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Gabriel “Hawk” Sicarius
| Name: Nickname: Faction: Rank: Master: Strength: Dexterity: Constitution: Intelligence: Wisdom: Charisma: | Gabriel Sicarius "Hawk" Jedi Padawan None ■■■■■■■■■■ ■■■■■■■■■■ ■■■■■■■■■■ ■■■■■■■■■■ ■■■■■■■■■■ ■■■■■■■■■■ | Date of Birth & No: Species: Planet of origin: Age: Gender: Height: Weight: Eyes: Hair: Credits: Distinguishing Marks: Force Sensitive: | 9940703-6842 Human Tatooine 17 Male 163 cm (5'4") 48 kg (106 lbs.) Rose Blonde A few hundred Long scar over his back yes |
Composition and Appearance:
He looks like most other people his age, at least humans. He has got thick blonde hair, that is fairly short and somewhat messy. Part of his hair falls in bangs between his eyes. Often when he talks to a person you can tell by looking at his rose colored eyes, that he is actually quite compassionate and sad. But the way he grins, shows that he is full of mischief, and wouldn't think twice before making a fool out of you. Standing at a mere 5'4” he is noticeable shorter then other teenagers, but that doesn't stop him from doing parkour, a little something that he picked up, when he started running away from his parents. And because of that, he is actually quite muscular despite having a slender build. Hidden under the clothes on his back is a long scar, that reaches from his right shoulder to his left hip.
Most days when he is running around without anyone to look out for him, he usually wears simple gear that doesn't hinder his movements. A simple long sleeved shirt under a brown t-shirt with some emblem on the front of it. Over that, he most of the time wears a black jacket, and over his back he most of the time have a simple backpack. Covering his neck and mouth most of the time, is a multifunctional balaclava, to hide both who he is, and to protect his face from sand. He usually wears a pair of brown cargo pants, that have seen better days, with more then enough pockets, and boots and gloves that he stole from a mercenary, the gloves have a bit hardened duraplast on top of the knuckles. Both the gloves and the boots he have now had for a long time. And finally on both his knees, he wears simple pads to add a bit of protection, just in case.
Gear:
Clothing: Just the clothes on his back.
Armor: Knee pads
Sidearm: -
Misc. 1: -
Misc. 2: -
Misc. 3: -
Property:
Starship: -
Droid: -
Speeder: modified Hoverboard
Misc. 1: Nerve Gear (connected to laptop when playing games.)
Misc. 2: personal laptop
Misc. 3: -
Clothing: Just the clothes on his back.
Armor: Knee pads
Sidearm: -
Misc. 1: -
Misc. 2: -
Misc. 3: -
Property:
Starship: -
Droid: -
Speeder: modified Hoverboard
Misc. 1: Nerve Gear (connected to laptop when playing games.)
Misc. 2: personal laptop
Misc. 3: -
Biography:
What was it, that was the driving force behind him? Was it the fact that he hated his father so much that it made him run way? Perhaps it was the reason for why he was even here, why he had hitched a ride with a smuggler to Bespin. Of course the smugglers hadn't even known about the kid that had stowed away amongst the cargo, though it was sort of amusing to him, how he had managed to get away without getting caught by the smugglers. And on top of that, he had managed to snag a couple of spare parts, and even freed a small Bha'lir cub that had been in the cargo area. The more he thought about it, where he sat on top of one of the many skyscrapers on Bespin, he realized that the trigger for all of this really had been his father. The father that was suppose to take care of him and his mother, but instead turned to alcohol and abusing his family after something went wrong during a job assignment that he and his gang had gotten. His father had taken it out on him and his mother, because he couldn't even support them properly, he started to drink. And where did he get the money from, he got it from his mother who worked two jobs to try and make it so that her son Gabriel would be able to live a normal life.
Standing up, as he grabbed the board, that was laying next to him, he looked down towards the ground, people who saw him thought that he would kill himself when he was that high. Some were even trying to get up to him and talk him out of it. It hadn't been of any use when they had done that. Instead of listening to them he had just jumped straight out like he was about to do now. But how far would he fall this time? Closing his eyes Gabriel takes the step and starts falling towards the ground a few hundred feet below.
Yeah, the father was also was the reason for the scar over his back, he had come home after a hunting trip with his gang. And something had gone wrong, very wrong during that trip. Something that had made him so angry that the first thing he did entering their house was to throw the machete he carried on him. And as cruel as fate would be, that machete hit Gabriel, leaving a gaping wound across his back. A wound that stretched from his left hip to his right shoulder.
Recalling how he felt when that happened, Gabriel cried out as he fell through the air, tears starting to form in the corners of his eyes. Instead of rolling down his face as they would have done if he had been on the ground, they rolled upwards instead before falling away from his face as he fell towards the ground.
He hated his father so much for everything that he had done towards him and his mother. After years of abuse she had given up. She couldn't keep it together any more, so she had killed herself. Because of what he did to them, she couldn't take it. Gabriel didn't blame her for doing that, but he missed her more then anything. Sometimes he did just as he did now, jumping out from a building because he wanted to die, but he always ended up flying away from a certain death. Would he be strong enough to save himself this time. He didn't know if he would this time or not, not after having felt more miserable than ever before. Perhaps he was at his breaking point this time.
Opening his eyes he looked as the ground coming closer by the second, he almost welcomed the silence that would be granted to him if he smashed into the ground.”I'll kill you!!!!” he yelled out as he shifted so that his feet were placed on the board, before activating it a second later and gaining more speed as he dove towards the ground. Waiting as long as possible before shifting so that he prevented himself from crashing into the ground.
KILLS:
- N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
- N/A
DUELING RING MATCHES:
- N/A
GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES:
- N/A
ROLE-PLAYS:
- Street Kid:
- Tricksters and Runners [Story - Finished]
- Jedi Padawan:
- Morning Exercise [Story - In Progress]
RELATIONSHIPS:
- N/A
This is a list of any updates I have made to the profile. I will list anything major, or minor (single word changes will not be addressed).
2012-12-27
2012-12-27
- Created the Profile.
- Modified layout.
- Added gear section.
- Updated with corrected Biography and Physical description.
- Updated Appreance.
- Added "Tricksters and Runners" to RP list.
- Changed Species to Human/Epicanthix hybrid.
- Added additional gear
- Changed Species back to human.
- Got accepted into the jedi, and have made changes to profile to reflect that.
This sub-section of the profile will entail any RPs that will happen in the future that I have committed the character to. They are listed in chronological order and will appear as such on Gabriel’s profile, and also to his biography.
- Who knows?
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