Screen Name: Optikal
Character you wish to play: Keyan Raiko (created character)
Race (such as Human, Wookie, Transdoshan, Hutt, Twi'lek, Rodian, Bothan, droid, Mon Calimari, etc): Human
Faction (does your character belong to a group, such as the New Republic, The Imperial Remnant, the Bounty Hunter's Guild, a specific crime syndicate, etc): No current faction affiliation
Background (list the history of your character here. Created Characters Must Be Thorough!):
The Outer Rim world of Wayland plays home to Keyan Raiko, a simple junkyard owner and his family. Keyan grew up working with his father in their junkyard, salvaging and scrapping a variety of ships and technology. The business was small but afforded a comfortable life for the young family. Keyans father passed away and left his business, his home and his ship, a rickety old GS-100 named
The Scrap Hawk.
Recently though, Raikos yard has come under the eye of local mob boss, Harran K'null.
Character Class (choose one): Force Sensitive, Excellent Pilot. no current alliegiance.
What Font and Color will you be using for your character's speech: Dark Blue, Georgia
Items: DC-15s Blaster. GS-100 Scrap Shuttle. R4-K5 Astromech Droid.
Character Personality (Created Characters Must Be Thorough! Give a solid description on how your character acts, their morals, etc): Keyan is an out and out family man. He has seldom been off-planet and has lived a quiet life. At 25 years of age, he is a good man, honest, reliable and loyal. Cool, calm and diplomatic, Keyans main weakness is his over protectiveness of his young wife and son.
Character Alignment (Created Characters Must Be Thorough! Choose one): Neutral
Why have you chosen this character, and what are your plans for them: I have created Keyan with the hope to be able to tell a good story and help this RPG grow beyond the constraints of popular canon characters. I want to tell a story that compliments the depth of the universe we're playing in.
What can you bring to Star Wars: The RPG: I can bring enthusiasm, dedication and a little pinch of creative writing talent.
How often can you post IN A DAY in this RPG: As many as is needed.
Sample Post (write a sample post that is at least 4 paragraphs long and containing at least 3 lines of dialogue):
The rickety old salvage ship
"The Scrap Hawk" drifted lazily through the blackness of space. At the helm stood the old Herglic,Tarvi-Oisin. To his right Keyan Raiko stood with his arms folded behind his back. His gaze focused on the abject blackness of the universe, not paying attention to the flotsam and jetsam the ship was rolling through. His long, dark hair was pulled back from his head and tied in a high top-knot. His trimmed beard framed a strong jaw, giving his young face an air of authority.
Tarvi sighed noisily, the air releasing from the blow hole on the top of his head in a
hauum sound.
"You know lad, a problem shared is a problem halved?"
Keyans shoulders sagged and his head fell slightly.
"There's no problem to be shared Tarv, I was just thinking about Keyla."
The vision of his daughter came to him. She was five now and growing fast. Business had been slow and the small amount of credits Keyan was taking in was even more sparse thanks to the efforts of Harran K'null and his Enforcers.
"What about her?" the Herglic grunted.
"I just don't feel comfortable leaving them on the surface alone. Not with everything that's happening "
"You mean with Harrar and his thugs?"
"Yeah. They were back last week, took some things from the yard and a bunch of credits for 'protection'. I just don't know what to do".
"Report them to the authorities?"
"Come on Tarv, you know as well asI do that people like that have got the councillors in their pocket. What's the use?"
"Well I wouldn't stand for it, Key. I'd sort them nerf-herders out myself!"
Keyan laughed to himself as the old crewman thumped a fist into a palm. Tarvi was a good man, but sometimes saw things in pure black and white. Keyan unfortunately, could see nothing but the murky grays inbetween.
"Ah, I'm just in one of those moods. forgive my melancholy." Keyan turned and glanced at the hulking old trader.
"Do we have any of that Andoan Ale left? I'm in the mood to melt my organs".
"Heh Heh! That's more like it lad", Tarvi chuckled.
"Come on, we'll drink and talk of home and get it out of your system eh?"
Keyan smiled and moved towards the old captain, patting his huge shoulder.
"Sounds like a plan Tarv! sounds like a fine plan indeed!"
Do you know how to post pictures on the Hype: