Seteth Morters
Sep 2nd, 2003, 02:05:12 PM
Name: Seteth Morters
Age: Somewhere around the mid-twenties
History: Born in the lower levels of Coruscant, Seteth was educated by the Guild of Assassins from the age of seven. Here he was trained in the arts of subterfuge, namely breaking and entry, various climbing techniques, and, when he was a little older, the art of assassination. Seteth also studied the usual subjects (Literature, maths, the sciences etc) and learned to play the piano to some degree. More pertinently, Seteth was trained to use guns (quite well), knives (scarily well) and a sword (well enough to cope). Melee (read “dirty”) fighting although not featuring heavily on the Academy’s agenda, was learnt in the fast and furious School of Hard Knocks which was the Coruscant pub scene.
In his mid-teens he discovered an abiding interest in poison, which led him to devote vast amounts of his spare time to scouring libraries for instructions and what even he considered “underworldly sinks of criminal activity” in search of chemicals. Graduating with mediocre grades, but a catalogue of highly marketable toxins, Seteth set off to make his fortune in the big wide galaxy.
All seemed to be going well, making enough money to live on and never causing enough trouble to be wanted dead, until a chance encounter on a little-known planet resulted in him being on the run from the local police force, who were slightly more efficient that usual. His flight took him to Fascinataru, where he made the mistake of attempting to steal a ship from the ruling Van-Dervelds. Breaking with all precedent, his life was spared, and he was placed into the custody of the Captain of the Guard, officially as her second-in-command. Disliking this arrangement, and distrusting the ability of anyone not bred as a guard to guard the Family, she left him in a locked cell in the keep, to be detained indefinitely.
Appearance: Tall, approximately 6’8, but walks with a slouch, making him seem less imposingly tall. Has vaguely green eyes, an almost permanent half-smile and a mane of wavy brown hair which he refuses to cut short, despite the obvious impracticality of it. Heavily tattooed.
So useful skills then: Well, being trained as an assassin he knows a lot of ways to kill people, and is an expert with poisons, though more the concocting and sale of them than having to administer them himself. Has a list of contacts as long as an orangutan’s arm, of people who will buy and sell stolen property or illegal substances.
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So is there a vacancy or what?
Age: Somewhere around the mid-twenties
History: Born in the lower levels of Coruscant, Seteth was educated by the Guild of Assassins from the age of seven. Here he was trained in the arts of subterfuge, namely breaking and entry, various climbing techniques, and, when he was a little older, the art of assassination. Seteth also studied the usual subjects (Literature, maths, the sciences etc) and learned to play the piano to some degree. More pertinently, Seteth was trained to use guns (quite well), knives (scarily well) and a sword (well enough to cope). Melee (read “dirty”) fighting although not featuring heavily on the Academy’s agenda, was learnt in the fast and furious School of Hard Knocks which was the Coruscant pub scene.
In his mid-teens he discovered an abiding interest in poison, which led him to devote vast amounts of his spare time to scouring libraries for instructions and what even he considered “underworldly sinks of criminal activity” in search of chemicals. Graduating with mediocre grades, but a catalogue of highly marketable toxins, Seteth set off to make his fortune in the big wide galaxy.
All seemed to be going well, making enough money to live on and never causing enough trouble to be wanted dead, until a chance encounter on a little-known planet resulted in him being on the run from the local police force, who were slightly more efficient that usual. His flight took him to Fascinataru, where he made the mistake of attempting to steal a ship from the ruling Van-Dervelds. Breaking with all precedent, his life was spared, and he was placed into the custody of the Captain of the Guard, officially as her second-in-command. Disliking this arrangement, and distrusting the ability of anyone not bred as a guard to guard the Family, she left him in a locked cell in the keep, to be detained indefinitely.
Appearance: Tall, approximately 6’8, but walks with a slouch, making him seem less imposingly tall. Has vaguely green eyes, an almost permanent half-smile and a mane of wavy brown hair which he refuses to cut short, despite the obvious impracticality of it. Heavily tattooed.
So useful skills then: Well, being trained as an assassin he knows a lot of ways to kill people, and is an expert with poisons, though more the concocting and sale of them than having to administer them himself. Has a list of contacts as long as an orangutan’s arm, of people who will buy and sell stolen property or illegal substances.
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So is there a vacancy or what?