Independent Linwood Foster

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LINWOOD

AGE

► 32​
SPECIES
► Human​
HEIGHT
► 1.96m​
WEIGHT
► 95kg​
EYE COLOUR
► Blue​
HAIR COLOUR
► Light brown, streaks of strawberry blonde.​
HOMEWORLD
► Contruum​
GENDER
► Male​
FACTION
► Indie​
RANK
► 1​
FORCE SENSITIVITY
► N/A​
BIOGRAPHY
Linwood Foster is a tall, muscular Human whose life has been cast into the twilight created by his ancestor’s success and renown throughout the galaxy. His great-grandfather served in forming the New Republic Intelligence Service, and bore Linwood’s grandmother. But a few generations have passed, and the immediate boon has long been worn out. His grandfather followed his father-in-law, at the forefront in the establishment of the New Republic. His uncle served in the New Republic among its vaunted fighter squadrons.

Linwood’s mother, Dena Foster, remained on the ancestor’s world Contruum. There she fell in love with a machine apprentice and the pair of them ran a workshop. Through the line and deaths of the family New Republic funds and inheritance were sent home to Contruum and the workshop developed into a school of engineering bearing the prestigious patriarch’s name; the very institution that Linwood found himself studying and graduating from; draped in the shadow of his grandfather, and the expectations of his educators and parents.
Inheritance
The universe took note when his great-grandfather died. Millions attended the state funeral in the capital, and scores were at the reading of his will and testament. When Linwood graduated, there was no such pomp or ceremony. With his parents, he had to miss the ceremony to attend another funeral in the family. Funds were given to pay the school's expansion build for its tripling in size and a sizeable stipend to ensure the surviving family lived happily. The oddest gift was given due to incentivise 'the boy's skill with a hydrospanner and to show that these skills, once honed, will send him to the stars like his great-grandfather.


The Maiden's Avarice was a wreck. Linwood had always known it as a wreck of a freighter but when it was read out as the gift he had received from his family line, his mood sank. So many Linwoods had tried before to see if they could get the ol' gal flying. But then he began working on her, seeing so much of the clunker had been worked on and done. He took his time, ensured that he scavenged the best parts he could to repair and not rebuild the old freighter.
Fall out
Once the repairs were completed he took the Avarice into the skies of Contruum. Her controls were a little sluggish, but she held herself aloft solidly and he banked back towards home. Landing was a little tricky and a shed was clipped. This began an argument with his father that led to him cursing him. He stayed on Contruum, whereas their ancestors had fought the Empire. He branded his father a coward, and that was where his own bravery was challenged. Youth and inexperience birthed impetuance. No sooner had his father finished his tirade had a fist flew. It connected well and then Linwood left. He will never forget his mother’s cries for him to stay.
Something about a final frontier?
He ascended into the heavens, and then the starscape became his new home. Any world, any bar or port; they all held the same allure. People, aliens, and more were his to find. He had a ship, a will and all the time his life was willing to give him. Who would he meet, what would people be saying about him. What was the galaxy going to think of him.

Equipment

Wrist-mounted commlink.

Grandfather's Intelligence service blaster.

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Ribbed, hooded jacket.

Mechanic's kit

Maiden's Avarice -

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Looks nice, but we will need a tech write up for his Grandfather's Blaster.
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