Post by Max Kendrix on Nov 1, 2005 3:06:59 GMT
Max Kendrix
Nickname: Max Fury
Faction: Mandalorian
Rank: Assassin?
Species: Mandalorian ( Check History )
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Height: 6ft
Weight: 180 lbs
Eyes: Red
Hair: Black
Skin: Pale
Credits: 1000 Credits.
Strength: Average
Dexterity: Extremely agile
Constitution: above average health
Intelligence: Genius level intelligence
Wisdom: Above Average
Charisma: Highly Charismatic (Attractive, yet quiet)
Force Powers: Some dark side powers but Max doesn't really know what their names are or how to use them very well...yet. He can move things with his mind sometimes, usually on accident. Max can also use the force to speed his movements while running and in battle. As far as Max is concerned he was just born with the ability to move faster. He doesn't know much about the force at this point in his life.
Skills: Disable device, Repair droids, craft armor, and weapons, stealth, gathering information, mortal combat
Lightsaber Forms: None
Strengths and Weaknesses:
Maximus is headstrong and willful. This as much a burden as it is an asset. He will listen to others that are more powerful, but when the tables are turned Max will seize the opportunity.
Gear: Dark red cloak, Dark red clothing, Black leather boots, Vibro daggers (2), Sniper rifle, Med kits (2), *Max's targeting visor
*This special made visor is the creation of the keen mind of a hunter. It is pieced togethjer from various technologies.
Visor special qualities: Targeting bonus: The ability to hit a moving target at a distance of 100 meters with pin-point accuracey. Holographic emmiter: The visor has a small information port that is built in to download information from all types of data-cards, and holo-chips. Multiple Spectrum Sight: This grants MAx the ability to see in Ultra violet, and Infrared spectrums of light. The visor also has the same abilities of night vision goggles.
Ships: Manadlore is gonna give me one when I finish my recruitment process.
Pets: No
Personality:
Max is reserved yet capable of taking on any persona that fits the situation. He has no friends and feels that he needs none. Max is a loner that relishes in melee combat. Seeing his foe fall before him is all that matters. Max enjoys looking directly into his foe's eyes as his essence joins the force. Max finds this exhilarating, and highly addictive.
History:
Max was born to wealthy parents on Coruscant. He found that at an early age he had a penchant for finding trouble. He was among the group that hacked the security grid that caused the great information crash of 2122. The group was eventually caught and brought to justice. Max served out the remainder of his young life in a prison colony designed for unruly children. He and a few others managed to escape a few years later. Max ended up on Tattooine, and forced into slavery. This didn't last long however as Max wasn't much for that sort of thing. His master died by his hands while he slept one fateful night. The rest of Maximus Kendrix's life has yet to unfold...
Addendum: Max doesn't yet know that his is a Mandalorian. He was adopted while he was an infant, and his foster parents have yet to tell him the truth about his adoption or his birth parents.
RP’s: (I normally play D&D so I will just do a sample Star Wars RP)
Maximus crept along the wall to blend into the veil of shadows. His target was a rich businessman from the looks of him. Easy pickins, Max thought as he approached his unsuspecting victim....Without warning the mark turned and headed off down the alley. This was bad luck for Max, but this is what made the hunt fun after all. He quickened his pace and closed once again. His Vibro dagger remained sheathed until the very last second...
Once again he was foiled as another man appeared and greeted his target. He listened for a bit to the seemingly endless passing of needless banter between the two. Perhaps there would be two bodies to be found when the sun broke the tops of great mountainous heights of the Coruscant skyline....
Patience was wearing thin...Yet I must wait for the perfect strike! Damnit man move on! I thought to myself...
Too late! My dagger finally tasted the darkness of night as it was easily hefted free of it's sonic dampening prison, to once again find privacy in the innards of the man that had so callously interrupted the hunt. The vibro dagger hummed violently as it ate into the man's soft underbelly...
A jet of crimson fluid washed over me as I yanked the weapon free. More than a little blood shot into my mouth, but that did little to sate my lust for mayhem. The taste of iron in my mouth and the sting of blood in my eyes fed my fury. I had a job to do, and I would see it finished this night! My other victim staggered back wards as I came into view...
Like takin candy from a baby, I thought to myself as my dagger flashed out ward in blur to open up the man's throat like a hot poker through snow. He attempted to scream, but to his surprise no crowd bringing alarm came. Instead his severed tongue lazily dropped through the new opening under his chin. I had to admit that was pretty sick, but that's what happens, and if ya couldn’t take the heat then don't live on Mustafar...At least that's what I always said!
Nickname: Max Fury
Faction: Mandalorian
Rank: Assassin?
Species: Mandalorian ( Check History )
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Height: 6ft
Weight: 180 lbs
Eyes: Red
Hair: Black
Skin: Pale
Credits: 1000 Credits.
Strength: Average
Dexterity: Extremely agile
Constitution: above average health
Intelligence: Genius level intelligence
Wisdom: Above Average
Charisma: Highly Charismatic (Attractive, yet quiet)
Force Powers: Some dark side powers but Max doesn't really know what their names are or how to use them very well...yet. He can move things with his mind sometimes, usually on accident. Max can also use the force to speed his movements while running and in battle. As far as Max is concerned he was just born with the ability to move faster. He doesn't know much about the force at this point in his life.
Skills: Disable device, Repair droids, craft armor, and weapons, stealth, gathering information, mortal combat
Lightsaber Forms: None
Strengths and Weaknesses:
Maximus is headstrong and willful. This as much a burden as it is an asset. He will listen to others that are more powerful, but when the tables are turned Max will seize the opportunity.
Gear: Dark red cloak, Dark red clothing, Black leather boots, Vibro daggers (2), Sniper rifle, Med kits (2), *Max's targeting visor
*This special made visor is the creation of the keen mind of a hunter. It is pieced togethjer from various technologies.
Visor special qualities: Targeting bonus: The ability to hit a moving target at a distance of 100 meters with pin-point accuracey. Holographic emmiter: The visor has a small information port that is built in to download information from all types of data-cards, and holo-chips. Multiple Spectrum Sight: This grants MAx the ability to see in Ultra violet, and Infrared spectrums of light. The visor also has the same abilities of night vision goggles.
Ships: Manadlore is gonna give me one when I finish my recruitment process.
Pets: No
Personality:
Max is reserved yet capable of taking on any persona that fits the situation. He has no friends and feels that he needs none. Max is a loner that relishes in melee combat. Seeing his foe fall before him is all that matters. Max enjoys looking directly into his foe's eyes as his essence joins the force. Max finds this exhilarating, and highly addictive.
History:
Max was born to wealthy parents on Coruscant. He found that at an early age he had a penchant for finding trouble. He was among the group that hacked the security grid that caused the great information crash of 2122. The group was eventually caught and brought to justice. Max served out the remainder of his young life in a prison colony designed for unruly children. He and a few others managed to escape a few years later. Max ended up on Tattooine, and forced into slavery. This didn't last long however as Max wasn't much for that sort of thing. His master died by his hands while he slept one fateful night. The rest of Maximus Kendrix's life has yet to unfold...
Addendum: Max doesn't yet know that his is a Mandalorian. He was adopted while he was an infant, and his foster parents have yet to tell him the truth about his adoption or his birth parents.
RP’s: (I normally play D&D so I will just do a sample Star Wars RP)
Maximus crept along the wall to blend into the veil of shadows. His target was a rich businessman from the looks of him. Easy pickins, Max thought as he approached his unsuspecting victim....Without warning the mark turned and headed off down the alley. This was bad luck for Max, but this is what made the hunt fun after all. He quickened his pace and closed once again. His Vibro dagger remained sheathed until the very last second...
Once again he was foiled as another man appeared and greeted his target. He listened for a bit to the seemingly endless passing of needless banter between the two. Perhaps there would be two bodies to be found when the sun broke the tops of great mountainous heights of the Coruscant skyline....
Patience was wearing thin...Yet I must wait for the perfect strike! Damnit man move on! I thought to myself...
Too late! My dagger finally tasted the darkness of night as it was easily hefted free of it's sonic dampening prison, to once again find privacy in the innards of the man that had so callously interrupted the hunt. The vibro dagger hummed violently as it ate into the man's soft underbelly...
A jet of crimson fluid washed over me as I yanked the weapon free. More than a little blood shot into my mouth, but that did little to sate my lust for mayhem. The taste of iron in my mouth and the sting of blood in my eyes fed my fury. I had a job to do, and I would see it finished this night! My other victim staggered back wards as I came into view...
Like takin candy from a baby, I thought to myself as my dagger flashed out ward in blur to open up the man's throat like a hot poker through snow. He attempted to scream, but to his surprise no crowd bringing alarm came. Instead his severed tongue lazily dropped through the new opening under his chin. I had to admit that was pretty sick, but that's what happens, and if ya couldn’t take the heat then don't live on Mustafar...At least that's what I always said!
