Post by Jenos Holo on Jul 27, 2009 18:07:17 GMT -6
Jenos Holo
vitals
nick names = Holo
gender = male
age = 80
race = Human
homeworld = Terra
areas of skill = weapons, smuggling, mechanics
preferred profession = mechanic/base maintiner on Glacies
starting location = Terra [/size][/ul]
visuals
eyes = Blue
distinguishing features = Gunshot wounds on his right hip, top right chest, right shoulder. Knife wounds on his torso and legs. Small scars on his hands and forearms from mechanical work.[/size][/ul]
personality
dislikes = the law, people in his space, mouthy brats
strengths = knowledgable, mechanical whiz
weaknesses = grouchy, stubourn, pigheaded
describe full personality = When you reach your 80th birthday, it's well accepted in society that old people are finally allowed to stop playing nice and start being miserable old bastards. Holo's had a head-start on that one for the past decade. Underneath his grouchy and abrasive exterior is another even more abrasive interior that will yell at you to get the hell off his lawn. If you can get him in a good mood, he'll happily tell you tales about the old days and maybe even provide a little good advice.[/size][/ul]
so the story begins...
Jenos Holo was born before space travel was a reality. The first years of his life were spent in the Inbetween, until a tragic accident took his parents life, and he was promptly shuffled from orphanage to orphanage. He eventually ran away at the age of 11 and started living on the streets of the Below. He became an errand boy for a local crime lord and worked his way up the ladder, eventually becoming a full-fledged smuggler.
Smuggling was a great career. He made enough money to buy a home in the Inbetween, and even got married. But when she wanted him to settle down, he couldn't make himself leave the lifestyle. She finally gave him an ultimatum: her or the smuggling. The divorce papers were drawn up within a week and Jenos was a free man again. He celebrated by selling his place in the Inbetween and investing in stocks instead. There were rumours about the space program having made a new revolutionary breakthrough, an engine that would allow them to get off planet and further than the moon, even to some of the distant planets in the solar system, just out of reach but oh so tempting. To a smuggler, new territory and new resources were always tempting, and he invested and kept on eye on the news while he continued to take contraband back and forth.
Eventually, his passion for the ships lead him to leave smuggling temporarily and get a job at one of the first shipyards, building the frame and working on the new engines. When the first ship left, heading for Heimdall, Holo was aboard. The photos of the memorable first meeting beween the Dwarves and the Humans do not list Holo, who was busy stealing jewels from the packsacks of the occupied Dwarves. They were sold as soon as they returned to Terra, and using the money saved over the years, Holo bought the pieces needed to build his own spaceship. It took three years to finally perfect it, and when he did, he promptly took it on a joy ride around the earth. It was the happiest day of his life.
Others followed in his example, stealing the technology or paying others to build ships for them. Holo sold his own plans for a nice price and continued to make adjustments to his own ship, making it smaller and less bulkier. Eventually the government had no choice but to make it legal to purchase ships in order to keep the illegal ship trade from gaining a foothold. Holo returned to his smuggling ways, taking on various crew members as he explored the galaxy and plundered it. One of the crew members taken on was a young Grace Forjacks, whom he took under his wing and treated like the daughter he'd never had.
Eventually, age got the better of Holo and he had to retire and sell his spaceship. He repurchased his old apartment in the Inbeween and settled into his retirement. Two days after moving in, he got a message from Grace asking if he would like to run her new base of operations on Glacies and do maintenance on her ships. He said yes immediately, not willing to spend another twenty-four hours in the claustrophobic apartment. Jenos has been living on Glacies ever since, and he couldn't be happier (but he'll never admit that to anybody).
role play example =
Only a fool would go stomping out into the Glacies snow. Holo was that fool, eighty years old and unwilling to give up his morning walks, even if he was on a barren world where only the foolhardy went charging into the white. He had his snowglasses on, and a suit made out of Mammoth hide that cut the cold until it was bearable. Anyway, there was the base to see to and Holo was the only one left to take care of it now that Grace was off again.
Holo wandered around the base, checking to make sure that the Kugelblitz was as undamaged as ever. There was a large snowdrift on the right side, covering a pair of doors. He'd have to come melt that away later with a flamethrower before it got solid and kept them from taking their ATT out to get fresh meat. Beside the drift was dark yellow snow and the dank smell of mammoth. The migration must have brought them near in the night. Good. It would be easy to get out and bring down one to keep him in meat for the next few months. And Holo could always use the hide for a new blanket. Even with the furnace on, it still got cold in Holo's room, and he hated the way his bones ached when he woke up after a particularly nasty night.
The rest of the base was fine. Holo headed back in through the snowlock, stomping his boots on the grating and brushing the snow off his shoulders at the heaters turn on and adjusted the air. His skin tingled at the new heat. He hadn't ever gotten temperatures this cold living on Terra. Sometimes, when his bones ached particularly bad, he wished Grace had gone and build her base somewhere nice and tropical, like Corus. But on a day like this, when it was bright and not too cold, when there wasn't anybody but him, he was glad he was stuck on this barren snowball. A man could be free here, and wasn't that what life was all about? Being beholden to no one but yourself.
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the real you
age = 24
how did you find us? = Sarah
any last words? = GET OFF MY LAWN[/size][/ul][/font]
