James Antilles
Basic Information
Character name: James Antilles
-- Aliases: Jimmy, Slinger, Jimmy Slinger
Homeworld: Corellia
Species: Human
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Faction: Fringe
-- Rank/position/title: Likes to call himself Captain, but has no crew so moot point
Personality and appearance
Appearance: (You may link an image or alternatively include a written description.)
Personality traits (Please include at least 2 strengths and 2 weaknesses for your character represented with a [+] for a strength and a [-] for a weakness.)
+Pilot- Was a Starfighter pilot during the war.
+Veteran- Was a grunt after he got bumped down from the starfighter corpse. Been in more than a few tight spots.
+Mechanic- Jim has been working on ships since before he could remember, fixing ships is when he is most relaxed and is a favourite past time.
-Non-force user- Jim knows his limits, a few battle droids no problem but knows he probably doesn’t have a chance with any trained force users.
-Not a hero-Discretion is the better part of valor. Jimmy is a survivor, and will run from a fight if necessary. He stays a way from causes and crusades.
- Trauma- Although he covers it with a wry grin or smile, every so often people note a haunted look in his eye. Sometimes he still flinches at certain sounds, falls into deep depression with deep drinking, even the occasional panic attack.
Most people know Jim, Jimmy, Slinger, Jimmy Slinger as an affable, funny, likeable even charming young man. It’s a front he prefers, a façade for the man at heart. Jim has seen the worst of the Galaxy, he joined up to search for adventure, to get off his planet and his dead end job at the scrap yard. That zeal for life is what he tries to cling on to, but a part of him is sinicle and broken. The major governments, factionise and war with themselves and each other and the little guy gets crushed in between. Jim has had enough of them. He lives for himself, maybe tries to help out the little guy from time to time.
The Force
Force Sensitive: No
Lightsaber form: N/A
Force Powers: N/A
History:Born on Corellia, he had a fairly normal childhood, his family wasn’t rich, but they weren’t dirt poor either, his father was a factory forman at a ship yard. The earliest memories he had were watching ships being either built on the factory line, his dream was to fly one of those ships, explore the galaxy maybe even seek a little fame and fortune. Those naïve idealistic childhood dreams. A part of him still believes.
The rest of him grew more and more sinicle, his life being babysit by his father at work, turned into a job for him. At first he loved it, working on ships was the next best thing to flying them. Years and years of hard work on the factory line started to change that. Then his dad got sick. The Banking Clan, Trade Federation, Techno Union. All refused to pay for his medical insurance. The working man was always neglected. James distrusted the corporations of the galaxy ever since.
His dreams of exploring the galaxy changed to taking care of his family. He started selling parts of the factory out the back door. At first he was careful taking things no one would miss. Then as he got the money and the life of the underworld he started getting greedy The wild parties, the camaraderie it was enticing to a young man. CorSec was close to arresting him, even locked up some of his friends. The ones who didn’t, well someones bosses bosses, blamed him. His choice being either CorSec Prison or Death.
James hitched a ride off planet, leaving his family behind with the little he had saved, he hasn’t seen them to this day. Jimmy worked as a mechanic, moving from crew to crew. Even became a half decent pilot. At the time, the Republic while not cohesive was more organised and the Crime Syndicates were less distracted. While not most wanted, he was middle wanted and lived in fear of being caught by either powerful faction. It was in this life he learned of the amount of people outside those factions just trying to live, without interference or neglect. James became good with a pistol, even took out some low level bounty hunters who caught his trail.
The Clone Wars changed things. At the outbreak of the War. Both sides offered pardons or amnesty for those who signed up. While James had no love for the Republic, the Confederacy were made of the corporations who had ruined his dad, and by his extension his life.
Jame joined the New Republic Starfighter Corp. At first only clones were pilots, and Jim was a deck monkey. A few months into the war, cricumstances happened that put him in the pilot seats. Serving on a Venatore class, they were ambushed by Seperatists. Heat of the moment James jumped into a pilot seat. Flew well enough that the other troops respected him. Still he was almost court martialled by The Captain until a Jedi gave him a pass. Jedi said it was ‘The Will of the Force’. Still the Captain wasn’t happy with him and did his best to make Jim’s life hell.
About a year and a half into the war, Jim’s squadron was sent on a suicide attack run, about half his squadron was decimated. Jim got drunk that night, really drunk. The Captain called him out for it. Drunk on duty, drunk in uniform. It was the wrong day for Jim to put up with it. He ended up slugging the Captain. Broke his nose.
At his court martial Jim was unrepented said the Koochu deserved it. Jim was bumped to army grunt. His former Captain putting him in a forward front line platoon hoping to get him killed. Came close a couple of times. The more he fought the more he wondered what they were fighting for. When Palpatines Arrest happened, any faith in the Republic James had left was evaporated. When the senate voted to continue the wall, Jim felt like the war would never end.
He went AWOL, worked in yet another scrap yard before he stole a ship. Jim figures just about every faction has a reason to kill him that the best policy is to stay on the move, moving from place to place. Jims knowledge of Republic fleet helped him smuggle through their lines, before he learnt from others how to get past the other factions lines as well.
Every so often he does a good will run, dropping medical supplies to stranded refugee camps. Mostly though he just wants to live his life on his terms.
Possessions
Possessions: TWO DC17 blasters.
Datapad
Personal ship: Silver Sparrow-Hornet Class Courier
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