Cisco
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SHAITAN SMITH
'No one escapes time. Not the Sith, not the Jedi, not me. Even centuries old legends wither and fade away.
Just as One becomes ten, and ten a hundred, it must all return to zero in The End.
And then, we turn back the clocks just to do it all over again.'
| NAME: | Shaitan | FORCE AFFINITY: | llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll |
| AGE: | 87 | STRENGTH: | llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll |
| RACE: | Human | DEXTERITY: | llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll |
| HOMEWORLD: | None | CONSTITUTION: | llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll |
| GENDER: | Male | INTELLIGENCE: | llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll |
| HEIGHT: | 5'11" | WISDOM: | llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll |
| WEIGHT: | 188lbs | CHARISMA: | llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll |
| EYES: | Grey | ||
| HAIR: | Silver Grey | FACTION: | Waste Rangers |
| SKIN: | Old Pale | RANK: | Wanderer |
| BOUNTY: | N/A | ||
| CREDITS: | N/A |
Distinguishing Marks
'Everyone carries their own luggage, whether they like it or not. It's the price we must all pay.
Some are able to keep it hidden and forget about it, others base their life around it.
For some though, the baggage is more than just mental.'
Shaitan is perhaps little more than a broken, frail, old man with the scars to prove it. Almost head to toe he is covered with off coloured blemishes and faded marks from more than a few lifetimes worth of injuries and surgeries necessary to not only keep him alive, but also keep him going. Many of these wounds run deep, limiting his movement and causing almost visible pain in his un-medicated state. His age alone is something worth another look, very rarely does one meet a human of such an advanced age who is still mobile let alone highly fit for his age.
The Force
'The Jedi believed in something called the force, how it ties and binds us all.
They speak of how it is great and good. It seems ridiculous till you see it.
'Sometimes though, I feel as if there is nothing but a great darkness.'
Not a Jedi nor a Sith. Not trained nor aware. As a force user his abilities are primarily hindered by something so simple as not being aware of his own force sensitivity. But even though he is un aware of it, he is quite intune with it on an instinctual level. Though he would atttribute it to skill and experience, a lifelong history of fighting, subterfuge, and chronic backstabbery, has given him the innate ability to sense the things around him with mild awareness, the proximity of people, the walls around him, the approach of an assassin to his back, even the slight pangs of unguarded shifting emotions and thoughts. And in the heat of battle he's capable of progressively pushing his body farther and farther past its limits without so much as realising it.
Cybernetics & Gear
'It's not longer about better weapons or stronger muscles. Those things don't matter.
Everyone has their peaks and plateaus' and they'll eventually reach them. No.
It's not about being better, but making the best of what you've got left.'
In order to keep himself mobile and active, much more than simply exercise was required. To put it simply, Shaitan's body is deteriorating. Most normal men wouldn't even be able to move with the amount of trauma and damage he has received. His very bones have weakened and begun to break down, requiring invasive surgeries to reinforce some with medical grade high strength materials and outright replace others. The muscular system was scarred and damaged, requiring Electro-Active CNT Fibers to make up for weakened muscle mass and in some cases outright replacement with synthetics. His own heart failed years ago, and his lungs were lost to cancer, both requiring complete synthetic replacements along with his left eye and arm which were lost in combat. The entire spinal chord needed to be rebuilt requiring a Neuranium Shielded Cybernetic Hub(Tech Profile pending) to regulate his new implants, without requiring as much brain interface.
'There's something about owning something that makes it more than just special.
Your Guns, your clothes, your bike. They can be cheap. They can be old.
But they're yours to love, to keep, to maintain, and to defend.'
With age comes experience, but also savings. Old as hell and armed to the nines Shaitan has had more than enough time to collect the tools and devices he needs in life. Though his personal favourite weapons would appear to be a Torque Industries TI-C97 Double Action Armada(Tech file Pending), a rather powerful revolver, and a fairly lengthly machete he carries with him at almost all times, he is known to make use of a wide range of equipment and technology should the situation call for it though. Things range from all sorts of grenades and explosives to Rifles and rocket launchers(Will be updated as tech profiles are made). Oddly enough, he seems to have a slight love of slug weapons.
It's not only weapons and technology either though. Despite his every day attire consisting primarily of what one might be inclined to call 'Old people clothes' he maintains an impressive wardrobe of functional attire for use in combat situations. Various sorts of camouflage BDU's for use in a wide number of environments. Harnesses and vests seem to particularly decorate his closets, providing him with a wide array of modular gear combinations to serve whatever purpose he might need. In terms of armour he seems to use next to nothing, wearing the minimum he can for the simple sake of mobility.
Skills
'What you have isn't always what matters either. The Best gear. The Best mind.
It's all for naught if you can't make use of it. Even the truly mightly will fall.
So what's the point of a rockin body if you can't keep up with an old man?'
With an entire lifetimes worth of past experiences behind him, Shaitan has become a sneaky old bastard and even though his body is no longer what it once was he more than has the skills to make up for it. With a lifetime as a soldier he possesses more than adequate battlefield skills, there's few if kinds of weapons he hasn't achieved some level of competency with, and has handled everything from fighter craft to tanks, to battlemechs; Even comanding his own warship, at some point in the past. He's extremely knowledgeable of the galaxy, not just politically or geographically but also in a sense of survival, the types of things you can eat, what you can use to make things and basic tools, even on a wide variety of planets. He also has some ability as an infiltrator and deceiver, often using his age to his advantage in social situations. Like most old folks though, he is perhaps not the greatest with technology, smart enough to use them but things like hacking and slicing are beyond him, not that one couldn't give him instructions on the fly.
His true greatest skill though, just above that with his revolver, is his ability in hand to hand combat. Having studied for only a good twenty years shy of a century he is knowledgeable of a fair variety of fighting styles. One might assume though that his body isn't quite suited to direct combat, and they would be right. Shaitans combat style isn't so much focused on striking as it is defense and grappling as to conserve as much energy as possible all the while taking down opponents in a clean manner. In his fighting style strikes are primarily used to bait out opponents and open opportunities in which a grapple can be used to do as much damage as possible. Special attention has been paid to disarming opponents wielding such things as knives or guns.
The Hidden Past
'It was never a matter of right or wrong. No Heroes. No villains.
There was no great purpose. Just varying shades of grey.
We all made our mistakes, yet they called us heroes.'
The First Tale
Sometimes I wonder if your mother actually told you anything about me. If anything, probably nothing good. I suppose I never really was a good father to her in any event. I was.....rarely around to say the least. And when I was we never really got along. We fought a lot. Your grandmother had left the picture a long time ago but I suppose it's best I don't elaborate on all of that, some things were best left in the past afterall. There's nothing really more to say about that. I suppose though you should be told the reasons I'm leaving these behind, I've never once looked upon you, I don't even know your name. But maybe I'll meet you some day, somehow. But I suppose you should know who I am. My name is Shaitan Smith, and I am your grandfather.
There's no real point to talking about my childhood, really. I was born in space, not on a planet. Alliance Navy Vessel. When one considers it, there's nothing really special about that. They called us 'Ship Brats'. There was no great war, maybe a bit of tension, Not like today so they let us hang around the ships. Afterall they might as well have been safer than any planet. Granted there wasn't much to do, occasionally we snuck into the captains quarters and stole rocks from his garden. We had a tendency to whip them at eachother simply to keep ourselves entertained. Of course time doesn't wait for anybdoy, well all become something someway or another.
Many of us grew up to be Navymen. Some of us found work as ship wrights and mechanics alike. Me? I spent a few years as a mechanic. It was fun while it lasted, but It wasn't really much. I was pretty good with a wrench, the money was all right, but it wasn't exactly exciting. I suppose that's the folly of youth, being distracted with what is exciting and fun rather than what's more meaningful to you. I joined the Alliance a few years later, I was a combat engineer to start, we supported an armour batallion. Landmine clearance, structure building, fortifications, vehicular repair, even infantry combat if need be. That was what we did. I suppose I did transfer around quite often. Different squads, batallions, different. Yet nothing really stood out.
Hold on there....Oh god damnit. The tape is running out again. [To Be Continued]
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