Allan'dus Tera'lim, AKA Richeart WoebegoneRace:
Richeart is a tall, Caucasian fellow with dirty blonde hair, neatly trimmed to conceal that it has receded only slightly. His brown eyes are held open almost lazily, matching the all-pervasive smile that sits on his plainly handsome face. His entire demeanor was designed to radiate a relaxed confidence and openness. His moderate frame and thin, trim features hide his innate dexterity, and though by all rights he ought to be gaunt, his full face is complimentary to his looks.
His ever-present appearance of friendliness and plain clothing do belie a certain roguish charm, with his grin often crooked underneath a warm gaze and well-kept hair. His color preference in dress is green hues with white or black undertones. During waking hours, Richeart is always wearing an earth-tone vest - partially for style, and partly for protection, as the vest is subtly armored to protect his core.Personality:
His name is both a sincere and ironic reflection of his personality. In his own way, he is a very giving individual, but he doesn't like to let on about that facet of his person. His quiet caring and under-the-table generosity did not go unnoticed by his mother, who gave him the pet name Richeart. In general, Richeart tends to live under a visage of having no worries in the galaxy. He enjoys the fine art of the flippant remark, and tends to just throw off a veritable aura of "relax, good fellow". This persona led to his peculiar surname amongst other smugglers and pirates of "Woebegone", given to him by a particularly thick-headed smuggler who thought the word held a meaning opposite to its true nature. However, it stuck.
Underneath all of his calm assurance and easygoing manner, he keeps everything bottled up. His missing father in particular eats at him, though he'd never let you know that. He'd shrug it off and say "Hey, he'll come back when he comes back."
Smuggling is a nice way to pay the bills, in Richeart's mind. He doesn't mind stealing from those he feels are greedy, or could handle a small economic loss with ease...Modifications:
Richeart is Force sensitive. Gifted with occasional flashes of foresight, Richeart passes it off as deja vu, luck, or just coincidence.Gear:Typical Loadout:
Ion pistol; armor vest; thermal detonator (dud - will not explode); modified, scoped blaster pistolMission Loadout:
Heavily modified, scoped, semi-automatic blaster rifle; ion pistol; light body armor; modified, scoped blaster pistol; tactical headset; flash-bang grenades (x2) Combat Tactics:
Richeart is most comfortable at close range, where his pistol is most useful and his better-than-human reflexes tend to give him an advantage, and at long range, out of sight any opponent unfortunate enough to enter his cross-hairs. In close or mid range, Richeart makes the best use of cover available to him, usually making use of his scoped pistol unless the situation requires otherwise. This can go one of three ways: first, if the target requires a well-placed application of force, he will set his pistol to "overload", which discharges a much greater amount of energy, but briefly overheats the weapon; second, if the enemy has shields or other tech, he uses his ion blaster to attempt to disable it; third, in overwhelming situations, a rifle just gets things done better.
At range, Richeart uses his reflexes to take out targets of opportunity and provide cover for his allies. His rifle is modified to provide accuracy over longer range, and is analogous in many ways to the Lee-Enfield rifle
On the rare occasion that fists become involved, Richeart may be tall, but he is almost certainly nimbler than you are. He'll dodge your blows until you leave an opening, and he'll hope you weren't using that vital organ for anything.History:
Richeart was born into a middle-class family, and was given the name Allan'dus Tera'lim. He had a hard-working father and a mother who had to quit her job to stay home with Terrilaneece after he fell off of one too many tables. (It should be noted that "Terri Terri" is prone to accident.) Growing up, he lived away from the Central planets, moving from time to time, and finally ending up on Corellia. No matter where he stayed, Allan'dus was known to be kind-hearted, usually sticking up for smaller children even at the risk of being beaten up. He didn't like getting hit much, so he learned to get really dodgy, really fast.
It was on Corellia, though, that several major incidents occurred that changed Richeart's life. First, Richeart met by chance a group of smugglers in a bar and accidentally instigated a fist fight. He deftly moved to dodge their blows, so that most fists missed their targets. He knew he couldn't dodge forever, so he tried diplomacy, and was able to talk them down, apologizing for the instance and offering a bit of coin to compensate. The smugglers were admittedly impressed with his dexterity, and he was able to calm the situation to such a state that he even got out of them that they were smugglers. The concept of the job fascinated him, but before he could get too deep into the subject, he suddenly felt the strangest urge to go home. A picture of his father flashed for the briefest instance in his mind.
Wordlessly, he ran out of the bar, forgetting to pay the barkeep. He ran home and found the place undisturbed. He looked frantically around inside for anything to be wrong, and called out for anyone who was home. Only his mother and his brother replied. Upon asking, "Where's dad?" nobody could provide the answer. The only thing anybody could do was scramble frantically around the city trying to find him... upon doing so, Richeart stopped by the bar to pay for his drink. He felt something in his pocket, and upon further inspection, found a note reading the name of some place unknown to him.
After a month of searching, there was no success finding Purcel. One day, while his brother was working on some project or another, Terri slipped and knocked a fitting out of place with violent force. It collided with Richeart's head. While Richeart was out, his mind's eye flashed two images: a building on the edge of town that he was vaguely familiar with, and the words on the note. As soon as he was roused to consciousness again, he passed the injury off as "just a bump" and said he had to go somewhere. He left with no other words.
Upon approaching this building, one of the men he met in the bar walked out and greeted him. His head still ringing with dull pain, he tried his best to maintain composure. The smugglers offered him a job, noting his quick reflexes and diplomacy skills. Realizing this was both an opportunity to make some money, as well as an opportunity to try and gather clues as to his father's disappearance, he readily accepted. It was not long before Richeart became the ship's pilot, especially after demonstrating time and again his ability to navigate just about anything smaller than a frigate through an asteroid field, often times in daring escapes.
He doesn't stop by home much, but once in a while, a note worth significant credits is dropped through a door that opens fast and shuts faster, leaving no one there upon further investigation.
Family: Mother - Jayna Tera'lim, Father - Purcel Tera'lim (Missing), Brother - Terrilaneece "Terri Terri" Tera'lim (Hostipalized), Cousin - James Incherns