A fair-skinned human with a slim yet muscular build, Vornskr Seven hits ticks all the boxes of what galactic society considers to be attractive, with short black hair, neatly trimmed and blue-grey eyes. He has a short, thin scar on his right cheek.
Vornskr Seven's quick classy demeanour, handsome features and quick wit tend to make him the subject of significant sexual attraction, and his flirtatious behaviour in the presence of a pretty woman only adds to that. When given the choice of finishing his mission or going to bed with the hot girl he just met, Vornskr Seven will pick both. Consequences be damned. This is a weak spot often exploited, and while he may come across as attractive and classy to new people, those that know him see Vornskr Seven as little more than a sleazy womaniser.
Vornskr Seven is a title rather than a name: a codename given to the seventh 'Vorsnkr Agent' of the Vornskr Battalion. To maintain cover, Vornskr Seven goes by many different names and is comfortable playing a variety of characters and roles. This impacts his ability to maintain long-term or deep social connections, forced to manipulate everyone he meets outside of the Vornskr Battalion as soon as he needs to give a name.
A secret agent, Vornskr Seven relies on his charm and good looks to get to wherever he needs to be. Less about sneaking through the shadows in dark clothes, Vornskr Seven is more likely to be seen at the bar in a tuxedo, surrounded by enemies, sipping a martini with a concealed blaster ready for action. This risky approach, should it ever go wrong, has the potential to leave him vastly outnumbered, outgunned, with no time to call for support.
Orson Trent would much rather be behind a hand of good sabacc cards or a rare vintage of aged liquor than with his blasters or ship. More often than not, he will spend nights at high-end establishments gambling, drinking and "socializing". Orson Trent can survive without the finer things, but he sure would rather not. This preference follows him onto the job, so it is not uncommon for Orson Trent to insult a client or potential partner by commenting on their choice of beverage or recreation.
Orson Trent is no stranger to getting wound up in high-speed chases on his Flare-S Swoop Bike. Both as the chaser and the chasee, Orson regularly employs spectacular jumps and stunts to evade capture or close the distance, or just to show off. He has become comfortable firing a blaster pistol while driving at high speed, although the accuracy of both his driving and his shooting are massively reduced, especially if the target is behind him. Regularly ignoring all rules of responsible driving, a terrible accident could be, quite literally, right around the next corner.
Orson Trent will never go into any situation head-on. Whether it be combat or just strolling down the street, he will stick to the shadows or cloak themselves in the Force. The less they are seen the better. If they cannot sneak up on someone, then Orson Trent will not bother confronting them.
Master (+5) |
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Adept (+4) |
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Proficient (+3) | |
Trained (+2) | |
Learned (+1) | |
Mediocre (+0) |
Master (+5) |
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Adept (+4) |
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Disciple (+3) |
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Studied (+2) | |
Initiate (+1) |
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Primary Martial Art | Sliding Hands |
Secondary Martial Art | None |
Primary Weapon Specialization | None |
Primary Lightsaber Form | None |