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[b]Name -[/b] Holiday

[b]Age -[/b] 19

[b]Species -[/b] Kathirian

[b]Role -[/b] Pirate

[b]Gender -[/b] Male

[b]Appearance -[/b] Kathirians are tailless animal-like aliens covered in fur, with a snout stretching out from their heads and two pointy ears. Other then that, they're quite a lot like humans in shape and functions, known for ranging in a variety of colors.

Holiday specifically has a dark shade of blue covering his body, with yellow eyes and a black iris. He stands slightly shorter then the average height of a human, with no known physical oddities then a scar stretching down his back. Body shape is rectangular, lacking muscle or fat.

His apparel is an insulting combination of human clothes found within his vessel, trousers with boots, a button-up long-sleeve shirt, then a long leather trench coat and a flat cap over his head. Despite being a total fashion hazard, he is often quick to discard most of it when the trouble ensues. For operations that are in hostile environs, he'll go with his basic lucky suit and chest plate armor.

[b]Personality -[/b] Constantly dipping into humor as life goes on, Holiday's behavior can be described in three words; confident, optimistic and facetious. No plan goes right in defying galactic law, so wherever there is a failure there will be Holiday- making fun of said failure no matter how dire. His whole behavior is surrounded by this jocular behavior, confident in being ridiculous or outlandish, as well as his optimism followed with constantly prodding at things and how bizarre the galaxy can be. It doesn't help much that he is without fatigue, going on and on much to the dismay of anyone who is around him, somehow always coming back from the deepest of pits of despair while making a ridiculous reference to some outer-rim movie.

[b]History -[/b] Holiday is young, which is very telling with his progress in life.

The Kathirian species are notorious for their large families which inhabit the universe. They're always refugees, migrants and lowly workers, their culture reinforced with staying together in large packs. It was deep within the bowels of [b]SB798-17[/b] that a village-sized Kathirian population would dwell, with Holiday constantly stirring up trouble with other families. His brothers were numerous and had their feuds with many others, and Holiday was the eldest of his pack, all of his siblings looking to him to lead them in their youthful aggression, to which he did with much success. During their childhood years their crimes were insignificant, but nonetheless exciting to their boring lives of being home all day. Food, tools and money were commonly taken from other homes as they went about their business.

Their teen years would be followed with open brawls against both Katharians and other inhabitants, the brothers gathering together into their own gang as violence kept on mounting. Despite their over-worked parents scolding them for their behavior, it never ceased, the brothers disobedience and relentlessness causing numerous arrests as they got older. Thankfully their time in jail was short and they would always reunite as soon as possible.

But their actions were not without consequence. It was inevitable that the first of them would die in a violent shootout, more ensuing. As the gang would decrease with attrition, the situation became more and more grim, their parents quickly passing once it became too hard to see what their children had become.

Filled with guilt, Holiday confronted his brothers with a desire to abandon their criminal activities. Despite being bruised and having a scar from the fight that broke out, he hasn't dared to return to that street since.

Signing on with pirate who desperately needed crew, Holiday's story would become as typical as ever of any fortunate criminal- working his way in a short matter of years, getting his own ship and having worthy gear to boot. His greed is without end, constantly pushing himself forward to try more dangerous and life-threatening plans to gather more loot, getting drunk when the money can be spent and making lackluster jokes along the way. His desperation shines through the shell of confidence sometimes, guilt for leaving his brothers behind is as endless as the greed.

[b]Equipment[/b]
[i]Space Revolver -[/i] With blue light surrounding the sights and black paint everywhere else, the "Space Revolver" is a lethal military-grade weapon that fires bullets similar to a 50. cal. While the bullets themselves are only capable of penetrating the most basic of armor, the real threat comes in the bullet's impact, capable of knocking down those too tough or armored to kill. The name of the actual gun is unknown, Holiday simply calls it space revolver for his own enjoyment. [i](He insists "Holiday Special" was another idea, but was weird to say.)[/i]

[i]Pocket Tool Device -[/i] While most of the tiny tools in this device aren't lethal by any stretch of the means, it has proven to be useful in causing trouble, from cutting rope with a tiny knife to hacking terminals with lacking security. It also serves as a short-range communication device, similar to a cell-phone.

[i]Lucky Spandex -[/i] A sophisticated and form-fitting black suit worn under the all of Holiday's clothing. It remains on [i]at all times,[/i] capable of propelling itself in space with tiny jets on the feet, to having a helmet form over his face from tiny nanobots that inhabit the suit with it's own oxygen supply, these nanobots can also assist in preventing severe blood loss or protecting from blunt force, though cannot outright stop either from killing Holiday. Where this suit comes from and who originally owned it is up for debate, Holiday has come to calling it "Lucky Spandex"

[b]Ship[/b]
[hider=The Europa]
[img]http://t03.deviantart.net/iQDOOaz9FEUG71809x4rEaTiclQ=/fit-in/700x350/filters:fixed_height(100,100):origin()/pre08/42c3/th/pre/i/2011/236/c/5/swtor___d5_mantis_by_doctoranonimous-d47netc.png[/img][b][u][center]The Europa[/center][/u][/b]

[i]The Basics -[/i] Holiday's personal quarters, a guest room with one set of bunks (presently this room is used to store misc. junk), a engine/generator room, a lounge/communications room and the cockpit at the fore. All of this is connected by a single incredibly slim hallway, at the end of which is filled with more boxes. A lot of junk lays about, from stolen objects to a valuable relic or too, less of a void-worthy vessel and more of a flying treasure trove...of junk. Mostly. The name would seem to imply it is a human vessel, though Holiday has denied stealing it more then once.

[i]Weaponry -[/i] Two small turrets are attached underneath the cockpit, controlled by the pilot. They fire large rounds similar to that of a tank at a higher speed, lacking severely in explosive power but packing a mighty punch. Other then that, there is one 'pod' of missiles that pops out of the roof of The Europa, with a total of eight being able to be fired at once.
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[b]Activity -[/b] My mood and inspiration changes unfortunately, and that determines how willing I am to post. I'm not going to hold up the RP for a week is what I can promise.
If I take too long to post or if inspiration dies, I'll come into the OOC and say that I'm quitting. If I SOMEHOW don't end up doing that and haven't posted in awhile, boot me from the thread entirely with extreme prejudice. Seriously, if I don't post within at least a few days and don't respond to a @, then boot me with [i]extreme prejudice.[/i]

[b]Extras -[/b] I'd consider Holiday to be a comedic relief for me since I've always written serious stuff, so don't expect him to get heavily invested into philosophy and the living conditions of the modern galaxy 24/7. Though that doesn't mean him being dark isn't off the table, it'll just only be reserved for particular moments.
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Like whenever someone gives me some freedom, I may get a little crazy.
Tell me if anything needs to change.