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From: Evan Hansen  <hansene@xxxxx.xxxx>
Date: Thu Dec 9, 1999 10:58pm
Subject: oh what the hell...(kinda long)


We're gonna be starting a new campaign soon, and I figured id post my
character so that y'all could shred it for me.  :-)

I admit that, in terms of stats specifically, its pretty
lousy...however, the GM is gonna be running a pretty fight intensive
game and he told us to stack our physical skills...also keep in mind im
a bit of a jedi-munchkin.  *grin*  He's kind of a Stone Cold Steve
Austin (for you wrestling fans) meets Qui-Gon type character.

ive tried to create a charcter that reflects the attitude that a lot of
jedi in the vector prime era seemed to have...and perhaps in the prequel
time, though we wont know for a while.  finally, I make some references
to hand of thrawn duology stuff (from Visions of the Future in
particular), so if you havent read it, dont read my character unless you
dont mind a few little tidbits from the book getting spoiled for ya.

-Evan-



  Name:  Milton Lore  (Lore)
  Player:  Evan
  Type:  Jedi / bounty hunter
  Age:  22
  
  Physical:  Lore's handsome appearance is hidden by the scars of his
tumultuous
  lifestyle.  His right eye looks different than his left due to some
surgery that left his
  right eye devoid of pigment.  To a close observer, they are noticeably
different.  Much
  of his scalp was destroyed, and then grafted back on, so he can grow
no hair.  His
  head is entirely shaved.  His left ear is missing a small chunk, and
he has a massive
  scar running along the left side of his chin up to along the side of
his eyeballs from a
  failed lightsaber training exercise.  The hair he does have, elsewhere
on his body, is
  dark brown, as is his one normal eye.  He stands at about 5 feet 10
inches, and weighs
  in at about 185 pounds   solid muscle.
  
  Background:  Lore was born "Milton Lore" to Uri and Corran Lore on
Corellia. 
  Mocked endlessly by his classmates for his name (not a popular one on
Corellia),
  Milton became a childhood recluse.  He was pretty smart, though his
main advantage
  in life became clear as he got older   he's huge.  He joined an
underground fighting
  club, where youngsters were meet and beat on each other so that
gamblers could bet
  on the matches.  He never lost in the 12 matches he fought in.  He
somehow could
  react before the other fighter knew what was going on.
  
  He met a monk and began to practice meditating, which truly
strengthened his resolve. 
  He also began to see short visions in his head about how to focus his
mind to do
  things better.  He began to be able to focus his way into doing
physical and mental
  tasks better by letting emotion and feeling guide him.  He was pretty
shocked by this
  of course, and wasn't sure where to take it.
  
  He left on a "journey of discovery" with the monk, and it was
suggested to him that
  perhaps he was like the ancient Jedi.  Milton thought the Jedi to be a
myth, as he had
  never seen one.  Only Lord Vader had such powers, and even then some
thought they
  could be explained away by that mechanical suit of his.  The monk
recommended that
  he get in a space craft and set the first course heading that occurred
to him.  Milton
  laughed, but the monk was serious.  So Milton proposed this to his
parents.  They
  laughed and screamed, both.  The circle was complete.  His classmates
hated him. 
  His parents mocked him.  There was nothing.  So, he took off to the
other side of the
  planet and joined a gang.  It was a pretty harsh reaction, but it paid
well, as they
  would continually rob the wealthiest Corellians.  He learned to pilot
a speeder quite
  decently, considering he is not terribly mechanically inclined.
  
  However, this soon grew old.  Milton was a smart guy, and he knew that
he was
  above this.  He was 17 now, and the galaxy was changing.  Endor had
just been won
  by the Rebels.  It was getting easier for him to see the future and he
even knew when
  the leader of the gang was going to die and thus Milton prevented it. 
No one else
  understood it, and the gang kept quiet about it, but secretly they
began to fear Milton. 
  So they too turned on him.  In a fight with some CorSec agents, they
wanted a
  sacrificial lamb.  Milton's speeder was rigged to explode and leave
him for the agents,
  maybe dead, maybe alive.  Just before the explosion, Milton got the
instinct to jump. 
  He jumped, saving his life.  However, his head was ripped open by a
metal trash
  container near by.  After he was fixed up at a local hospital, Milton
escaped past
  waiting CorSec agents, stole his father's ship from his old home and
plotted the first
  course heading that came to mind.  After he set the course, he passed
out from all the
  activity.  When he awoke, he was in a small hut with an elderly man. 
The man said,
  "You made it."
  
  His name was Del-Rai Wikk a Jedi Master.  The Jedi informed him that
he was in
  the Unknown Regions and that Wikk was lost survivor of the mission
that sent over a
  half a dozen Jedi Knights towards extragalactic space none of whom
were ever heard
  from again.  It was revealed that these Jedi were tracked into a
system by the
  Imperials, who made it there ahead of them.  The Imperials were ousted
by a man
  named Thrawn as were the Jedi who followed.  One escape pod made it
away with
  Wikk onboard.
  
  Wikk knew that Thrawn would plan another run at the galaxy, and he
also knew,
  through the Force, that the Jedi would somehow survive.  Wikk took it
upon himself
  to make sure that whatever future they had, Milton would be part of it
eventually. 
  Wikk explained that Lore's immediate future would simply be to exist
but that
  someday he would grow to be truly important.  Whether that was 5 years
or 60 years
  down the road, Wikk would not say.  So, for just under 4 years Wikk
trained Milton
  as a Jedi.  Milton soon gave up that name and simply called himself
Lore.  Lore built
  himself a lightsaber and completed much training.  While Wikk made
certain that Lore
  knew the difference between fear, anger, hatred and calm, controlled,
passionate
  emotion, Wikk also stressed that conforming and bowing to empty
principles was not
  what a Jedi should be.  He told Lore to trust his path and simply live
his life as he
  had always lived it.  Wikk eventually died, and disappeared, leaving
Lore to head back
  to the Core.  Wikk's last words were "He's back."  Somehow he knew
Wikk meant
  Thrawn was heading towards the Core as well.  Lore wasn't certain he
would be doing
  anything about that, but decided to pack up and head for home.
  
  He returned to a New Republic fairly well in place.  Things seemed on
the up and up
  for the galaxy.  Lore needed to make some cash, so he headed home.  He
found his
  parents had moved away.  He searched for them, and they refused him
any help.  He
  needed money and shelter now so he began underground fighting again. 
He was
  clearly the best, and in the no-hold barred matches he used his
lightsaber defeating
  everyone by simply scaring them into submission, disabling their
weapons, or in one
  case, maiming.  The money wasn't enough though.  He received an offer
to join a
  speeder bike gang that robbed rich folk, gave some of that to the poor
and kept the
  rest for themselves.  After seeing one fight in which Lore deflected 3
blaster bolts into
  various enemies, he was appointed leader.  The gang made a bundle of
money, and
  Lore was quite happy.  He killed when he had to, though he didn't make
a habit out of
  it.  He gave a little more to the poor than the others did, but he
certainly didn't have
  any shortage of money anymore.
  
  Eventually, even that got old, and he sought out the services of a
bounty hunter
  organization.  He believed that bounty hunting was certainly not the
most noble of
  tasks, but certainly not a dishonest living.  It's a job and nothing
more.  It gets him
  money and some fun along the way.  That's how he lived his life before
Wikk, and in
  keeping with Wikk's advice, that's how he lives it now.  Since
Thrawn's return, Lore
  has never disputed the advice of Wikk the prophet and Jedi.
  
  Personality:  He can be a little cocky at times, though not in any
sort of sly, arrogant
  way.  Its more of an intimidation factor   he's a big guy that'll
scream at you to scare
  the living daylights out of you.  He gets along with most folks well,
though he is
  sensitive about his past.  He never reveals his true name, and indeed
even his
  identification merely says "M. Lore."  He holds the passionate love of
life that Jedi
  hold, but he doesn't let it rule his destiny.  The way he sees it, his
life is laid out   
  his destiny is as it is.  Thus, Lore will live his life and see what
happens.
  
  Objectives:  To make some money and keep his life going at a decent
pace until the
  time that Wikk said will come until he can do something more.  He kind
of wants to
  meet Luke Skywalker, merely to discuss the history of the Jedi and
their future.
  
  Quotes:  "Oh hell yeah!"
         "You stupid sonofabitch!"
         "The M doesn't stand for anything.  My name is Lore."
  
  
  DEX 3D              PER 4D              MEC 2D
  Lightsaber 5D                           Landspeeder 4D
  Dodge 5D                                Beast Riding 3D
  Brawling Parry 4D
  
  
  
  
  STR 4D              KNO 3D                  TEC 2D
  Brawling 5D         Willpower 4D            First Aid 3D
  
  
  
  
  Control 5D                    Sense 5D            Alter 5D
  
  
  Credits:  
  Force Sensitive:  Yes
  Force Points:  2
  Dark Side Points:  0
  Character Points:  5
  
  -- Equipment --
  
  1   Lightsaber (green blade handle design attached)
  2   Comlink
  3   Medpack


  Replies Author Date
306     Re: oh what the hell...(kinda long) Nealos Wed 12/15/1999
312     RE: Re: oh what the hell...(kinda long) James Skemp Wed 12/15/1999
314     Re: Re: oh what the hell...(kinda long) Ben Flood-Paddock Wed 12/15/1999
325     Re: oh what the hell...(kinda long) William Elliott Wed 12/15/1999
326     RE: Re: oh what the hell...(kinda long) William Elliott Wed 12/15/1999
327     Re: oh what the hell...(kinda long) EThomas340@xxx.xxx Wed 12/15/1999
328     Re: Re: oh what the hell...(kinda long) Armage Bedar Wed 12/15/1999
330     RE: Re: oh what the hell...(kinda long) James Skemp Wed 12/15/1999
331     Re: Re: oh what the hell...(kinda long) James Skemp Wed 12/15/1999
332     Re: oh what the hell...(kinda long) William Elliott Wed 12/15/1999

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