Independent Erwin Forge

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Biographical information
Homeworld
Nal Hutta

Physical description
Species
Force Sensitive
Gender
Age
Height
Mass
Hair color
Eye color
Skin color
Human
No
Male
20
5'10"
179 lbs
Brown
Dark Blue
Pale

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Erwin Forge
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Erwin Forge is the child of a laborer, born on the toxic world of Nal Hutta. He is a bounty hunter by trade, more out of what he believes to be necessity, than for any thrill for the hunt. He pursues his quarry with stoic determination and a look of drab indifference. Caring little for the fates of the pirates, and smugglers he hunts. He forever strives to achieve what he terms his 'grand goal" his own personal war against the Hutt Clans. Avenging his father's death, while making the galaxy a better place along the way.
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Early Life

Erwin was born in one of the many industrial slums of Nal Hutta, a place of nothing but poverty and destitution, surrounded by vast toxic bogs and scrapyards, and ruled over by cruel Hutt Overlords. He was raised by his father, who worked as an industrial laborer at the nearby droid factory. Born a scrawny, weak child, Erwin's childhood was one of silent isolation. As his father worked, Erwin stayed at home, his father not allowing him to leave due to the constant threat of danger found on the homeworld of the Hutts. Erwin spent most of his time in the confines of his home, a small, dilapidated shack. With only the artificial light of datapads, and holovids to keep him company.

Erwin's father started him off with the basics, with no schools to be found, he first purchased Erwin educational holovids on how to read, and write. Becoming literate at an extremely young age, Erwin quickly moved on to fictional short stories, then to full-scale novels. By the time he was nine, he was already more literate than most adults found on his homeworld. Soon taking it upon himself to learn math and history. Erwin still couldn't find it in himself to be happy. The more he learned of the galaxy, the more he craved to see it. Erwin yearned to be free, free of his house, his father, and his homeworld. Free just like the men who he constantly read about in his datapads. His wish would soon be granted, just not in a way that he expected.

By his tenth birthday, it was decided that Erwin was finally old enough to join his father in working at the local droid factory. Erwin, happy at-least to finally be able to do something, gladly took up his job at his father's side. There he worked, churning out droid after droid at the assembly lines. It was hard, messy work, with hours-long enough to be illegal in more civilized systems. But still, it was work, and Erwin was content to be doing something, with dreams of one day saving up enough to buy his own starship. He was happy, for a time. Though like all good things, it soon came to an end.

Erwin's father was done, he had been working for over two decades at a soul-crushing job. His wife had left him only a few months after his son was born, and he hadn't even been able to improve his or his son's life one bit in all that time. Ridiculously poor by galactic standards, and feeling trapped in a never-ending cycle of work and sleep. Erwin's dad finally snapped, he quit his job, and used up his small amount of savings to buy Nyriaan spice.In a attempt to just forgot everything, and find some pleasure in his miserable life.

Erwin was shocked by his father's sudden change, he just couldn't understand it. Here was the father who had worked diligently to provide for him his entire life. Sitting in the corner of their house, oblivious to the world as he dosed himself up on spice. With his attempts to persuade his father to return to his old life being met with silence, and the occasional paranoid scream. Erwin resolved himself to his work, he couldn't allow himself, or his father to starve. Putting his dreams on standby, Erwin just hoped that the man who had raised since he was just a baby could someday overcome his demons.

As Erwin delved further and further into his work, in a desperate attempt make enough money to support himself, and his father. His father sat alone, oblivious to the world, in a spice fueled bliss. That is until his spice ran out. Desperate to regain the immense feeling of pleasure that he had just lost. Erwin's father did the unthinkable, he took out a loan from the Hutt Clans, without ever intending to pay it back. By his eighteenth birthday, Erwin came home one day to find his shack burnt to ashes, and his father's corpse mutilated beyond recognition. Those responsible visible for all to see, with a small Hutt flag left in front of the ruined building. A warning to all those who thought about double-crossing their rulers. After burying his father in a shallow grave, and saying his goodbyes. Erwin fled into the swamps, knowing that the Hutts rarely spared the families of those they murdered.

There he survived for a time, just barely dodging the jaws of ravenous chemilzards, and wild akk dogs. But soon the toxicity of the swamps took its toll, and after only a few days, Erwin collapsed. No longer having the strength to progress, or the will even, his dreams of one day leaving Hutta long forgotten. Erwin fell into unconsciousness, accepting his death with weary dignity. He awoke to the smell of cooking soup, and a man in strange armor towering over him. He had been saved.

His savior introduced himself as B'arin, a former Mandalorian whose clan had been wiped out nearly three decades earlier. And who now lived in self-imposed exile in Hutta's swamps, braving the toxic bogs and living off the money he made selling off local creature parts. He had waited for Erwin to get healthy enough to survive on his own, and then had told him to leave. Telling Erwin of a spaceport just a couple of miles to the northeast, and giving him a blaster and a few antitoxic meds for the journey. Erwin refused to leave however, begging the exiled Mandalorian to teach him how to fight. Erwin no longer felt the despair that had overwhelmed him in the swamp. His heart was now only filled with rage, he desired nothing but revenge on those who had murdered his father. Telling his story to the Mandalorian, the retired mercenary simply called him a fool and told him to get going. For five days, and five nights Erwin waited in front of B'arin's hut. Every time the hunter opened the door he was met by yet another plead for training, every time B'arin returned from his hunts he found the young hopeful asleep at his door. Eventually, the Mandalalorian gave in, respecting the young man's commitment. Erwin trained and lived with the Mandalorian for the next two years. B'arin showing Erwin no mercy, for the enemy would have none.

Erwin's body was transformed, he gained significant amounts of fat in the first time of his life, which he quickly transformed into muscle through intense physical training. But more than his body was transformed, the biggest transformation was that of his mind. Years of sparring with his relentless master in their makeshift fighting pit gave Erwin an immense pain tolerance and the discipline to never give up. Learning how to first fight with his fists, then with the blade, and finally the blaster. Erwin became competent in all three martial studies. Later on, Erwin even began to join his master in some of his hunts. Learning how to track and trap prey, while furthering his skills with a blaster by shooting moving targets.

After nearly two years of training, Erwin decided to strike out on his own. Thanking his master immensely for everything he had done, Erwin set out. Becoming a freelance bounty hunter, in order to put his skills to test against the scum of the galaxy. With his heart filled with nothing but hatred for pirates, spice dealers, gangsters, smugglers, and anyone else who made their credits through ruining the lives of innocent people. He hopes to one day acquire the skills, resources, and allies to one day destroy the Hutt Clans, freeing the people of the galaxy from their tyranny, and making them pay for murdering his father.

Personality and traits

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Erwin acts with extreme fervor and zeal, though tightly masked by a face of cold indifference. A loner since childhood, Erwin is not one to freely share his thoughts and feelings with others. Never feeling the need to take slights and minor snubs personally, Erwin is slow to anger and quick to forgive those who have annoyed him. However, those who have truly earned his wrath find it almost impossible to placate him. Asocial to the core, he rarely talks to anyone unless doing so will help him further his goals. A man of few words, Erwin is often considered curt and rude by those he talks with. Though if you could somehow get past his barriers and become his friend. One would find a deeply loyal comrade, and one with a dry wit to boot.

A voracious learner, Erwin has been fascinated by the wider galaxy and it's history since he was a child. Always one to want to learn something new, and explore new places. Erwin is eager to take in any information he can find, whether it be through experience, books, or conversation. The best way to get on his good side is to present him with new information that he finds interesting, he brushes off idle compliments like rain off his jacket. When Erwin isn't in the pursuit of bounty, or reading a databook, he can most often be found exercising and honing his martial skills in the most remote areas he can find.

While a bounty hunter by trade, Erwin finds little joy in violence. He can have a bit of fun testing his skills against someone in a friendly competition. But finds no joy in actually harming another sentient being. Only fighting in the pursuit of what he considers justice, and order. Erwin only pursues bounties that he believes "deserve it" like pirates, murderers, smugglers "who smuggle spice" spice dealers, gangsters, and all the other "scum" of the galaxy. Any bounty hunter who would work for criminals isn't a bounty hunter in his book, merely an assassin. While preferring to take his targets alive, Erwin won't hesitate to kill his targets if he believes it to be necessary.

Due to his past, Erwin is a man with immense hatred for those who prey upon the weak, or who exploit people's addiction for profit. He especially hates the Hutt Clans, who are responsible for the murder of his father. But has sympathy for those who he shares a common background with. The poor, the oppressed, the addicted, the downtrodden. With Erwin often going out of his way to help those in need, especially if it involves hunting down their oppressors. Erwin is wary of force users, while a force user has never personally wronged him, and he doesn't hate them on an instinctual level. Intellectually he blames the Jedi and Sith for the current state of the galaxy, with their never-ending wars between each other preventing the "normal" citizens of the galaxy from ever reaching true progress.


Appearance

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Erwin is a young human man, standing at five foot ten, and weighing at 179 lbs. He has dark blue eyes, that betray nothing of his thoughts or emotions. Aways keen, and scanning their surroundings for danger down to the smallest detail. He has pale skin, due to the small amount of starlight that can get through Hutta's polluted atmosphere. His brown hair is cut short for practicality's sake, though he tends to have a small amount of stubble on his face, not bothering to regularly shave. Erwin has the body of a soldier, toned and hardened from years of intense physical training. Built more for endurance and speed than raw physical strength. It is covered in many small scars from his many spars with his master.

Erwin most commonly wears a thick brown synthleather jacket, over a small black armored blast vest, with tactical rigging that can hold a maximum of four extra power packs for his blaster pistol. He further wears black synthweave pants, and a pair of blackened leather combat boots. While on the hunt Erwin tends to wear an old military backpack made out of brown synthweave, which holds enough supplies to allow him to pursue targets without needing to resupply for longer periods of time. On his left leg is a light brown pistol holster, which houses a powerful DL-44 Blaster Pistol. And on his lower back, right under his backpack a virboblade is neatly sheathed

Skills

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Marksmenship - Erwin is a competent shooter, with both blaster rifle, and pistol. Through constant practice, Erwin can reliably hit a target with decent regularity within his weapon's maximum range.

Melee - Trained in melee combat, Erwin is both a competent swordsman and boxer. Though preferring to use his blasters when it comes down to it, he can hold his own in melee. Though he would be quickly overwhelmed by a master level fighter or one that has enhanced their senses and body with the force.

Tracking - Trained by a skilled hunter, Erwin can reliably follow tracks and other evidence in order to find his quarry. Though he has yet to master pursuing men, he can follow the tracks of almost any nonsentient animal.

Droid Maintenance- Having spent much of his childhood working in a droid factory, Erwin understands the basics of droid maintenance. While not being able to fully construct a droid by himself, he could repair one given he had the proper tools.

Lore- Much of Erwin's childhood was spent learning about the history of the galaxy, and so he has a decent overview of galactic events. He understands a "very general" overview of the history of the galaxy, starting with the founding of Andraste's Empire, and ending with the founding of the Free Worlds Alliance. He knows the difference between Jedi and Sith. The official story of how Palpatine came to power, and knowledge of many of the larger conflicts of the galaxy's history. Though exact knowledge like specifics of where a certain Sith Lord was buried, or anything that you couldn't just find on the holonet is beyond him.

Equipment

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DL-44 Blaster Pistol
Armor Blast Vest
Vibroblade
Backpack
DTX-1977 InforMaster Datapad


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It may seem redundant based on his back story, but please add under his basic information that he is not a force-sensitive as this is still a requirement.
 
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