Post by Triune on Oct 26, 2005 6:48:29 GMT
Name: Vassur Naar
Age: 25
Species: Human (Fringer)
Height: 6'6"
Weight: 239
Hair: black
Eyes: Dark brown (Reflective like a cat's eye)
Bio: Seventy-Five years ago devestation visited the Galaxy, few were left untouched by it but none were as devestated than the population of Coruscant. Warheads of lethal energies rained from the sky destroying buildings and sending untold toxins and radiations into the air permeating the very mantle of the planet. Those that died in the destruction were perhaps the lucky ones. Those that survived were affected by the fallout but modern medicine helped most of them, most but not all. A select few, the most downtrodden were not so lucky. But they saw this not as a curse but a blessing, a chance to become more then what they were in a way that not even the most powerful of governments could take. Their bloodlines. These few left Coruscant and fled the smoldering remains of the Republic. They settled in the outer rim, trusting to distance to keep them safe. Then and only then did they struggle to gain control of their twisted genetics. Their generations were short, bearly 20 years but soon the self-taught geneticists figured out how to breed out the corrupted genes as well as the flaws in the human genome, IE: hemophelia, Acromeglia, color blindness, and others far more debilitating latent genes. Now some seventy five years since that fateful time, the once downtrodden are strong, stronger than mainstream humans, faster, smarter, more resistant to disease, toxins and poisons. Vassur is the result of this eugenics process.
He left his world to stride the stars, casting off the insular nature of his people to search for a place for himself. His natural abilties made him a 'natural' for combat at which he excelled. A gifted warrior, pilot, poet and scientist Vassur sees himself as a hercules among mortals. He wanders from job to job staying only long enough to make the necessary cash to repair his ship or provide for his needs. He involves himself in matters as he sees fit and with a iron hard view of 'right and wrong' he will indeed get into trouble.
Age: 25
Species: Human (Fringer)
Height: 6'6"
Weight: 239
Hair: black
Eyes: Dark brown (Reflective like a cat's eye)
Bio: Seventy-Five years ago devestation visited the Galaxy, few were left untouched by it but none were as devestated than the population of Coruscant. Warheads of lethal energies rained from the sky destroying buildings and sending untold toxins and radiations into the air permeating the very mantle of the planet. Those that died in the destruction were perhaps the lucky ones. Those that survived were affected by the fallout but modern medicine helped most of them, most but not all. A select few, the most downtrodden were not so lucky. But they saw this not as a curse but a blessing, a chance to become more then what they were in a way that not even the most powerful of governments could take. Their bloodlines. These few left Coruscant and fled the smoldering remains of the Republic. They settled in the outer rim, trusting to distance to keep them safe. Then and only then did they struggle to gain control of their twisted genetics. Their generations were short, bearly 20 years but soon the self-taught geneticists figured out how to breed out the corrupted genes as well as the flaws in the human genome, IE: hemophelia, Acromeglia, color blindness, and others far more debilitating latent genes. Now some seventy five years since that fateful time, the once downtrodden are strong, stronger than mainstream humans, faster, smarter, more resistant to disease, toxins and poisons. Vassur is the result of this eugenics process.
He left his world to stride the stars, casting off the insular nature of his people to search for a place for himself. His natural abilties made him a 'natural' for combat at which he excelled. A gifted warrior, pilot, poet and scientist Vassur sees himself as a hercules among mortals. He wanders from job to job staying only long enough to make the necessary cash to repair his ship or provide for his needs. He involves himself in matters as he sees fit and with a iron hard view of 'right and wrong' he will indeed get into trouble.
