Name: Sid Varl (Sid_Varl)
Age: 30
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Alignment: True Neutral
Bio: If you had to define a ‘Spacer”, Sid would be it. 31 years ago the Varl’s left their homeworld of \"Iona\" and boarded the refugee ship “Zero” to find themselves a new home for theirs was lost to the cloud; they never did find one.
A large and over-crowded clunker is no place for a child to remain one for long; cramped space meant friction, friction meant the occasional fight, this generally led severe maiming or death. On Sid’s 6th year as a spacer runt his childhood would end, and a bloody end it would be. Work was sparse, the Zero eventually went from a temporary refugee ship to a generational scavenger ship, she would drift through the void of space dismantling anything she came across, occupied or not and on one perfect storm of a night 24 years ago she came across something too big to handle.
It started with a loud resounding CRACK through the ship and followed with a mechanical scream, metal ripping apart metal, the Zero was in pain. Armed men ran through the halls of the Zero blasting away all in their path. Sid hid in a crawl space he had made in the paneling of the ship hall, he watched in horror as the men entered his families makeshift home and decimated his mother and father. The fighting would eventually end, both ships would depart, life would go on and the forever changed Sid would learn that the Zero was now father, mother, employer and friend.
At the age of 20 Sid left his beloved Zero with enough credits to buy a small ship and a dream that was his, a future of his making with unlimited possibility. He’s cold now, he doesn’t mean to be, not that he truly cares that you think it; the childhood fairy tales of the charming prince and the loving and tender mother are exactly that and don’t fit in his cold reality, Gaia is not kind and will break a weak man. Maybe he will return to his Zero when old and frail, maybe he will let the void take him before then, all that matters now is the life he can eke out. If your goals align with his then an ally you have, threaten his goals and you will deal with his blaster and the cold uncaring eyes of a man who’s seen too much to care about your sad existence. Sid lives by one credo now “Audentes fortuna iuvat”, fortune favours the bold.
Initial Plans: Build a small ship, get into mining and trading then follow the ebb and flow of fortunes tide to my next destination/endeavor.
Age: 30
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Alignment: True Neutral
Bio: If you had to define a ‘Spacer”, Sid would be it. 31 years ago the Varl’s left their homeworld of \"Iona\" and boarded the refugee ship “Zero” to find themselves a new home for theirs was lost to the cloud; they never did find one.
A large and over-crowded clunker is no place for a child to remain one for long; cramped space meant friction, friction meant the occasional fight, this generally led severe maiming or death. On Sid’s 6th year as a spacer runt his childhood would end, and a bloody end it would be. Work was sparse, the Zero eventually went from a temporary refugee ship to a generational scavenger ship, she would drift through the void of space dismantling anything she came across, occupied or not and on one perfect storm of a night 24 years ago she came across something too big to handle.
It started with a loud resounding CRACK through the ship and followed with a mechanical scream, metal ripping apart metal, the Zero was in pain. Armed men ran through the halls of the Zero blasting away all in their path. Sid hid in a crawl space he had made in the paneling of the ship hall, he watched in horror as the men entered his families makeshift home and decimated his mother and father. The fighting would eventually end, both ships would depart, life would go on and the forever changed Sid would learn that the Zero was now father, mother, employer and friend.
At the age of 20 Sid left his beloved Zero with enough credits to buy a small ship and a dream that was his, a future of his making with unlimited possibility. He’s cold now, he doesn’t mean to be, not that he truly cares that you think it; the childhood fairy tales of the charming prince and the loving and tender mother are exactly that and don’t fit in his cold reality, Gaia is not kind and will break a weak man. Maybe he will return to his Zero when old and frail, maybe he will let the void take him before then, all that matters now is the life he can eke out. If your goals align with his then an ally you have, threaten his goals and you will deal with his blaster and the cold uncaring eyes of a man who’s seen too much to care about your sad existence. Sid lives by one credo now “Audentes fortuna iuvat”, fortune favours the bold.
Initial Plans: Build a small ship, get into mining and trading then follow the ebb and flow of fortunes tide to my next destination/endeavor.
