Character SheetName: Frankie Degenstein
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Cargo Transporter (some legal, some not so legal)
Age: 56
Affiliation: Exalian
Sub Affiliation: Frankie has received contracts from Gangs, the Empire and Idolentia Skills/magic/abilities: • Favourite of Lady Luck – Frankie has been abnormally lucky ever since he acquired the ancient looking medallion he wears about his neck
• Honeyed Tongue – Frankie is a real smooth talker. He usually knows just what to say to any given person and can talk his way out of most situations.
• Quickdraw – He is very fast with his blaster and possesses keen reflexes in general
• Reckless Flyer – Frankie is a skilled flyer, but he’s also very reckless when he flies, performing moves that seem like they must be suicide.
• Handy With a Knife
Appearance: Frankie is a slim man, not to say he’s weak he’s not. Frankie’s body is just very lean, the only meat on his bones being muscle. His hands are delicate looking and a bit on the small side. Frankie’s blonde hair is worn slicked back over his head, or at least that’s how it starts the day, by the end various strands are usually hanging loose and unkempt. He has angular features and high cheekbones on his thin face. His eyebrows are what might be called beautiful as they are perfectly arched. His nose is slender, and straight with a slight bump on the ridge. His eyes are blue, like newly frozen ice, and almost a typical almond shape, though a bit rounder. His eyelids hang so that he always appears either as if he is a bit sleepy, or assuming a dangerous glare. His chest and torso are modest in size, but well toned and defined. His muscles may not be large but they are powerful, many a time an opponent had underestimated Frankie and learned that the hard way. His skin was fair, but has since become slightly bronzed; now assuming a tawny colour. Next to his skin is a bit of leather cord from which hangs a golden piece. It must be very old or exotic, possibly both, for no one who sees it can place its country of origin and Frankie refuses to reveal it. He wears a grey-blue shirt which is slightly open at the neck, the shirt is tucked into earth brown slacks; these in turn are tucked into brown leather boots, which reach mid calf. Frankie also wears a burnt brown, cloth vest over his shirt. About his waist is a sturdy belt, worn over the slacks at a rakish angle.
Starting equipment:- Golden Medallion
Boot
- knife
Belt w/ thigh holster:
- Heavy Blaster Pistol
- x3 Smoke Grenades
- x3 EMP Grenades
- Vibroknife
Pant Pockets
- Pack of cigarettes
- zippo lighter
- Wallet
- 1,000 credits
- Bank card
His ship NPC(s): N/APersonality: Frankie is a womanizer, having a girl in every port, he’s rarely alone on any given night, providing they’re not in commute, and otherwise if he is alone it’s undoubtedly by choice. He’s the kind of guy who can talk his way out of most things, a real smooth talker. He usually knows just what to say to any given person, especially if they are of the female persuasion. On the whole one must remember that Frankie is a pilot for hire, a rogue and the deity he worships is the all mighty credit. He has no other master. He does what he does to get paid, no matter what the job. Frankie is a quick thinker, well trained to think on his feet, which only aids his persuasive oral skills. Frankie has a general disdain for the Upper Class, having found them to be rather untrustworthy in the past. Of course it may be more a feeling of jealousy than anything.
History: Frankie never knew his parents, or can’t remember them if he ever did. His brother, Ben, raised him from a young age after his parents disappeared. It was his brother who taught him how to fly. Small things, like hovercrafts in the garbage dump where Ben worked. Frankie loved it from the beginning, it was exhilarating. Frankie began to pilot faster craft, though how he attained them wasn’t always legal. He started to sky race (like street racing, but you know, without the street) and slipped into the underworld. Spending his winnings on booze and gambling. He happened to be present at a certain card game where he won the Felix Domina. The fellow who had lost the ship was definitely not happy. Frankie shoved the table at the man, who reached for his blaster. Frankie was faster, as the man crumpled to the floor Frankie slid across the table, grabbing his new ship’s ignition chip in the process and was out the door. He made his getaway in his skyracer.
Starting point: Gia Panta – Stalum Street
Theme song: “Girl Police” by The Dudes((Song starts around :56)) /
“I Want You So Hard (Boy’s Bad News)” by Eagles of Death MetalBattle theme: "A Gringo Like Me" by Ennio Morricone
