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COMPOSITION AND APPEARANCE:
Zark Varon carries himself like mature adult, with his chest out and head held high, although he is only twenty five. He has his naval training to thank for his, rather bold, maybe even audacious body language. His naturally muscular body, weighing about two hundred and thirty pounds, gives the illusion that he is a man not to be tampered with. Zark has hazel green eyes and dark brown hair, usually hidden by a military cap. Zark was never one to wear anything outlandish; he would usually be found wearing military grade clothing.
EQUIPMENT:
-A military grade blaster pistol. (Medium speed, high power)
-A ring given to him by his mother, which hints that there is maybe more to him than a hardened military man.
PERSONALITY:
Zark is a leader, a leader who does not like to be told he is wrong. He stands firm in his beliefs and teachings, he could be described as closed minded. Zark always has an answer, no matter what the question. This tends to piss people off quite a bit; especially his superior officers. His tendencies make him seem cocky and arrogant although he is not. Zark’s emotions would not rival those of a boulder, which may even be an understatement. This allows him to make difficult decisions in extreme circumstances.
While Zark looks like a beefcake military man, somewhere deep, deep within fascination for women, a pretty face could turn a well thought out plan into a complete disaster.
LIKES AND DISLIKES:
In his free time Zark studies his environment, the people around him, constantly critiquing them in his head. He enjoys a bit of gambling here or there, although he is not all that good at it. If Zark is not in a cantina checking out the locals he is most likely sitting somewhere quiet playing strategy games on his data pad looking for some sort of unusual way to maneuver an obstacle.
Zark has a hatred for anything involving the Hutts; he finds them to be filthy and useless. His strong hate for them fueled his decision to enlist with the Navy. Let’s just say Zark would be all for complete extermination. The only thing Zark hates more than the Hutts is authority, which has made his naval career quite difficult. He frequently makes arrogant remarks to those above him.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Zark’s strengths include his charisma and leadership abilities. His ability to create and carry out battle plans and strategy are superb, but every plan has its flaws. His weaknesses, although he does not like to admit them, are his quickness to make decisions sometimes the wrong ones, and his lack of respect for his superiors. He is also not the best combatant. He has moderate pistol and hand-to-hand skills, but is lacking in other areas. Women are another downfall, it’s the legs..
BIOGRAPHY:
Zark’s earliest memories are quite dejected, ranging from a lack of food to his drunken father beating his defenseless mother. Needless to say, Zark had a rough upbringing. He qould frequently lock himself in his room so that he could get away from it all. While in hiding he would play with his figurines, arranging them in complex structures, and devising plans for one team to overtake another. He seemed to have a mind for plans and strategy. If he had proper parents, he would have possibly even been able to attend a military school where he could sharpen his skills.
One of Zark’s clearest memories is that of the day he killed his father. When Zark was seventeen he came home and saw his mother slouched in a chair, bleeding from her forehead, covered in bruises. He knew instantly what had happened, it was not abnormal for him to come home and see her in this condition. Zark’s usual routine would be to help his mother get cleaned up, and take her to her sister’s house, until she felt like coming home would be safe, but not today, today Zark was fed up with his father’s charade. Zark went into his parents sleeping chambers to confront his father, to his dismay he was passed out in a drunken stupor, more enraged than before he went to his father’s closet, where he knew there was an ancient slug thrower sitting on the top shelf. Zark took the pistol into his hands, checked to see if it was loaded, took aim, his hands shaky and his mind racing, a bead of sweat ran down his face, he closed his eyes..
“Bang”
After running for about a year, Zark became tired of his life. He was tired of pretending to be someone he was not, tired of begging, and doing odd jobs just to feed himself. Zark knew that he needed a future. He remembered his uncle telling him about how successful the military had made him, and how the only reason he was able to be happy with his life was with the guidance he had from his superiors in the military.
Zark finally had an understanding of what he wanted to do with his life; he stole way on a shuttle to Corellia went to the naval office there and enlisted. The next seven years of his life were all but easy; undergoing training from various superiors he learned basic combat and leadership skills along with other military ins and outs. After his basic training he was participating in a naval activity where he was asked what he would do if one of his superiors was unable to devise a plan for a situation. After fifteen minutes he had the basics drawn up and his orders were being carried out by wire figurines of ships on the hologram overhead. Everyone watched intently, staring at the mock battle taking place before them. A few days later Zark was approached by some of the men who were in attendance, the promoted him to Lieutenant. Zark’s highest accomplishment thus far.
COMPOSITION AND APPEARANCE:
Zark Varon carries himself like mature adult, with his chest out and head held high, although he is only twenty five. He has his naval training to thank for his, rather bold, maybe even audacious body language. His naturally muscular body, weighing about two hundred and thirty pounds, gives the illusion that he is a man not to be tampered with. Zark has hazel green eyes and dark brown hair, usually hidden by a military cap. Zark was never one to wear anything outlandish; he would usually be found wearing military grade clothing.
EQUIPMENT:
-A military grade blaster pistol. (Medium speed, high power)
-A ring given to him by his mother, which hints that there is maybe more to him than a hardened military man.
PERSONALITY:
Zark is a leader, a leader who does not like to be told he is wrong. He stands firm in his beliefs and teachings, he could be described as closed minded. Zark always has an answer, no matter what the question. This tends to piss people off quite a bit; especially his superior officers. His tendencies make him seem cocky and arrogant although he is not. Zark’s emotions would not rival those of a boulder, which may even be an understatement. This allows him to make difficult decisions in extreme circumstances.
While Zark looks like a beefcake military man, somewhere deep, deep within fascination for women, a pretty face could turn a well thought out plan into a complete disaster.
LIKES AND DISLIKES:
In his free time Zark studies his environment, the people around him, constantly critiquing them in his head. He enjoys a bit of gambling here or there, although he is not all that good at it. If Zark is not in a cantina checking out the locals he is most likely sitting somewhere quiet playing strategy games on his data pad looking for some sort of unusual way to maneuver an obstacle.
Zark has a hatred for anything involving the Hutts; he finds them to be filthy and useless. His strong hate for them fueled his decision to enlist with the Navy. Let’s just say Zark would be all for complete extermination. The only thing Zark hates more than the Hutts is authority, which has made his naval career quite difficult. He frequently makes arrogant remarks to those above him.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Zark’s strengths include his charisma and leadership abilities. His ability to create and carry out battle plans and strategy are superb, but every plan has its flaws. His weaknesses, although he does not like to admit them, are his quickness to make decisions sometimes the wrong ones, and his lack of respect for his superiors. He is also not the best combatant. He has moderate pistol and hand-to-hand skills, but is lacking in other areas. Women are another downfall, it’s the legs..
BIOGRAPHY:
Zark’s earliest memories are quite dejected, ranging from a lack of food to his drunken father beating his defenseless mother. Needless to say, Zark had a rough upbringing. He qould frequently lock himself in his room so that he could get away from it all. While in hiding he would play with his figurines, arranging them in complex structures, and devising plans for one team to overtake another. He seemed to have a mind for plans and strategy. If he had proper parents, he would have possibly even been able to attend a military school where he could sharpen his skills.
One of Zark’s clearest memories is that of the day he killed his father. When Zark was seventeen he came home and saw his mother slouched in a chair, bleeding from her forehead, covered in bruises. He knew instantly what had happened, it was not abnormal for him to come home and see her in this condition. Zark’s usual routine would be to help his mother get cleaned up, and take her to her sister’s house, until she felt like coming home would be safe, but not today, today Zark was fed up with his father’s charade. Zark went into his parents sleeping chambers to confront his father, to his dismay he was passed out in a drunken stupor, more enraged than before he went to his father’s closet, where he knew there was an ancient slug thrower sitting on the top shelf. Zark took the pistol into his hands, checked to see if it was loaded, took aim, his hands shaky and his mind racing, a bead of sweat ran down his face, he closed his eyes..
“Bang”
After running for about a year, Zark became tired of his life. He was tired of pretending to be someone he was not, tired of begging, and doing odd jobs just to feed himself. Zark knew that he needed a future. He remembered his uncle telling him about how successful the military had made him, and how the only reason he was able to be happy with his life was with the guidance he had from his superiors in the military.
Zark finally had an understanding of what he wanted to do with his life; he stole way on a shuttle to Corellia went to the naval office there and enlisted. The next seven years of his life were all but easy; undergoing training from various superiors he learned basic combat and leadership skills along with other military ins and outs. After his basic training he was participating in a naval activity where he was asked what he would do if one of his superiors was unable to devise a plan for a situation. After fifteen minutes he had the basics drawn up and his orders were being carried out by wire figurines of ships on the hologram overhead. Everyone watched intently, staring at the mock battle taking place before them. A few days later Zark was approached by some of the men who were in attendance, the promoted him to Lieutenant. Zark’s highest accomplishment thus far.
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