliangorbameths', he was to rise to moderate Z-List Celeb status, before the show was cancelled, and he was forced to feed the fame bug some other way. Fortunately, Daddy was very rich, and Cornelius was very stupid, meaning he had little difficulty bragging his way into parties, and basically becoming famous, for being famous (on Naboo, that is). However, what he thought of as galactic fame, was far from it - instead, a lot of people sort of recognising him, but almost always for something obscure, the most common thing is, as 'that guy from the 'Visit Tatooine' posters a few years back, you know, the one with the sunglasses?'.

Fashioning himself as a sportsman, rogue, lover and impresario, he attempted several times to make a serious go of fame, writing a book (about himself), which failed to sell, as well as attempting to launch a restaurant chain (which failed) and trying to appearing several movies (all of which failed).

As life has gone on, he has continued to live off of his long-dead father's trust fund, topping it up with a mix of dangerous exploits, autograph monies, and then draining it away again with half-botched schemes to launch movies, casinos or (on at least one occasion) a Bantha themed headwear range. A horrendous egotist, with truly tremendous levels of self-belief, Cornelius has unleashed himself on an unready galaxy.

NAME: Cornelius Vaspar Waxdrilliangorbameth II · AGE: 27 · SPECIES: Human · FORCE SENSITIVE: No · HEIGHT: 1.87 meters · WEIGHT: 48 kgs · EYE COLOR: Blue · HAIR COLOR: Blonde​

Personality & Traits

Cornelius is a charming and charismatic man, said to be intelligent, clever, devious, and highly irresponsible with his own personal safety and others to boot. He has all the skills needed to do nothing of use, and half the skills needed to be a genius. With a shockingly good understanding of music and performance, born of his time at the high-paid schools and colleges of the Naboo upper class, he tends to temper this with a drink, and a general lack of care for putting his gifts to practical use.

An outrageous man, he thinks he is the centre of attention, all of the time, and will often walk up to people and sign autographs, even if they do not want one. He has a sizable trust fund open to him thanks to his father and spends it on fast cars, fast women and a fair amount of booze.

Considered himself to be a sportsman, he is a terrible shot with a pistol, and pretty awful with a hunting rifle to boot - just don't expect him to admit it. A musician, he is an excellent soosifooter, and a dab hand with many an instrument, or at spinning a captivating take, and can mix any drink imaginable, and a fair few which aren't. He can pilot his own ship, just very dangerously.

Seeing himself as a 'lover, not a fighter', he has no political affiliation (mostly because he doesn't understand what politics means) and prefers to be seen at parties, with a drink in one hand, and a stim in the other, and thus as far away from a skirmish as is possible. He is a delight to be around if one can keep up, and cope with the hangover afterwards.

Assets

Cornelius does not carry weapons, on account, they 'seriously cramp my style, you dig?'. What he does carry, is a collection of dads credit cards, a range of hair products, fifteen types of sunglasses, and the very latest in Vantroovian dancing robes. All of his clothes are expensive, designer brand, and utterly useless in any capacity other than attracting attention to one's self. He has a protocol unit, called Jeeves, who seriously hates his job.

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