Ryan Bennett

Out of Character
Name/Handle: Chris
Age: 17
Gender: Male
How did you find us?: Goooooogle

Character Information
Name: Ryan Bennett
Nickname/Alias: “The Silver-tongued Soldier”
Gender: Male
Age: 36
Species: Human
Homeworld: Naboo
Force Sensitive: No

Body Information
Clothing Outline: Ryan can usually be found traveling the galaxy in a simple, tan wife-beater top with desert-patterned, camo cargo pants. Throughout his travels, Ryan has learned that adaptation is the most important skill to survive. In battle he will adorn a durasteel suit. When the situation requires a more diplomatic approach, Ryan will favor a long dinner-jacket with a light colored vest and a dark turtleneck.
Face Outline: Ryan has a strong face with an angular jaw that comes to a square chin and cheeks that show a well worn man. His nose is a little on the rounded side, showing signs that it was broken in a fight in a bar some time ago. He has dark eyebrows that are often furrowed, trying to solve some problem or issue. He has raven black hair that is long enough to cover his ears, but is usually greased and slicked back. He also can be seen sporting a short, scruffy, full goatee
Body Outline: Ryan isn’t extremely big, but there is still an imposing air about him. He is fairly well muscled, as much of his time is spent training. Due to the fact that most of his time not training is spent drinking, he has developed a small paunch, but it is by no means a “beer belly.”
Physical Build: Strong, solid
Height: 6’1

Combat Information
Faction: Alliance (Navy/ Starfighter Corps)
Rank: Second Lieutenant
Class: Pilot/Spy
Weapon: DC-15 Rifle, Jagged Vibro-blade
Spaceship: R-41 Starchaser, Domino
Skills:

• Great in hand-to-hand combat
• Knows Galactic Basic, Huttese, Jawa Trade Language, and can understand Shyriiwook
• Natural combat and survival instincts
• Skilled Pilot
• Being personable and eloquent have allowed him to become a natural diplomat, and that politician’s smile doesn’t hurt either.
• Oh, did I mention he can drink anyone under the table?

Additional Items: Durasteel Suit, Pet Gurrcat Havoc, Comlink

Additional Information
Personality:
Ryan can be the life of the party or the bane of your existence, it’s your choice. He loves to have fun, but unfortunately, that fun has helped him develop the disease known as alcoholism. That’s not to say that he can’t go without drinking, but when he does, there is no “too much” for Ryan. This has led to countless bar fights, lost loves, and terrible hangovers. However, when he’s not dueling with “the creature” he is an extremely talented pilot and an avid sport-hunter. Both of those skills have proved invaluable to him during his time in the Alliance.

Some might believe that these traits are a result of his tough past, but it’s really quite the contrary. Ryan’s past doesn’t bother him, he just like to have fun and do what he likes to do. He’s the type that will fall in love with a girl from across a room. Very versatile and adaptive, Ryan is just as comfortable rummaging through your skull with a vibro-knife as he is sitting down to dinner with you. He’s very open to meeting new people and learning about various personalities.

Although he seems like bar scum, one of Ryan’s favorite past-times is going on diplomatic espionage missions; dressing up in a number of suits and jackets, schmoozing with the silver-spoons, a glass of Alderaanian Brandy and the like.

History:
Ryan’s history is not a happy one, but it is not one he is ashamed of. From the time he was born he had been fighting the odds. Born on Naboo, he was not among the upper-class that was common on that planet. He never knew his father and everything his mother told him about his father was a lie.

His mother told him that his father went on an espionage mission on Coruscant to try to save Corellia and Dolomar. In reality, Avery Bennett was a drunkard. He served time in jail for assaulting a soldier on Naboo. After he got out of jail, Ryan’s mother, Madeline, wouldn’t let Avery see his son. After being kicked out of his own home, and being even rejected by his own parents, Avery decided to get drunk and to take his own life.

After the death of her husband, Madeline did her best to support herself and her son. They barely scraped by, with Ryan often having to steal dinner for the two. This couldn’t last, and just one month after the collapse of his family, Ryan sold himself into slavery and gave the money to his mother.

Ryan was brought to Nar Shaddaa to work for a Hutt boss. This is where he picked up his nasty drinking habit. At the age of nineteen, he was stealing drinks from cantinas to satiate his desire to relax. After a while, he made friends with the bartender, and worked for his drinks. He became everyone’s favorite bartender, and the untamed masses stammered in to the Ronto’s Head Cantina to drink with their best friend Ryan Bennett.

Unfortunately, there was one person who wasn’t so thrilled about this new job, the Hutt boss. When he caught wind of Ryan’s “side project”, he immediately decided to send Ryan to Nal Hutta. As the freighter was being loaded with various other slaves and cargo, a group of bounty hunters stormed the docking bay and killed the guards, took the cargo, and freed the slaves. However, Ryan wasn’t content to stay on Nar Shaddaa. He snuck onto one of the bounty hunter’s R-41s, a Trandoshan named Rasskk. Rasskk, at first, was none to happy to see this human teenager on his ship, but after some pleading and pledging, Rasskk allowed Ryan to accompany him and to work for him.

Rasskk taught Ryan how to be an excellent pilot and extremely handy with a blaster. The pair often made their way to Tatooine for sport hunting. On one such trip to the Twin-Sun Planet, Ryan, now 28, came across a shopkeeper selling exotic creatures. This shopkeeper had a Gurrcat that caught Ryan’s eye. It was rather small for a Gurrcat and looked malnourished. Ryan instantly fell in love with the creature, bought it, and named it Havoc. With Gurrcats being the hunters that they are known as, helped turn the hunting duo into a trio.

The good times just couldn’t last. On one hunting trip to Tatooine, the team had set down in a seemingly empty section of the dune sea, and Rasskk exited the ship. Ryan was having a hard time getting Havoc to leave the ship, and thankfully for our hero, he stayed on the ship trying to coax Havoc out. Suddenly, a blaster shot ripped the stillness of the dunes and Rasskk dropped to the ground. Ryan ran back to the main cockpit of the ship and readied his blaster, just in time to see a Gamorrean trying to board the ship. Ryan blasted it three times in the chest before it even had a chance to notice him. After he was sure it was dead, he rushed over to Rasskk’s side, only to find that his mentor was already dead.

Depressed, scared, and unsure what to do, Ryan dumped the Gamorrean’s body of the ship and buried his best friend, laying the Trandoshan’s blaster rifle on top of the makeshift grave. After a moment of silence, Ryan boarded the R-41 and set out to burn sky. He had no clue where he was going until he caught some inspiration from his last friend. He looked down at Havoc simply said “We’re going home.” Corellia, to be exact. Havoc’s home, and little did Ryan know, the Alliance’s home.

Once at Corellia, Ryan felt himself swept up in Rebellion fever, and joined the rag tag group of soldiers and smugglers. Of course his natural abilities drew him to become a pilot, where he quickly cut his teeth in several space battles, most notably, his assistance in the Defense of Bespin, which led him to be promoted to Second Lieutenant.

Even after all that he’s been through, all the struggles he’s overcome, it doesn’t matter if he’s partying with friends at the cantina, spending time with his best friend Havoc, or helping the Alliance save the galaxy, you will always, ALWAYS, find Ryan Bennett with a smile on his face.

RP Sample:

“I assure you Senator, our purpose on your planet is a peaceful one. We want to ensure your people’s safety as much as you do.” The Silver-tongued Soldier was at it again. The Alliance wanted to send troops to Chandrilia to ensure the planet’s loyalty and to make sure there were no Confederation troops stationed there.

“And I assure you, Representative Bennett, there are no Confederate troops on my planet. We have been, and still remain loyal to the Alliance throughout this war. Any troops stationed on my planet would be viewed as an act of aggression, and we would be forced to change our neutrality status.”

“Senator, Senator, you’re getting worked up over nothing. We’re not stationing anybody anywhere. Just….checking in for a while, then leaving.” Ryan swaggered across the meeting room, the familiar glass of Alderaanian Brandy hung loosely from the first two fingers. He was dressed in the usual jacket-vest-turtleneck combination he had become known for. Combined with the devilish smile, he had a deadly combination.

He had wined and dined with the good Senator for several weeks now, and this is where their courtship came to a head.

“If we can’t check in on you every now and then, if the Confederation ever decides to attack your planet, we can’t guarantee that we would be able to stop them.” Now he was playing hardball.

“Wha… We had a deal! This is extortion! If you expect us…”

“Senator!” A little louder this time. “Senator, we don’t expect anything. We want to make sure that your planet is safe… safe with the Alliance.”

“Safe? I hardly call soldier marching through our streets, knocking down our doors safe!” The Senator had not moved from the center of the room during the discussion. He simply stood there, occasionally waving his fists in frustration. Ryan took a long sip of his brandy and sat at a large leather chair behind a desk.

“Listen Senator. We won’t be knocking in any doors. We won’t even wear armor or uniforms or carry any weapons. We’ll simply disguise our troops so they can get a good look around and then they’ll leave. You won’t even know that they’re around. Hmph, for all you know, they could be walking around your streets as we speak, and for that matter, they could’ve been there and left by now.” The smile. All the Senator could do was stand and furrow his eyebrows and scowl angrily.

“Fine! But so help me, if I see one blaster or catch wind that even one of my citizens has a complaint, it’ll be your head Bennett, and we’ll be forced to see the Confederacy’s terms in a new light.”

“I didn’t want it any other way, Senator.” With that, Ryan stood up, glided to the door, threw one last smile over his shoulder, and walked out, leaving the Senator to fume and break what he wished.

This post has been edited by Ryan Bennett on Apr 22 2012, 04:58 AM

Hello and welcome to Sithspawn.

First off, you signature image is a tad bit too large. I would ask that you decrease the size so that it does not stretch the board nor make your signature slot too obnoxious. The standard is varied, but I ask that you not exceed 500 pixels in width and keep it around 150 pixels in height.

As for your skills, I ask that you detail them out, explain what exactly makes him 'great' in hand-to-hand, and what exactly 'natural combat and survival instincts' pertains. Flesh them out, divide them into different skillsets, as combat and survival are in no way the same thing. Explain to us, precisely, the level of his knowledge and expertise in his chosen skills. Additionally, I do realise the drinking skill may well be a jape, but I ask that you do not indulge in jokes in your skillsets, as they are to be used in evaluating your performance in Did I's. If it is not a joke, please remove it, as drinking is not a skill, it is a vice.

You will have to pick a specific armour type for your "durasteel suit" in your items list. Wookieepedia is a good source for Star Wars technology, but keep in mind not everything will be accepted on Sithspawn.

You describe him as a spy in his class, and go on to mention how he enjoys going on diplomatic espionage missions... yet he's a pilot? If you wish intelligence missions to be the norm for him, he would be an Intelligence Operative, not a fighter pilot. The Intelligence Department uses the same ranks as the Alliance army, so you would not need to change his rank.

While I realise that this was a lie on his mother's part, it does not match up with events happening right then. There was a war on during the early years of his childhood, the Confederation of Dolomar versus the Galactic Republic. Later on, there was the Confederation of Dolomar and a Corellia crushed beneath their heel. It seems a very transparent lie. A more appropriate lie would either be that his father went to fight for the Republic/Confederation depending on the mother's sympathies.

His joining the Alliance lacks some details. As a very secretive group, they are not easy to contact and even harder to join. You present it as rather laissez-faire, which is a false representation of the Alliance. He would have to work to gain their goodwill, make contact with some criminals, do a few runs for the Alliance, indicate that he is eager to join, his reasons for joining. This goes particularly for people deciding to join the Alliance on Corellia, it being the jewel in their crown. Show us the effort Ryan had to go through to join the rebellion.

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