| Davon_Vanden | Date: Thursday, 11 April 13, 2:32 PM | Message # 1 |
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"I hate to brag, but.. oh, who'm I kiddin'? I love to brag." 
Name:. Vanden, Davon Lawrence.
—Monikers/Alias(s):. "Red", "Dav".
Age:. 24.
—Birth-Date:. 48 BBY.
Birthplace:. Moenia, Naboo. Chommell Sector.
—Parents:. Artemis Vanden, Moira Vanden.
Occupation:. Smuggler.
—Affiliation:. The SSV Aphelion.
Height:. 1.82 meters.
Weight:. 66.77 kilograms.
—Build:. Athletic.
Hair Color:. Chestnut.
Skin Color:. Tanned.
Eye Color:. Hazel.
Distinguishing Traits:. Broken southern Naboo accent with hints of Coruscanti. Speaks rather quickly, often utilizing contractions and speech patterns atypical of your standard spacer. Eloquent enough to outwit your run-of-the-mill criminal, his appearance is meticulous and detailed. Well-groomed, hair well-styled and his clothing pristine.
Weaponry:. DE-10 Blaster Pistol, Vibroknife.
Attire:. Various shirts/pants and a pair of polished black boots. Surprisingly, despite his attention to hygiene and appearance, he's never seen without his blazer. It's black, somewhat worn and faded in areas, though stitched into the lining it says: "For Davon. Love, Mum."
Ship:. The SSV Aphelion
Psychological:. Davon's nonsensical and apathetic behavior often grates on the nerves of others; the unfortunate byproduct of his self-perceived need to conceal his past from those around him. In truth, while he prefers to let others lead and often appears ignorant on a number of subjects; Davon possesses a deep-seated intelligence and wit that bubbles to the surface in only the most extreme of circumstances. More often than not; Dav prefers to be known as a womanizing, chain-smoking alcoholic narcissist. He is incredibly vain, as evidenced by his meticulous attention to detail regarding his appearance. He prides himself on his looks, his charm and his fashion sense; and any blows to that would disrupt what is most certainly a fragile ego. He loves women and leaves them, preferring to keep lovers at arm's length if only as a defense mechanism. He's dealt with varying degrees of loss throughout his life; treating romantic liaisons as casual in nature helps him to deal with that. Beneath the surface lies a young man that struggles to prove himself in the eyes of his 'father'. His intelligence is noteworthy, but his inability to apply himself or take any sort of career risks has hampered his ability to mature. Still, at his core he is a decent man; he espouses free will and preaches against social controllers such as government or religion. He rejects the conventions of galactic society, living by a strict moral code that he, and only he, defines.
History:. Born into a time of political strife on an otherwise quiet world, Davon Vanden's formative years were spent in the company of various housemaids, all of whom raised him in the absence of his ambitious father and sickly mother. This isn't to say that Artemis had no hand in raising the boy; from an early age the Vanden patriarch groomed him for a life spent in civil service. Davon received the finest education his father's money could buy, and within years his potential began to shine through. Top marks in history, political science and mathematics could only go so far, however, more often than not Vanden found his rebellious streak and his dry wit earning more contempt from his professors than praise. It wasn't long until he was completely detached from his studies entirely, spending what time he had taking care of his worsening mother and dreaming of a life out among the stars; something that worried his father to no end.
As Moira's condition worsened, so did Davon's school career, to the point where he failed out of law school at age 19. Disheartened, Artemis sought to bring his son under his wing, hoping to mold him into a politician; a plan that ultimately backfired in the worst way. It was shortly after Davon's 20th birthday that Moira died, finally succumbing to her disease and leaving a rift between father and son. Davon withdrew from the public eye, spending his days studying star charts and sneaking out to sample the Theed night-life. Tensions began to boil over in the Vanden household, fights became a common occurrence, and soon things came to a head at Moira's funeral a few weeks later, father and son exploding on each other in front of half the planet's elite.
Days later, and Davon's bags were packed; without so much as a nod in his father's direction he'd paid for passage off world and never looked back. It hadn't been the best idea, in retrospect, as he'd spent years afterwards taking whatever odd-jobs he could just to make ends meet. Still, he couldn't help but feel as if he was meant for something more, be it good or bad, he'd make something of himself. And so, his dreams were eventually crushed as he found himself on Tatooine, cheating a greasy Rodian in a sabaac game. Despite his self-honed knowledge of the game, he eventually found himself in a five-thousand credit hole and staring down the barrel of a blaster.
Thankfully, this was the very same moment that fate chose to offer him a reprieve. It just so happens that a spacer was passing through the cantina and stepped in to rescue the young drifter. That man, Aaron Rawls, took a shine to the boy and brought him back to his ship: a charmingly ancient and patchwork ship named the Aphelion. Davon's skill as both a navigator and mechanic, coupled with his upbeat personality, led Rawls to take pity on the boy and offer him a job. Rawls had recently lost his first mate and co-pilot, Percy Windsor, and was looking to replace. Davon was looking for a roof over his head, and his technical expertise more than made up for his mouth and secured him a spot aboard the freighter.
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"You'll never love a woman the way I love this ship."
"I don't go for things that need constant maintenance, Cap'n. Which I guess kinda reinforces your point."
Davon Lawrence Vanden
"For what avail the plough or sail, or land or life, if freedom fail?" ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
Message edited by Davon_Vanden - Saturday, 20 April 13, 8:47 PM |
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