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Life is unkind
Why does life choose a small select few people to receive all of the benefits of luck? Why are others cursed with seemingly endless misfortune?
I am one of the latter in those two groups. My mother was one of the laziest excuses for a human being that you would ever be able to find. The only time that she ever really left her bed was in order to get high. How she got the money to get high was already in her bed, so that wasnt a problem for her. That is also how I came to be, a mistake that just so happened to occur while my mother was "working". She was entirely too strung up for any knowledge of who my father was to be a possibility.
Im surprised that she even bothered to get the medical care that was needed in order to deliver me to be honest. But there were no real problems with that, surprisingly the drugs and the alcohol had spared me any notable defects.
I suppose that it could be considered fortunate that one of the doctors at the hospital knew what kind of woman my mother was,(probably from hiring her for her services) and he made it known to others. So, instead of being placed with her, where I surely would have died to neglect, I was placed with a foster family. They didnt have much income, and they actually they mostly used the money received for having me with them in order to continue illicit activities.
Still, they had a reason to at least make sure that I stayed alive. They fed me, kind of clothed me, and things were for the most part okay until I turned 14. This is when I made the huge mistake of leaving to go and find out about my mother. She wasnt hard to find at all, at least once I realised that all I had to do was ask around for the local drugged out slut.
What I learned was obviously disheartening, and I went into somewhat of a slump. Not that my life had been meaning anything previously, but now it was just a horrible depressed mess. My worst idea of the time though, probably one of the worst of my life, was that I decided to try to live with my mother.
Life was expectedly bad, apparently, nothing had changed for her since I was born. And I found out that I had a few brothers that I would likely never meet, especially since she couldn't even remember what she had named them. Looking back on it, she probably had no idea who I was, and she likely would've believed me even if I had been lying.
While living with my mother, I did learn a few things. I learned how to steal, I learned how to live in horrible conditions for extended periods of time... and I learned the sweet release that alcohol can provide from a horrible life. While my mother seemed to dislike buying food, or paying her rent, or basically anything that involved nessecities, she was pretty free with her booze, and she saw nothing wrong with someone my age starting the drinking early.
Life continued on for a while, constant drinking, starving, stealing, until she died. I was with her when it happened, I really wish that I hadnt been, but I was. She was crying, throwing out false apologies like they would really change anything that she had done. Her last request was for me to grab her another bottle of rum.
So I left, three years later, not knowing a damned thing about how life was supposed to work in the real world. The few things that my foster family had bothered to teach me didnt seem to be nearly as useful as just stealing what I needed. Neither did the schooling of up to age 14 that I had.
So, I basically lived how I had for a while, stealing, and drinking. Not so much starving since I realised that buying food was important, but I had traded that for living in any sort of house. I simply grew up on the streets of Corellia, my life was a blur, I got into a few fights, and got out of them, never had any encounters with the law, even though it probably would've helped me out, and I didnt really make any friends.
One day though, I had a vision, a vision that probably saved me. It was of me traveling the world one day working to help others who had been in my situation, it was at a cost to them though, something to make the world more how I felt it should be for them. This future me was also powerful, and could do things well beyond what the average human was able to do.
He knew that to become this one day, he would have to get off of his current pattern of life, he would have to do something to change how his life was going.
NAME: Zhorin Rhysode
FACTION: Indy
RANK: None
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 20
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 5'10
WEIGHT: 175lbs
EYES: Light Blue
HAIR: Short brown hair
SKIN: White
CREDITS: None
DISTINGUISHING MARKS:
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes very, but untrained.
STRENGTH: 6/10 His life hasnt led to very much real physical activity, and he is out of shape.
DEXTERITY: 3/10 He isnt very dexterous, his is shaky when trying to do things.
CONSTITUTION: 3/10 He isnt healthy at all, he is malnourished and an alcoholic
INTELLIGENCE: 5/10 While he has the capacity to be inteillgent, his lack of education has hindered this.
WISDOM: 5/10 All that he really has going for him in this department are street smarts.
CHARISMA: 4/10 While somewhat attractive, he has very limited abilities in dealing with people.
FORCE POWERS:
None
SKILLS:
Stealing is his only real skill at this time.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
He is not very physically capable, and is an alcoholic. He has no real advantages over anyone else, except for that he believes now that he has a purpose, and that belief gives him a strong drive.
GEAR:
Nothing
SHIP:
None
DROIDS:
None
PETS:
None
PERSONALITY:
Zhorin is a negative condescending and cynical person. He views the universe in a very poor light, and isn't very easy to get along with. He has no qualms about stealing, and from his mother's death, he is somewhat unresponsive towards death, and the physical needs of others.
KILLS:
None
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
Lol
DUELING RING MATCHES:
GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES:
ROLE-PLAYS:
My goal with Zhorin is to make him evolve as a character... a lot. I plan on huge personality changes, physical changes, and an almost different person after a year or two.
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