Name: Vax C. Skeen
Physical Age: Forty-four
Real Age: Thirty-one
Height: Six Feet, One Inch
Gender: Male
Hair Color/Style: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Hazel
Armor/Clothing: Dark Brown field-jacket, Black Cargo pants, tucked into black leather harness boots.
Personality: Vax wears a very neutral, indifferent expression the vast majority of the time, making him hard to read in passing. Give him a brief greeting or strike a conversation, and he will warm up to almost anyone. Despite this, however, a hard upbringing has given him the gift of paranoia; the instant someone enters the room, Vax has already determined a plausible course of action to defend himself against them.
Bio: Growing up on the hind end of Hell doesn't make you look like a very friendly guy, but it certainly gives you the drive to make the guys responsible for your otherwise terrible life pay. That's the motto, more or less, Vax took up some time after his twenty-fourth birthday. He left the military, bought a ship with his built up pension, and decided it was time to begin weaving the banner of revolution for the system. He wasn't going to spend decades toiling away in the name of some blue-blood's fat paycheck. And he could feel the malcontent resonating from every intermediate and X-class he met. The worlds would rise up and envelop the nobles like a forest in a firestorm. But every fire needs a spark to start.
Vax is that spark.
Education: X-Class citizen; picked up on the “dos” and “don'ts” of life through a combination of intelligence and sheer luck.
Job: Cargo Freighter Captain/Rebel Leader
Weapons: Vax never sets foot outside his quarters without his sidearm. Even when at home, his weapon is not far. The device in question is an unmodified Skolli B-114; a mid-range, hi-cap, high caliber pistol designed for military groups as a universal platform in close-quarters engagements. The weapon utilizes a unique form of ammunition storage known as “hammerspace”; effectively a small dimension in which a vast or otherwise impossible amount of ammunition can be stored. Tack on the ability to fire in space and underwater while being made entirely of an aluminum-tungsten alloy, and the “Skolli” is virtually unstoppable.
Home Planet: Genitona
Current Residence: A small freighter named “Bylun” which he captains, maintains, and flies solo. When he's not out moving freight, he's at a small, run-down apartment in the core-city of Genitona
Likes:
+ Sweet Tea
+ Women (A bit too much, perhaps)
+ Someone he can trust
Dislikes:
- Nobles
- Nobles
- Did I mention Nobles?
Picture:
Extras: He's always looking for trouble.
Physical Age: Forty-four
Real Age: Thirty-one
Height: Six Feet, One Inch
Gender: Male
Hair Color/Style: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Hazel
Armor/Clothing: Dark Brown field-jacket, Black Cargo pants, tucked into black leather harness boots.
Personality: Vax wears a very neutral, indifferent expression the vast majority of the time, making him hard to read in passing. Give him a brief greeting or strike a conversation, and he will warm up to almost anyone. Despite this, however, a hard upbringing has given him the gift of paranoia; the instant someone enters the room, Vax has already determined a plausible course of action to defend himself against them.
Bio: Growing up on the hind end of Hell doesn't make you look like a very friendly guy, but it certainly gives you the drive to make the guys responsible for your otherwise terrible life pay. That's the motto, more or less, Vax took up some time after his twenty-fourth birthday. He left the military, bought a ship with his built up pension, and decided it was time to begin weaving the banner of revolution for the system. He wasn't going to spend decades toiling away in the name of some blue-blood's fat paycheck. And he could feel the malcontent resonating from every intermediate and X-class he met. The worlds would rise up and envelop the nobles like a forest in a firestorm. But every fire needs a spark to start.
Vax is that spark.
Education: X-Class citizen; picked up on the “dos” and “don'ts” of life through a combination of intelligence and sheer luck.
Job: Cargo Freighter Captain/Rebel Leader
Weapons: Vax never sets foot outside his quarters without his sidearm. Even when at home, his weapon is not far. The device in question is an unmodified Skolli B-114; a mid-range, hi-cap, high caliber pistol designed for military groups as a universal platform in close-quarters engagements. The weapon utilizes a unique form of ammunition storage known as “hammerspace”; effectively a small dimension in which a vast or otherwise impossible amount of ammunition can be stored. Tack on the ability to fire in space and underwater while being made entirely of an aluminum-tungsten alloy, and the “Skolli” is virtually unstoppable.
Home Planet: Genitona
Current Residence: A small freighter named “Bylun” which he captains, maintains, and flies solo. When he's not out moving freight, he's at a small, run-down apartment in the core-city of Genitona
Likes:
+ Sweet Tea
+ Women (A bit too much, perhaps)
+ Someone he can trust
Dislikes:
- Nobles
- Nobles
- Did I mention Nobles?
Picture:
Extras: He's always looking for trouble.
