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NAME:[Mason] Simous "The" Strange
FACTION: Hutt Empire
RANK: Hunter (Slicer ~ Journalist ~ Photographer ~ Killer ~ Smuggler)
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 27
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 6'0
WEIGHT: 180
EYES: Black
HAIR: Black
SKIN: Tan -Pale
CREDITS: 1000
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: White & Black Make-up
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes, but could really care less about learning.
STRENGTH: 6 ~ Above Average for a man with his hight and build
DEXTERITY: 10 ~ Olympic Speed, Has to be fast to get out of the messes he starts
CONSTITUTION: 7 ~ Above Average Health
INTELLIGENCE: 7 ~ Smatter then he lets on
WISDOM: 3 ~ Still has time to learn
CHARISMA: 6 ~ Good enough a talker when needed
STRENGTHS/Personality/Weaknesses: A natural born artist Simous can see beauty in the most twisted of places. That being said he is able to think out side of the box and tests himself with his past suffering and finds meaning through his enduring pain. To the full extent of the word Simous is a Optimist ~ "Everything always turns out for the best." That is the motto of his life, and he knows if you can just stay cheerful and stop worrying, your problems will never be with you forever. Some call him a fool, but even they have to admit he's happier than they are. Certainly you'll encounter difficulties from time to time, but there's no sense in worrying yourself to death in advance. Don't worry, be happy, and have a nice day.
Their is a button that he doesn't like to have pushed. To be forced to reform to the standard of "Normality", Or be so restricted as to be Jedi-like. Theirs just no fun in viewing one perspective. Simous doesn't have anything against Jedi.
Skills:
Espionage: 8/10
Shooting: 6
Explosives: 9
ACROBATICS:
Gymnastic movement. Can tumble, swing from ropes, walk across thin beams, and leap through windows.
SLEIGHT OF HAND:
Stage magic. Can make small items appear and disappear by a combination of misdirection and swift, fluid gestures.
JOURNALISM:
The reporter's art. Has access to many sources of information. Can find out pretty much anything that's at least semi-public knowledge within a day.
ESCAPE ARTISTRY:
Getting out of dangerous places. He can squeeze through ultra-narrow corridors, squirm out of ropes, and undo handcuffs from behind.
COUNTERFEITING:
This is the craft of creating legal tender, documents and/or mimicking the handwriting/writing style or other inherent mannerisms of others.
COMPUTERS (Slicing/Hacking): 9/10
The art of cracking open databases and bypassing security protocols with benevolent or malicious intent.
DISGUISE:
Making himself look like someone else, A pro with make-up.
~ Simous has a set of skills that are all but self taught, from his time living in the underbelly of Coruscant. Making a living as a pickpocket has made his eyes fast and his hands even faster. Able to slide a watch of a wrist when shaking hands and able to out run the most unwilling of victims. When in the upper levels of Coruscant Simous found out he could hide by jumping off of ledges and landing in a tuck and roll on landings below. Thou very dangerous Simous knew he could control his body giving a grace that no one would expect from him. As he grew up Simous found that he had a "Nact" for getting past locked door, bypassing security systems, Modifying droid protocol and able to build a computer from scratch. Simous become a grade A Slicer/Hacker.
FORCE POWERS:
Can feel the dark side and light side of the force in People and places but thats about the extent of his abilities.
GEAR/Appearance:
Simous is bound in all black and leather wearing his Advanced Slug Proof Vest under his clothes nearly all the time. Wearing make up to hide his Identity from people of his past. It also symbolizes the scars he once had when he tried to commit suicide. He has since then had the scars removed. ~ From his time in the loony bin Simous had had horrible scars running along his neck, to hide his face he began to wear make up. He had the scars removed and a little facial configuration.
Thou he has many weapons, Simous Main weapon is a Custom built Wrist Rocket luncher with Built in Flamethrower that is hidden under his jacket sleeve on his left arm. On his right arm is a Self made Wrist link used to detonate explosives and assorted uses when dealing with "Clock" (See Wrist link wiki article for details). On his waist is holstered a Silenced Slug Pistol and a Combat Knife. Apart of them many dangling straps on his person is Steal Strangling Wire hidden as a last resort weapon.
Recon ~
- 1 Messenger Bag: to carry everything
- Normal looking Camera: Modified with Heat, Night, and EMF vision with Extreme zoom
- Advanced Voice Recorder
- DataPad/Computer ~ Self Made: Complex access codes and even self-destruct mechanisms are instaled to prevent from falling into the wrong hands.
- Pen & Paper
- Black Market ~Press Pass
- *Tranquilizer Darts- For luncher or normal syringe use
- Grappling Gun ~ Can hold up to double his own body weight
- 1 utility belt: To carry the following Weapons/Items below.
- Assorted rockets for the wrist luncher.
- Twin Blasters
- Ammo for slug pistol
PET:
Stranges's only companion is a Modified Remote named "Clock". Simous built it himself, equipped with sophisticated sensor and communications packages. With a trio of imaging sensors: a central photoreceptor, a magnetic imaging device, and a thermal imager. An antenna atop allowed Simous to relay long range commands to Clock, programming it to seek out individuals or information. Data it recives is then sent back to the ship via the transmission antennae.
~ It is Simous's head of security on his ship. "Clock" has control of 4 other Normal Remotes that hover around. They are Hive mind connected to "clock".
~Is the crew of the "Little Missy"
- blaster cannon
- Stun blaster
- Normal Dart luncher/poisoned Dart
- Full security protocol of the "Little Missy"
- Main Hive Mind
- Able to speak Binary
- Complete loyalty to Simous
SHIP: Click for more detailed View
Simous Strange travels in a light freighter in the shape of a wing. The cockpit is located at one end of the curved wing, with a turret-mounted blaster cannon mounted on the opposite end. The vessel could carry up to four passengers (not including the one pilot or 4 prisoners). able to hold fifty metric tons of cargo. Its interior is spartan with limited living space. The large cargo bay is modified for smuggling to hide objects from customs inspector. Its systems are upgraded with a up to date Navi-Computer and Hyperdrive. The ship is called "Little Missy". The guest quarters are 1 small room with two bunk beds. His personal room is next to that. It also has 4 force cages for prisoners.
The technical system's on his ship doubles as Strange's personal lab, it is also connected to his personal room on his ship by high grade security door. The main door for the room itself are blast doors.
- Crew: 1
- Passengers: 4 (not counting 1 crewed pilot)
- Gunners: 1
- Prisoners: 4 (4 force cages)
- Consumables: 2 months
A Little Story
"I was born. Yeah pretty much all I have got to say about that. If you want to know where I was born go and look. If you find out come tell me I would really like to know. I Was raised in a orphanage, you know the type. Bad food, dirty walls and your occasional beating. They gave me a set day of birth as a baby, it would forever be the day sate I arrived their. I grew up into a great kid. I was that kid who was always making off jokes, The resident nerd. Typical light skin and your average build. Life was great for a while until some time after I turned seventeen I believe. Apparently If you kill a few people the Galactic Republic looks down on you, even more so if you scream "LEGAGA" repeatedly while in the process of murdering someone. So They labeled me insane, low behold more Bad food, dirty walls and now more then your occasional beatings."
"Well five years passed, Holy Juma. Was it that long? Anyway. Five years passed and some very interesting things happened along the way. I managed to get ahold of a razor. Don't ask me how I got it because I don't even know. Tried to commit suicide, 'Tried' being the key word. I bit my tung slit my neck and messed up my mouth pretty good. All i can think of at that time was "Dammed Doctors and their medical prowess!!" Okay during my time of healing I was taken out of maximum security and placed into a medical wing. I was so happy that day because either someone didn't care or was plain ignorant to leave no guards or attendants to watch a attempted suicide case. With that being said you can tell I escaped, Caused a lot of chaos on my way out which I can personally say was loads and loads of fun."
"I was a free man ready to roam the underground of Coruscant. I remember how for weeks I listened to the reports on the holonet about my escape. Time passed again. Oh how I loth time, If I could i would stop it but I digress. I became a disturber of the peace, all the random bombings and thefts of all sorts It was all in good fun really didn't even need the stuff i stole except for my garb. I like leather and black suits. I think I have kept you here long enough, Uh? What was your name again? Oh never mind. Won't be seeing you later anyway.
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