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Kalvin Thumas
NAME: Kalvin Thumas
FACTION: Indie_____________________________RANK: Trader/Club Owner
SPECIES: Human___________________________________________AGE: 36
GENDER: Male________________FORCE SENSITIVE: Confirmed and trained
Height: 1.78 m_______________________________________Weight: 74 kg
NAME: Kalvin Thumas
FACTION: Indie_____________________________RANK: Trader/Club Owner
SPECIES: Human___________________________________________AGE: 36
GENDER: Male________________FORCE SENSITIVE: Confirmed and trained
Height: 1.78 m_______________________________________Weight: 74 kg
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APPEARANCE:Good looking man, that is how most would describe Kalvin, he has short/mid-length brown hair and purple eyes. In his day to day life his attire is always formal, unless it is a wild night, in that case there may be no clothes at all. The formal attire is always some shade of purple with black trimming. If he needs to Kalvin can suit up for combat but prefers to take the overwatch position.
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ATTRIBUTES:Kalvin is an average height thin man. Very toned and strong he sports a frail look. Reasonably intelligent (He is no top shelf genius but is on a higher level) Kalvin has been able to manipulate people around him by use of the force since he was a young boy. He spent his youth in a wealthy home getting what he wanted with just a word. His adult life followed a similar route, if he wanted it no one could resist his request. He was taken in by the Sith in his late teens due to his exceptional connection to the force but left when he was unable to master or even grasp any of the lightsaber techniques. Since his departure he has found a liking to the “trade” business, regardless of the merchandise. He can be found in the dance club he owns “The Indigo Gentleman”, on Nar Shaddaa.
- Strength 7.5/10
- Constitution 7/10
- Dexterity 7.5/10
- Intelligence 8.5/10
- Wisdom 7/10
- Charisma 10/10
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PERSONALITY:Spoiled is how most would describe Kalvin, he knows hard work he just prefers the easy path. His sarcasm and dry humor are his finer qualities but often he uses them to hide his building rage until he loses control. Many have asked if he had a bad childhood to explain his outcome and his answer is the same, “No I loved my parents right up until I told them to kill each other.” He was born to be a sociopath and has always loved being called one, despite growing up on Dantooine he hated the republic and everything it stood for. Kalvin wanted freedom and he would only ask once.
He holds no love or dislike for the Jedi or the Sith, the latter trained him to use his ability to perfection. The Jedi, well the Jedi pay well when they need something and that is what really matters to Kalvin. Leaving the Sith came from his short temper and quick frustration with saber combat, he could not channel his anger into fighting properly and it lead to him leaving. In the time since he has perfected using firearms of any type from simple blaster pistols to sniper rifles. Even with his excellent marksmanship Kalvin hates the idea of taking a life with his own hands and would rather have someone do it for him.
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BIOGRAPHY:Wealth was no stranger to the Thumas homestead on Dantooine, his father owned a dozen manufacturing plants that provided parts for the Republic Fleet. Kalvin was very spoiled as a young child through his teen years, at the age of nine he was told “no” for the first time in his memory by a maid that was new to the job. He remembered the anger from being told no and he even remembered the exact thing he said that day. “You can’t say no to me my father is your boss! Why don’t you go jump off the cliff out back!” What was left of the body was found two days later at the bottom of the Thumas property, the cause of death was determined to be suicide. The rest of the staff of the home passed rumors about her death, all were the same…There was something wrong with that boy.
A stray transmission from the Sith was picked up by accident on Dantooine, it was the first time Kelvin had heard of the Force. He asked his parents about it but they had no answers for him, instead he asked the workers about it. Many pretended to know nothing, afraid of what the boy would have them do if he talked to them too long. He finally got his answer in the form of a supplies delivery, the Ithorian that had the task spoke one simple phrase that let Kalvin know this was who he needed to ask “May the Force be with you.” The boy approached, “What is the Force?” the delivery man told him of the power that flowed through all life in the galaxy. He brushed it off until the Sith came to find where their transmission went, they found a wealthy family that supplied the republic in the war with the Sith. The staff was killed and the family taken prisoners, they sat before an Inquisitor and were bombarded with questions over and over.
His mother broke first, her mind was not as strong as her husband but he broke soon after. The details of many parts for the Republic fleet were given to the Sith Empire, Kalvin asked for his life over and over, the Falleen Inquisitor humored him. “What can you offer the Empire?”, she spoke to him over an intercom system. Kalvin was so angry he could barely think over the crying and screaming from his parents, he turned to them, “ STOP CRYING! I CAN’T THINK! WHY DON’T YOU JUST KILL EACH OTHER AND GET OUT OF THIS MISERY?!?!” His parents stopped crying immediately, they turned face to face and each broke the others neck. Kalvin was accepted to the Sith temple the next day.
For many years he trained, when he was 22 he had mastered a number of Sith magic forms and abilities but had not completed anything past basic lightsaber combat. Everyday he watched his peers get moved up through the ranks and he was stuck, unable to defend himself in the most iconic of ways for a user of the Force. His anger and frustration finally became too much and he left Tund, taking his family fortune he opened his club on Nar Shaddaa and began making “friends” with many in the criminal underworld to start his trade business. The most recent part of his training came in the form of having the longest shot in the history of Nar Shaddaa, when he put a blaster bolt into the head of a fool that hired him and decided he did not have to pay.
*Post Sith Life/Training*
Entry 1
"These jerks constantly want to practice with sabers.", Kalvin sat in his new establishment knowing he needed to work out a business strategy. He could do it tomorrow, today he would find the best combat marksman on this rock and start a new type of training. Kalvin angrily forced the door to the nearest weapon shop open, "I need a rifle and I need someone to show me how to use it." The shop owned looked at him shocked, "Son, I can sell you a rifle and we have a few classes on how to use them but I have to ask, why do you want to learn so bad?" He thought about his answer, "It has come to my attention that the Jedi and the Sith can deflect a 'blaster if it is just fired ate them randomly. So, if I learn how to not miss that will no longer become a problem.", he looked the owner in the eyes, "Now sell me a rifle." Kalvin was not asking, he was telling.
The shop owner did not want to sell a weapon to someone that planned to use it to kill, but he did it anyway. He also did not want to give him the contact information of a retired mercenary that could teach him to shoot...but he did it anyway.
Entry 2
16 months had passed since he left the Sith and started a new life, 16 months since he started his new training. "You are a natural. If I didn't know any better I would say you were using the Force itself to make these shots." His teacher spoke with awe and a bit of fear, it was true she had not come across anyone that could match her at this range. She surely had not come across someone that had learned it this quick, he showed up at the door and asked for training. She had told him no that she was just a farmer now, he told her to burn the fields...she did. He told her that she needed to train him now...she did. "I think you have learned just about everything I can teach you Kalvin.", she smiled proud of him. "Do you really think that is true? That is too bad.", he finished cleaning the weapons in front of him.
"Why is that bad? You can get on with your life now, stop coming out here almost everyday.", the confusion in her voice was genuine. Kalvin picked up the extra blaster pistol she kept to show him where he was aiming that day, "Yes I can, but you can't.", he handed her the pistol, "I want you to go in your house set it on fire and blow your brains out." She took the pistol and smiled at him, "Of course Kalvin."
Entry 3
Farm building found burnt to the ground, one body found inside holding a blaster with one round fired.
Entry 4
"Thank you for selling me this shop I have been wanting a nice indoor firing range in town.", Kalvin admired his newest purchase. The same shop owner from his first day on this planet 8 years ago handed him the keys, he didn't want to sell his store...he did. The man knew it was worth ten times what was offered he knew to ask for more. "What will I do now? I don't have a job to come to everyday. My wife will want to know what my plan is....", he trailed off with worry in his voice. Kalvin turned to him, "That's easy. Go home, shoot your wife, and turn yourself in. Use this.", he pointed to the man's personal blaster behind the counter. "You can have it free of charge.", the man picked up the gun and walked out of the shop.
Entry 5
Arrest report: 52 year old man turned himself in reported that he shot his wife after he took a rifle from the shop he sold earlier that day. The new owner reported the rifle missing while doing new ownership inventory.
Entry 6
Everyday...Everyday Kalvin fired round after round, either at the range or out in the wilderness. He must get better, "For once in your life don't have something given to you damn it." He was furious with himself, the girl he hired to clean his apartment had knocked his clock and unset it, "Where are you stupid girl?" She was hand washing dishes in the kitchen, "What is wrong sir?" "You caused me to sleep late.", he was controlling his anger the best he could. The girl's eyes widened in fear, "I am sorry sir what can I do to fix it?" Kalvin smiled at her, "Hold your head in the water and count to one hundred...", he had no emotion in his voice as she lowered her head into the sink. Kalvin dressed for the day and left the apartment.
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SKILLS:Trade Skills: can acquire almost any item that is asked, for a price.
Force Powers: Many that he refuses to divulge focused mostly around the ability to control the mind. The most obvious is the control mind ability, he is an unparalleled master of this power. This short list has been developed through years of observation:
- Dominate Mind (used passively by simple suggestions)
- Deadly sight (not true deadly sight, only occurs when someone does not follow his directions)
- Drain Knowledge (used to learn information on the surface, can't dig deep into the minds of others similar to mind probe)
- Drain (is able to keep his looks and health up with this ability)
- Cleanse Mind (used to keep the minds of others in a specific state, this is how all his employees continue to work for him at the club)
Marksmanship: A top tier marksman
Above average pilot.
Multilingual
Lightsaber Skills: Is very poor at martial combat.
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GEAR:(Does not always have all of these on hand)
- DX-38 Holdout Blaster (Always on him)
- TS-15 (On hip, custom grip engraved purple handle with a skull)
- RXA-310 (Special Occasions)
- GN-808 (For meetings)
- R-6000 (Usually takes this when “walking around”)
- MP-FRAB 22 (Heavily modified, under launcher, high power scope, can fire single shot or semi-auto)
- P-30 (Used as a scare tactic for extortion…and one time he shot through a transport, it was an accident he swears)
- Modular Combat Vest Mk. IV (used when necessary)
- Standard Lightsaber with dark orange crystal (He never uses it anymore)
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ROLE-PLAYS:Find me in the Club
RELATIONSHIPS:How much can you afford?
SHIPS:The Virgil (Named Death’s Grave)
NX-3 (Rarely used unless combat comes to Nar Shaddaa)
DROIDS:GE-3 Protocol (Named Jessika, the droid hates it)
KILLS:Parent – had them kill each other NPCs
Many others allegedly - NPCs
COMBAT:N/A
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