Declan Ross
May 30th, 2016, 09:09:06 PM
Declan Ross - Shotgun Surgeon
2999
Now, we must all fear evil men. But there is another kind of evil which we must fear most, and that is the indifference of good men.
NAME: Declan Ross
FACTION: Independent
RANK: Surgeon, Paramedic, Bartender
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 29 years old
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 5'11"
WEIGHT: 176 lbs
EYES: Grey
HAIR: Dark Brown
SKIN: Pale
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes. Latent and Undeveloped.
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
(+) Steady Hand, Calm Mind: Declan has been through a lot in his life. A rough and shattered childhood. Wars. The horrors of being a trauma surgeon and doctor of emergency medicine. The end result is a penchant for calm thinking and action even under the worst of stresses. It is also incredibly difficult for mental attacks to disturb his calm or induce fear, paranoia, or the like.
(+) Feet First Unto Hell: When first trained in the military, Declan was nothing more than a grunt. Assigned as airborne infantry, he was the squads pilot first before volunteering to be trained as the medic as well. The years of flying straight into battle, and living to fly back out, have made him one of the best pilots in combat. His time on the hyper-lanes as a Warden, traversing the Outer Rim have also made him one of the best navigators and explorers.
(+/-) Willfully Unknowing: While he is Force Sensitive, and knows it, he has willfully remained untrained and ignorant of his potential. Some aspects of it he cannot shut off, such as his skill with piloting, or his knack for knowing danger. But he refuses to learn the true hallmark abilities of a Force User, and absolutely despises lightsabers.
(-) Post Traumatic Stress Disorder: Many claim it. Many say they know of it. But the horrors of this disease and its' scars of the mind are largely unknown and unexplored or dealt with. There are certain sounds, sights, smells or places Declan simply cannot deal with. Despite his indomitable will, they will break him like a twig, and he will often take days or weeks to fully right himself from such an episode.
(-) Loner: Though some might not view this as a weakness, when carried to the extremes that Declan has done, it is near crippling. Associates, business partners, lovers and acquaintances he has innumerably, in every corner of the Galaxy. Very few know of him truly, only a piece or sliver. There is no one in truth that he can rely on or be reinforced by.
(-) Whiskey Tooth: The common ailment of stress and likewise called 'The Human Burden' by several species. Declan is notoriously well educated in various brands of famous galactic brews, to the point where he suffers from several related liver, heart, and kidney issues. The vice may one day kill him without suitable replacements to his organs, a costly prospect that Declan toys with in his drunken stupors. He's prone to mistaking any random face for that of a lost associate, switching between moments of vaudeville and maudlin at the drop of a hat.
APPEARANCE:
Lanky. With haunted eyes and a constant sardonic grin. His hair is light, thin, and usually tousled by a hand through it when Declan rises in the morning. Grey eyes with a hint of blue shading stare out at most with a lack of care or recognition. His pale skin is unmarked, at least to the casual glance when he is clothed. Several old tattoos from his time in the service. Unit markings, a cadecus with the skull grinning, draped with a banner that says 'Feet first unto hell' to represent his time as a paratrooper. Typically he is dressed in a black peacoat, tight black muscle shirt, and loose black slacks and dress shoes, a black messenger bag over his chest.
BIOGRAPHY:
Keep in mind this is rough draft, brain storming notes... More coherent and expansive comes later as I get a feel for him.
His Force Using status is sort of a half-developed thing... Might know how to meditate, calm himself, a very light version of Force Sense maybe. But nothing really conscious or controllable. Father was a non-Force Using smuggler type, mother a Warden of the Sky. One or both got the axe on a job gone wrong, betrayed by a friend maybe. Or government official gone corrupt. Parents had unconvered something, maybe a relic of artifact or bit of intelligence. Declan doesn't know what, just that they were killed for it. Drifts around from various more respectable family members raising him until he finally strikes out on his own around 16-18.
When old enough, he winds up joining CorSec, given his heritage as a Corellian. It is there he is trained as a medic, fights a number of wars, then leaves after a few tours. Sustains a few injuries, gets a cybernetic hand/arm, replacement knee, and winds up falling for the Nurse who takes care of him Post Op, but never sees her after his medical discharge.
'It won't be drink that kills me, girl. Won't be that. I'll be in some hideous zone, trying to keep up with the squad, when that ache from the last few weeks suddenly blooms into real, real pain. I'll hit the floor. Mobility, zero. A sniper down the street will pull me up in their sights, and that's all she wrote for Declan. So feth it. I'm putting my papers in for military pension today. I'm going to get some bum democracy to pay for my addictions until I can comfortably pass away at the bottom of a Corellian whiskey barrel.'
Uses his pay and severance, goes to a University on Denon and graduates damn near top of his class, MD with specialty in Trauma Surgery. Works at a prestigious hospital on Coruscant, and winds up Chief of Residency (teaches new people, in charge of that program). Largely, the Galactic events happening pass him by. Eventually he winds up meeting the same Nurse from his Cybernetics operation, when they get an influx of wounded enlisted from the same medical company. They have a fling, but she goes missing, unknown reasons. Maybe she didn't want to get tied down with Declan. Maybe she was kidnapped by Hutts, he doesn't know. Breaks him up pretty bad though.
He takes to the space lanes, the loss sort of breaking his resolve. Piloting one hunk of junk after another, trying to follow in what he barely remembers of his mothers' footsteps. Trying to be a Warden without knowing what they really are. Or if he can really be one. Just mainly with the goal of protecting 'the little people'...Works part time as a bartender on some backwater Outer Rim world, fixing up those who need it. By his standards.
STUDENTS:
N/A
THEME SONG:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s9rG-Vo6FoE
POSSESSIONS:
The Clothes on His Back
A Cheap Bottle of Booze (Old Crumb Sour Mash (http://t11.deviantart.net/nJRfnVPn-iR8ZHwJYyt028lj3sM=/300x200/filters:fixed_height(100,100):origin()/pre03/06d9/th/pre/f/2013/163/0/b/0b805d30d701dc5482b0b7b1dd861bd8-d68s2r2.jpg))
Half-pack of cigarettes
THREAD TRACKER(Coming Soon (tm) )
Total: 0 | Complete: 0
FACTION THREADS
Total: 0 | Complete: 0
PRIVATE THREADS
Total: 0 | Complete: 0
PUBLIC THREADS
Total: 0 | Complete: 0
DUELS
Total: 0 | Complete: 0
Force Powers:
Apprentice - Knight - Master - Specialist
Dashes denote skills generally not available before master of the Force.
Force Sense(s)
Precognition/Danger Sense: ||||
Force Alter:
Force Healing: ||||
Miscellaneous Force/Fringe Force Skills:
Instinctive Astrogation: ||||
SHIP:
KILLS:
N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
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***UPDATED 05/30/2016***
2999
Now, we must all fear evil men. But there is another kind of evil which we must fear most, and that is the indifference of good men.
NAME: Declan Ross
FACTION: Independent
RANK: Surgeon, Paramedic, Bartender
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 29 years old
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 5'11"
WEIGHT: 176 lbs
EYES: Grey
HAIR: Dark Brown
SKIN: Pale
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes. Latent and Undeveloped.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
(+) Steady Hand, Calm Mind: Declan has been through a lot in his life. A rough and shattered childhood. Wars. The horrors of being a trauma surgeon and doctor of emergency medicine. The end result is a penchant for calm thinking and action even under the worst of stresses. It is also incredibly difficult for mental attacks to disturb his calm or induce fear, paranoia, or the like.
(+) Feet First Unto Hell: When first trained in the military, Declan was nothing more than a grunt. Assigned as airborne infantry, he was the squads pilot first before volunteering to be trained as the medic as well. The years of flying straight into battle, and living to fly back out, have made him one of the best pilots in combat. His time on the hyper-lanes as a Warden, traversing the Outer Rim have also made him one of the best navigators and explorers.
(+/-) Willfully Unknowing: While he is Force Sensitive, and knows it, he has willfully remained untrained and ignorant of his potential. Some aspects of it he cannot shut off, such as his skill with piloting, or his knack for knowing danger. But he refuses to learn the true hallmark abilities of a Force User, and absolutely despises lightsabers.
(-) Post Traumatic Stress Disorder: Many claim it. Many say they know of it. But the horrors of this disease and its' scars of the mind are largely unknown and unexplored or dealt with. There are certain sounds, sights, smells or places Declan simply cannot deal with. Despite his indomitable will, they will break him like a twig, and he will often take days or weeks to fully right himself from such an episode.
(-) Loner: Though some might not view this as a weakness, when carried to the extremes that Declan has done, it is near crippling. Associates, business partners, lovers and acquaintances he has innumerably, in every corner of the Galaxy. Very few know of him truly, only a piece or sliver. There is no one in truth that he can rely on or be reinforced by.
(-) Whiskey Tooth: The common ailment of stress and likewise called 'The Human Burden' by several species. Declan is notoriously well educated in various brands of famous galactic brews, to the point where he suffers from several related liver, heart, and kidney issues. The vice may one day kill him without suitable replacements to his organs, a costly prospect that Declan toys with in his drunken stupors. He's prone to mistaking any random face for that of a lost associate, switching between moments of vaudeville and maudlin at the drop of a hat.
APPEARANCE:
Lanky. With haunted eyes and a constant sardonic grin. His hair is light, thin, and usually tousled by a hand through it when Declan rises in the morning. Grey eyes with a hint of blue shading stare out at most with a lack of care or recognition. His pale skin is unmarked, at least to the casual glance when he is clothed. Several old tattoos from his time in the service. Unit markings, a cadecus with the skull grinning, draped with a banner that says 'Feet first unto hell' to represent his time as a paratrooper. Typically he is dressed in a black peacoat, tight black muscle shirt, and loose black slacks and dress shoes, a black messenger bag over his chest.
BIOGRAPHY:
Keep in mind this is rough draft, brain storming notes... More coherent and expansive comes later as I get a feel for him.
His Force Using status is sort of a half-developed thing... Might know how to meditate, calm himself, a very light version of Force Sense maybe. But nothing really conscious or controllable. Father was a non-Force Using smuggler type, mother a Warden of the Sky. One or both got the axe on a job gone wrong, betrayed by a friend maybe. Or government official gone corrupt. Parents had unconvered something, maybe a relic of artifact or bit of intelligence. Declan doesn't know what, just that they were killed for it. Drifts around from various more respectable family members raising him until he finally strikes out on his own around 16-18.
When old enough, he winds up joining CorSec, given his heritage as a Corellian. It is there he is trained as a medic, fights a number of wars, then leaves after a few tours. Sustains a few injuries, gets a cybernetic hand/arm, replacement knee, and winds up falling for the Nurse who takes care of him Post Op, but never sees her after his medical discharge.
'It won't be drink that kills me, girl. Won't be that. I'll be in some hideous zone, trying to keep up with the squad, when that ache from the last few weeks suddenly blooms into real, real pain. I'll hit the floor. Mobility, zero. A sniper down the street will pull me up in their sights, and that's all she wrote for Declan. So feth it. I'm putting my papers in for military pension today. I'm going to get some bum democracy to pay for my addictions until I can comfortably pass away at the bottom of a Corellian whiskey barrel.'
Uses his pay and severance, goes to a University on Denon and graduates damn near top of his class, MD with specialty in Trauma Surgery. Works at a prestigious hospital on Coruscant, and winds up Chief of Residency (teaches new people, in charge of that program). Largely, the Galactic events happening pass him by. Eventually he winds up meeting the same Nurse from his Cybernetics operation, when they get an influx of wounded enlisted from the same medical company. They have a fling, but she goes missing, unknown reasons. Maybe she didn't want to get tied down with Declan. Maybe she was kidnapped by Hutts, he doesn't know. Breaks him up pretty bad though.
He takes to the space lanes, the loss sort of breaking his resolve. Piloting one hunk of junk after another, trying to follow in what he barely remembers of his mothers' footsteps. Trying to be a Warden without knowing what they really are. Or if he can really be one. Just mainly with the goal of protecting 'the little people'...Works part time as a bartender on some backwater Outer Rim world, fixing up those who need it. By his standards.
STUDENTS:
N/A
THEME SONG:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s9rG-Vo6FoE
POSSESSIONS:
The Clothes on His Back
A Cheap Bottle of Booze (Old Crumb Sour Mash (http://t11.deviantart.net/nJRfnVPn-iR8ZHwJYyt028lj3sM=/300x200/filters:fixed_height(100,100):origin()/pre03/06d9/th/pre/f/2013/163/0/b/0b805d30d701dc5482b0b7b1dd861bd8-d68s2r2.jpg))
Half-pack of cigarettes
THREAD TRACKER(Coming Soon (tm) )
Total: 0 | Complete: 0
FACTION THREADS
Total: 0 | Complete: 0
PRIVATE THREADS
Total: 0 | Complete: 0
PUBLIC THREADS
Total: 0 | Complete: 0
DUELS
Total: 0 | Complete: 0
Force Powers:
Apprentice - Knight - Master - Specialist
Dashes denote skills generally not available before master of the Force.
Force Sense(s)
Precognition/Danger Sense: ||||
Force Alter:
Force Healing: ||||
Miscellaneous Force/Fringe Force Skills:
Instinctive Astrogation: ||||
SHIP:
KILLS:
N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
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***UPDATED 05/30/2016***