Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2015 21:44:42 GMT -8
Name: Loryss
Age: Indeterminate
Gender: Male
Race: Human/Canouahan
Stands about 6', HWP, no hair, eyes change color based on emotional state, a common trait for his species.
Birthplace: Jarpula colony, Canouah
Talon or moonbase: Moonbase
Preferred rank: Civilian
Department: Just visiting - for now
Are you new to the forum? Yes
How did you find us? Scuttlebutt
Personality: A loner who seeks his own counsel, Loryss would tell you that he is slow to anger, but you'd better get the hell out his way if you ever cross him. He won't necessarily start a fight, but he WILL end it. All things being equal, he prefers to lead a peaceful, copacetic life; unfortunately, the universe seems to get a kick out of twisting him in the wind. He says he's a wanderer, looking for answers to questions that cannot be voiced, and that if you could see behind the mask, you'd a see a quick smile with an occasional wry smirk. Despite his appearance, Loryss would like to tell you that he has the soul of a poet, an appreciation for the arts, and the voice of a troubadour. He'd also tell you he's a mechanic, engineer, and, in a pinch, a first class chef.
He'd like to tell you all these things, but then, he really doesn't like to lie.
Background and History: Loryss is the son of a human father and Canouahan mother, raised on a planet that was rather distant from its star. As a result, he has to breathe through a mask that refrigerates the air to almost freezing; otherwise, his lungs would burn up, despite his looking more human that Canouahan. Beyond that, not much is known about him, his past, or his plans, and that's just the way he likes it.
Name of Celebrity: Model Mayhem Everett Sinclaire
Sample Roleplay:
It should have been a simple exercise of skill and cunning. All he had to do was cross a small river without leaving any evidence of his passing. Then a quick skirt around the edge of a meadow that was guarded by several of his foes would take him to a small structure. Once inside, just grab the prize, turn around, reverse his course and get back. Then, and only then, would he get his reward.
Welcome, Mr. Murphy.
It had rained the night before and the little river was now a raging torrent, and the log he'd planned on using to cross the river had been swept away. The meadow turned out to be surrounded by elephant grass 10' thick. Not a whole lot of fun, especially when you're trying to be quiet about the whole thing. Then, of course, the object of the exercise was more securely hidden than anticipated. On top of that, it was h-e-a-v-y, Still, despite all this, he actually made it back, mission accomplished.
"So, that's how I make ends meet," Loryss told the bartender. "Bounty hunting across the quadrants ain't a lot of fun, but it pays the bills." The lie came easily to his lips. It had to; otherwise, his continued survival could be counted in minutes instead of months, maybe years, but only if he got very lucky. "One more," he ordered, tapping the empty mug with his finger.