Post by Shaight Sabyce on Jun 30, 2011 1:15:30 GMT -5
Name: Shaight Sabyce (SAB-i-see)
Race: Garar
Gender Male
Job/Role: Cafeteria worker
Appearance: Like all Garar, Shaight is basically human in stature. His hands and feet, of course, are larger and more… clawed than human hands. It takes one of the largest boot sizes to fit his irregular-shaped feet. His cheekbones are rather sunken, and his eyes are small for his race (though still large by human standards), deep-set and with bags underneath. This serves to give him a shifty sort of look, altogether untrustworthy. The unnerving constant grin shown by his jutting fangs doesn’t do much to prove otherwise. His hair is blond, and long, as is the style on his home planet; and surprisingly pretty, even when he doesn’t bother to wash or comb it for a while. It’s sometimes in a ponytail, sometimes free to hang around his face and down his shoulders. Age isn't really measured on Casuso, but he's probably around 26-29 by human standards.
Shaight isn’t much for dress codes. His uniform is at least two sizes too large. His pants are tucked loosely into his boots to make walking possible, and his sleeves hang down over his hands, always concealing their movements. He wears a spotty apron during his shift in the cafeteria, and occasionally forgets to take it off when it’s over. His shirt is usually undone, showing the white(ish) undershirt he sports underneath. His rather creepy tail is sometimes tucked in and sometimes free from a custom opening in his pants.
Personality: Shaight is rather intelligent, but he does not put this advantage to good use. An unfortunate result of ‘civilizing’ the Garar was that the traits they so valued as a race suited them for a life of crime better than any noble pursuit. In this vein, Shaight uses his cunning together with a newfound respect for money to do whatever he can to get it. It’s hard to tell if a Garar is lying due to their odd faces, so this suits him: he can be as sweet as can be to your face and then not hesitate to double-cross you the minute you leave his sight. Due to his upbringing, he has little conscience and a lot of malice. As to romance, he isn’t picky as to race. Or gender. Though on the whole he much prefers women. All the humanoids might as well be the same to the extent he cares, and he’s not afraid to go a little exotic. They, of course, may not think quite the same, but what’s it to him? He’ll make a pass at anything with legs… or even a few without.
History: Shaight was born on his race’s home planet, Casuso. His early life was in the Aice tribe of the Fourth Forest. His ‘traditional’ clan didn’t bother to tell him of the IO involvement or outpost on the planet, so he had no reason to suspect there was anything other than Garar as sentients. It was actually during his coming-of-age hunt that he stumbled across the protected dome that housed the IO representatives. After he expressed his curiosity and desire to know more about the universe, he was welcomed as an intergalactic citizen, and never even bothered to say goodbye to his tribe.
He was sent to get a rapid education, and then let loose on one of the IO’s planets to work. He began work at a restaurant, but his cunning and curious nature soon got him involved in the underground world of drug dealing. His chef’s expertise and quick brain allowed him to whip up custom recipes on the fly as well as adapt to anyone else’s. Brands from all over the universe were soon in his hands, and therefore, so was money from all over the universe. By the time he learned to be circumspect with his spending and his own drug use, it was too late. The police were on his tail. He’d left such a blatant trail that the evidence was irrefutable when he was finally picked up after passing out in an illegal brothel.
You might think that’s where the story ends, but you’d be wrong. Even after he reached prison, he was one of those ‘guys who could get you good shit’. If he couldn’t whip it up himself using ordinary household chemicals, he could bribe the guards with the money he earned by dealing to his fellow inmates.
The L-0244 mission was posted in the prison he resided in, and he knew he could make some good money if he was out of the stagnant prison economy. If the mission made it to the solar system they were heading for, he could be one of the most influential guys around. If not, he’d still control a lot of the assets in space. And if they made it home, well at least he’d have a lot more money than he started with. He’s managed to smuggle a lot of his private stash aboard the Tenacious VII, as well as his personal ‘chemistry set’. His position as a cafeteria worker also gives him access to the kitchen, which has many more of the materials he uses. And he’s sure it would be pretty easy to sneak some stuff from the infirmary if needed…
Race: Garar
Gender Male
Job/Role: Cafeteria worker
Appearance: Like all Garar, Shaight is basically human in stature. His hands and feet, of course, are larger and more… clawed than human hands. It takes one of the largest boot sizes to fit his irregular-shaped feet. His cheekbones are rather sunken, and his eyes are small for his race (though still large by human standards), deep-set and with bags underneath. This serves to give him a shifty sort of look, altogether untrustworthy. The unnerving constant grin shown by his jutting fangs doesn’t do much to prove otherwise. His hair is blond, and long, as is the style on his home planet; and surprisingly pretty, even when he doesn’t bother to wash or comb it for a while. It’s sometimes in a ponytail, sometimes free to hang around his face and down his shoulders. Age isn't really measured on Casuso, but he's probably around 26-29 by human standards.
Shaight isn’t much for dress codes. His uniform is at least two sizes too large. His pants are tucked loosely into his boots to make walking possible, and his sleeves hang down over his hands, always concealing their movements. He wears a spotty apron during his shift in the cafeteria, and occasionally forgets to take it off when it’s over. His shirt is usually undone, showing the white(ish) undershirt he sports underneath. His rather creepy tail is sometimes tucked in and sometimes free from a custom opening in his pants.
Personality: Shaight is rather intelligent, but he does not put this advantage to good use. An unfortunate result of ‘civilizing’ the Garar was that the traits they so valued as a race suited them for a life of crime better than any noble pursuit. In this vein, Shaight uses his cunning together with a newfound respect for money to do whatever he can to get it. It’s hard to tell if a Garar is lying due to their odd faces, so this suits him: he can be as sweet as can be to your face and then not hesitate to double-cross you the minute you leave his sight. Due to his upbringing, he has little conscience and a lot of malice. As to romance, he isn’t picky as to race. Or gender. Though on the whole he much prefers women. All the humanoids might as well be the same to the extent he cares, and he’s not afraid to go a little exotic. They, of course, may not think quite the same, but what’s it to him? He’ll make a pass at anything with legs… or even a few without.
History: Shaight was born on his race’s home planet, Casuso. His early life was in the Aice tribe of the Fourth Forest. His ‘traditional’ clan didn’t bother to tell him of the IO involvement or outpost on the planet, so he had no reason to suspect there was anything other than Garar as sentients. It was actually during his coming-of-age hunt that he stumbled across the protected dome that housed the IO representatives. After he expressed his curiosity and desire to know more about the universe, he was welcomed as an intergalactic citizen, and never even bothered to say goodbye to his tribe.
He was sent to get a rapid education, and then let loose on one of the IO’s planets to work. He began work at a restaurant, but his cunning and curious nature soon got him involved in the underground world of drug dealing. His chef’s expertise and quick brain allowed him to whip up custom recipes on the fly as well as adapt to anyone else’s. Brands from all over the universe were soon in his hands, and therefore, so was money from all over the universe. By the time he learned to be circumspect with his spending and his own drug use, it was too late. The police were on his tail. He’d left such a blatant trail that the evidence was irrefutable when he was finally picked up after passing out in an illegal brothel.
You might think that’s where the story ends, but you’d be wrong. Even after he reached prison, he was one of those ‘guys who could get you good shit’. If he couldn’t whip it up himself using ordinary household chemicals, he could bribe the guards with the money he earned by dealing to his fellow inmates.
The L-0244 mission was posted in the prison he resided in, and he knew he could make some good money if he was out of the stagnant prison economy. If the mission made it to the solar system they were heading for, he could be one of the most influential guys around. If not, he’d still control a lot of the assets in space. And if they made it home, well at least he’d have a lot more money than he started with. He’s managed to smuggle a lot of his private stash aboard the Tenacious VII, as well as his personal ‘chemistry set’. His position as a cafeteria worker also gives him access to the kitchen, which has many more of the materials he uses. And he’s sure it would be pretty easy to sneak some stuff from the infirmary if needed…