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ComNet Rank: ComNet Initiate
Avatar: Gimp
Division(s): VE - Stormtrooper Corps
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Birthday: July 6
Date Joined: November 17, 2007
Last Active: August 27, 2008 at 7:57:36 PM
Number of Posts: 144
ID Line: TRP/PFC Gimp/2ndSQD/2PLT/1CMP/1REG/1BAT/Tadath/VEA
Biography:
Home planet: Balmorra
Callsign: Gimp
Hair color: Black (cut low)
Eye color: Brown
Skin color: Light brown
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 185lbs
Age: 27
Sex: Male
Clothing: Gimp can usually be seen wearing large shirts with shorts, both to make himself appear smaller and to make his low-tech synthetic left foot more apparent.
Physical Build: Athletic, Light Muscular

Skills/Talents: Deception, Breaking and Entry, Parkour, Surveillance and Reconnaissance, Close Quarters Combat

Childhood: Gimp (birthname unknown) was only four years old when his mother, a prostitute, was murdered. After two days of waiting for her return, young Gimp was forced out of the sleazy hotel they had been staying at and onto the street. The next few weeks would see Gimp begging for change, rummaging for scraps and hiding from the local authorities (a skill he learned from his mother). Eventually, the cold nights would lead the boy to an abandoned tenement in one of the poorest slums of the city. Free from the chill of night, young Gimp realized he was on his own. If he was to have anything, be anything or do anything, he would have to make it happen himself. Feeling extremely depressed whenever he would beg, yet still needing basic items to survive, Gimp resorted to thievery. He stole lights from a local store, pillows and blankets were taken from various neighbors, and his daily meals came at a five finger discount from the market.

As his confidence in his ability to take care of himself grew, so did his awareness of his situation. He began stealing the fashionable clothes of the day and playing up his youth and innocence to mask his criminal ways. On the rare occasion he found himself caught, he wasn't above playing dumb or crying to elude punishment. Being extremely intelligent, he learned quickly from any mistakes and near misses. Circumstances were forcing the boy to become a man, and he would respond swiftly.

Pivotal Moment: By the time Gimp (as he was not yet known) was 25, he had settled into a comfortable niche in life. His constant hanging off of ledges breaking into buildings, combined with more colorful reasoning, led to the name he had used for years: Dangler. He could steal virtually anything he wanted and thus lived rather comfortably. His friends had the hook up for the best smoke in the city, and, being a good looking young man with many nice possessions, he had as many female friends as he could handle. This masked the fact that he was actually quite a lonely person. Losing his mother while not having any other family meant he never really opened up to any of his friends. Dangler always felt alone.

This remained the case until he met Sharmella, his first true friend and love. Finally having someone he could trust and depend on emotionally, Dangler began to retool his life. He got an ironic job as a locksmith, and even started to get a formal education. When Sharmella eventually got pregnant, Dangler decided the slums were no place to raise a child and asked Sharmella to move with him to a better neighborhood and marry him. As they were apartment hunting in an upscale area, he noticed a man he had seen on the news quite a bit walking with a young lady who had to have been his daughter or mistress. He couldn't figure out who it was and so continued on to the apartment manager's office. After they left the office and were walking back to their personal transport, Dangler saw the couple again and realized the man was a general in the Imperial Army. "You don't see that everyday." Dangler thought to himself. Dangler, Sharmella, the General and his companion were all converging near a small sporty transport. At that moment, Dangler saw a rebel acquaintance named Mralak riding on the back of a speederbike coming toward them. He was holding a rocket launcher.

Every hair on his body stood on end as he tried to move his future bride out of the way, but he had already seen the smoke trail coming at them. The exploding transport sent all four victims flying. As Dangler faded in and out of consciousness, he noted Sharmella's body burning. He also wondered "If half of my leg is missing, why is there so little blood?"

When Gimp (as he would henceforth be known) awoke in the hospital, he already knew the grim news. He also already had a plan. The local government had supplied him, as they did with all poverty stricken cripples, with a free prosthetic leg. Not the life-like bio-mechanical synapse responsive surgically attached type that a Jedi might receive. Rather, a low-tech carbon fiber non-moving type that need to be removed nightly. This suited Gimp fine because it was highly noticeable. He could walk fine but any limp looked realistic on a man with one leg. When he got home he removed everything that wouldn't make him stronger. He converted his house into a training center/obstacle course. He purchased some climbing gear to augment his already considerable infiltration abilities. Finally, he used his black market contacts to procure a Shadowsuit and a DoomBringer scatter pistol. His plan was ready for action.

Never having used a shadowsuit before, it felt almost like he was cheating. Like his vengeance should be harder to attain. He got over that feeling as soon as he crawled through Mralak's window. The rebel slept uneasily in his bed, unable to hear Gimp, but as if he sensed a presence. Gimp watched him lay there for a moment, contemplating his first murder. He saw Sharmella lying there, slowly burning and in pain. He pulled out his hatchet and lightly smacked Mralak in the face. Mralak woke up startled. He saw a figure over him and sat up quickly. Gimp swung his left leg, the fake one, hard. What used to be his shin but now was steel and carbon fiber struck Mralak in she mouth with a sickening CRACK!

Holding his mouth while spitting out blood and teeth, Mralak whimpered "Dangler, is that you? D, I'm sorry man, I didn't know you were gonna be there!" He noticed the hatchet. "Oh hold up man, wait a minute." he plead "It was an accident D, please!" As he raised the hatchet over his head he said " My name is Gimp." He felt a calm as his blade sank into the rebel's skull, but it was hard to get out. He yanked, and jiggled it around a bit until it finally came free. He stuck him again and he could feel the blade sink farther than before. The hatchet came out very easily this time so he hit him again. And again. And again. He put away the hatchet and pulled out his D'skar dagger, witch he used to carve the rebel's throat off of his neck. He no longer saw Shar's burning corpse laying there, just a horribly mutilated rebel, and he was happy.

Gimp spent the next year hunting and maiming rebels. After a while he realized it was the only thing he looked forward to. Figuring that the empire would give him much more training and opportunity to kill important rebels, he decided to join the Imperial Army.

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