Physical Appearance

Homeworld: Onderon
Age: 22
Species: Human
Native Language: Basic
Gender: Male
Skin Color: Very light
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 196 lbs
Hair Color: Auburn
Facial Hair: Goatee
Eye Color: Amber
Scars: A blaster burn across the chest and a slashing scar across the right forearm
Tattoos: The Mandalorian symbol on the right shoulder

Physical Description

Seth is a rather well built human specimen. Towering at 6'2" and weighing almost 200 lbs he isn't the type to easily be pushed around. Most of that weight lies in his muscles, which he has developed through countless hours of trainings. The few fights he managed to get himself into likely also helped with that development, if only in some smaller measure at any rate. Speaking of fights he's been in - some provided him with a few mementos in the form of a blaster burn across his chest area and a slashing scar on his right forearm. Both could have been removed to again provide Seth with an apparently perfect body but the human chose against such a course of action. Since they were neither threatening his health nor his prowess Seth decided to keep them in order to never forget the cost of certain decisions. Besides, scars tended to be admired by both males and especially females... not to say this actually happened to be a large enough part of the reason for keeping them.

Back to describing the Onderonian however. Seth's light skinned, meaning he tends to be slightly more sensitive to direct sunlight than most other members of his species. This also means that even if he wouldn't be trying to protect himself against strong light sources he'd still not really be able to get a good tan. Then again why would a future pilot need a nice tan anyway, right? Ah yes, perhaps now it would also be a good idea to explain how he got his nickname - Golden Boy. The answer well is really quite simple. It was mostly because of his auburn hair and amber eyes, both appearing golden-like under the right lighting conditions. Speaking of his hair and eyes, Seth's got a short spiky haircut and a set of eyes that often received compliments from members of the opposite sex. His nose is fairly average on the outside but weird thing about it is that no matter how many punches were received in that area Seth never ended up suffering a nasal fracture. The Onderonian's mouth is also rather average for the most part - middle sized rugged and sensual lips hiding beneath them a perfect set of white teeth. For what it's worth Seth never had a cavity for as long as he can remember...

The above is how Seth Qorbin looks like. But is knowing that enough to say identify him in a large crowd? Maybe, maybe not. To make such a task easier however one would merely have to get some more information regarding his preferred types of clothing as well as other accessories for instance. Well if we're talking off duty then Seth's usually seen wearing a pair of black jeans, a comfortable shirt and if needed a leather jacket almost always worn unzipped. If we're talking about his choice of clothing whilst on the job on the other hand... well come to think of it there really isn't a matter of choice, is there now? No, whilst performing his duties as an Imperial pilot he just wears a padded flight suit with a thinsuit underneath it. Depending on the chances of him getting into trouble a few weapons are also carried along. A pair of heavy blasters are strapped to his thighs and a neuronic whip is used as a belt whilst a vibroblade is kept attached to the right ankle. Whether all or for that matter any of the weapons listed are carried along again depends on the likely chances of there being any trouble. Trouble... when is an Imperialist not either facing trouble or creating it though?

Character’s Background



Onderon - a world ever in conflict both thousands of years ago and now as well. A world divided by political ideology, by status and by credits. Royalists fighting imperialists for the right to lead, citizens suppressing the beast riders whilst the latter sabotage the former in retaliation, the rich and powerful residing close to the Palace whilst the less fortunate had to make ends meet in the Commoner Quarter... or worse. A rather pitiful world indeed, and yet even on such worlds the cycle of life continues as if to spite everything else. Yes, even now a newborn human boy is opening his eyes for the very first time in one of Iziz's many clinics. His birth alas wasn't really impressing anyone present. It was not impressing the bored elderly doctor, it was not impressing the assisting droid and it wasn't even impressing the woman giving him life. No, Kyra had already given birth to two other healthy children and as such the third hardly posed any further intrigue and mystique. She might have been happy with the new addition to her family if only her mind wasn't struggling to figure out how they would all manage to survive now.

Kyra was a 28 year old woman who worked as an assistant for one of the shops in the Merchant Quarter. Her husband Akil was some clerk serving in the Onderon Navy. Their eldest child Silus was now 5 and their daughter Tali was 3. The newborn was to be called Seth, as was decided beforehand should he turn out to be a boy. Together, everyone would have to live in a shabby apartment located in the Commoner Quarter. The kids were of course too young to care about such things yet the adults did not like this one bit. Akil blamed part of this planet wide situation on the ones ruling them - the Kira royal family. He was as such one of the many imperialists wishing for a change... wishing for hope.



The first seven years of Seth's childhood were pretty boring and not really worth mentioning. He did what most normal kids usually do - play, learn to read and write and more importantly learn some things about his surroundings. Things like how his father appeared not to like the pretty and elegant Queen he would at times see in holovids or how the world outside the small apartment wasn't always safe given the random fights occurring in the streets every now and then. Those fights though hardly stopped a young Seth from sneaking out and exploring. He was the curious sort - wanting to see and experience as much as possible.

During such explorations Seth somehow managed to stumble upon a group of other local kids, a group that he ended up befriending shortly after. The youngest Qorbin member ended up spending quite a bit of time hanging out with his new friends which helped him better understand the world around him and his position in it. He felt tiny and insignificant and at the same time he wanted more for himself - an opinion that one of the other kids also appeared to be sharing as well. Rosh was a year older and was really a great kid. A great kid whose father just happened to be a beast rider - reason enough it seemed for others to look at him funny and whisper in his presence. Being a kid himself though Seth couldn't care less about his pal's genealogy though. He couldn't care less about the whole discrimination issue either for in his own books that was ancient history by now. Why hang on to the past rather than survive the present whilst bracing for the future - it was something that at the time Seth could not answer.



"Don't worry about it, you're our good luck charm you know? The day something is to happen to our Golden Boy here is the day the universe implodes..."

The other kids laughed and nodded whilst looking back at Seth wanting to see whether the teen would still try and say anything else. He of course couldn't. In all the past six years since he had known Rosh he couldn't recall a single time when he was able to out-talk his friend. Shaking his head in defeat Seth smiled at his buddy as he began admitting his newest defeat:

"Why do i even bother? Although i find your confidence in this legend you created for myself most intriguing... and most disturbing at the same time, you should know that someday your luck or rather make that our luck will eventually run out. Still, if today is to be that day then know that i'll yet again stand by your side if only to tell you i told you so."

The others just smiled amongst themselves, already familiar with this kind of outcome. Sure the details always differed but the end result however was pretty much always the same. Even Seth was slowly getting used to being proven wrong time and again. His slightly bruised ego aside, the teen was always happy whenever things did after all happen to work out the way Rosh hoped they would. This after all meant that they would get paid for their services and on Iziz every credit mattered. How were a bunch of brats making money one might ask? The answer should be obvious - the only way they could. They would watch certain establishments and note who would go in and out or they would tail some fellow for a few days and report the findings or pick up some package and deliver it to a destination or other similar activities... The payment for these services came from one of the local crime lords. At least the Onderonian in question was proclaiming himself a crime lord, though his venues were pretty much restricted to smuggling and trafficking for the most part.



Truth be told if any of them had the brains then they would've stopped what they were doing whilst they still could but alas the sweet taste of success was simply intoxicating. In just three short years their little gang became quite good at what they were originally doing. They steadily expanded and ended up trying more and more things which wouldn't have been a bad thing had those things not also been more and more dangerous as well. Still, Rosh proved himself a good enough leader - one capable of not only understanding how the Onderonian thugs were thinking but also capable of negotiating with them in order to get even better deals. Seth was usually by his friend's side, ensuring he wouldn't become too blinded by arrogance and also ensuring he would be safe during such meetings. Blasters could easily enough be procured by means of scavenging the corpses of those not surviving certain encounters and the teen made sure to get one such weapon. It was a crappy old thing not at all reliable, yet it was the weapon with which he taught himself how to shoot. It only felt like a logical course of action considering his chosen lifestyle wasn't likely going to allow him to die of old age and as such some means of protection would be useful to carry around.

The teenager's family wasn't really a concern either. His father was almost always working, hardly ever being around to notice what was happening with his family. Kyra was still around, yet she wasn't strong enough to keep her kids from doing whatever they pleased. Silus decided to use some of his dad's connections and enroll with the Onderon Navy hoping he'd someday soon become a pilot protecting his homeworld from both enemies outside and within. Tali as well proved to be a somewhat troublesome kid though for different reasons altogether. The girl apparently fell in love with some young officer and decided to marry him. Akil never approved of their union for the officer happened to be a convinced royalist, one not scared of making that position perfectly known to all around them. Perhaps Seth's entourage and lifestyle weren't quite as surprising considering the messed up family he turned out to be a part of. It wasn't just him however. No, most of the kids in their little gang shared similar stories, all rather tragic from a social point of view.



By the age of eighteen Seth had accumulated enough knowledge and experience to survive in the streets of Iziz, a city that was growing more and more dangerous with each passing day. Everyone could tell that it was only a matter of time before the whole city, no make that the whole planet would explode into a new civil war. Not everyone chose to prepare for the inevitable in the same manner however. The military for instance chose to train harder, secure more provisions and station more troops throughout the city. The civilians chose to merely stand back and watch, hoping they would not get directly involved in the coming mess. The underworld chose not to let this opportunity pass by. The demand for smuggled goods was getting larger and larger each day but this in turn caused the local smugglers to become envious of one another. Those that were too weak to defend themselves easily succumbed to those that weren't, leaving the latter category to try and sabotage each other all in the name of greed.

Seth and his gang were one such cell employed to attack a rival's shipment and thus making the target lose some respect and hopefully some clients in the process. The deal appeared simple enough and quite profitable as well. Needless to say Rosh accepted despite the usual warnings voiced by his top lieutenant. Like so many times before Seth merely shrugged it off and agreed to go through with his friend's plan. A decent plan for that matter, one involving ambushing the shipment from two sides at the most vulnerable spot on its route. Everyone prepared themselves, reached the target area and awaited for the transport to reach them. When it finally did two members blocked the road with a couple of swoop bikes. whilst everyone else approached the vehicle with blasters already drawn. What came next was something that nobody could have suspected beforehand however. As a few of the guys approached the back of the transport all hell got loose. Two blaster shots, a scream, a few moments of silence that appeared eternal followed by three armored individuals jumping from the vehicle and starting shooting some more.

Unlike their own group the hired mercenaries actually had some proper battle experience and were also better shots as well. Not to mention that most of the guys hanging out with Rosh, Seth included, had never killed before. What followed next couldn't really be described as a fight but more as an extermination. Two more members were gunned down before Seth finally snapped out of his surprised state and yelled a single word - "Shoot!". That apparently was enough to make everyone else begin using the weapons they still gripped. The exchange lasted for less than half a minute though for Seth and everyone else every single second felt like forever. When it was finally over all three mercs were down, along with three other casualties and two wounded from their own side. Seth at least had the satisfaction of knowing that he managed to wound one merc whilst also getting the killshot on another. He was approaching Rosh to ask about what the hell just happened and what they were to do next when the vehicle's driver hopped out and pointed a blaster at the young leader. Seth never hesitated for a moment as his body seemed to move on its own, stopping between his friend and the blaster pointed his way. A flash of red light, warmth, the sound of more blasters being fired and finally the impact with the ground. That is what Seth still recalls experiencing right before seeing Rosh's face worriedly staring down on him and slowly fading into darkness...

"Hey Rosh i think he's coming through."

The voice was familiar. It belonged to one of the younger members of their small group. Their even smaller group now Seth realized after remembering what happened before the darkness took him. Lazily opening his eyes the teen looked around and knew he was likely in one of Onderon's free clinics. There were a few of his friends around and he could see Rosh elbowing his way to get closer. Weakly Seth motioned for his best friend to get in closer before whispering something in his ear. The other teenager burst out laughing as he took a step back and smiled sadly. When asked by the others what was said Rosh spoke in a slightly trembling voice:

"I told you so. He said i told you so..."

It would be another couple of days before Rosh would return and explain the situation to his still recovering lieutenant. Apparently the guy they were supposed to rip off intentionally leaked information about five shipments taking place at the same time. Their own employer sent men to take care of each of those shipments but that proved to be a fatal mistake for it was exactly what his opposition waited for. The attack that took place at the now lightly guarded headquarters was bloody but successful nevertheless. The self proclaimed crime lord that had been their main source of income was no more. About half their gang was no more either - lost either in that botched ambush or lost in the aftermath as the weaker individuals realized that a life of adventure wasn't their thing after all. The lifestyle Seth knew was slowly beginning to change...



Seth's recovery was fairly fast and the teen was up and running in no time. What came next was the truly hard part though. Rosh had the option of either trying to find work with some other hotshot in the Onderonian underworld or try something different instead - try to slowly become a hotshot himself. Seth's counsel was requested and the teen thought about it for quite a bit before finally approving of the bold alternative. He knew full well that such an endeavor would be even more dangerous but at the same time he also knew that if anyone could pull it off his charismatic and intelligent friend could. And if not... well it wouldn't really matter anyway at the rate things were going around them.

The next couple of months were spent slowly gathering more members, gaining more contacts and putting down the foundation of a small smuggling operation. Everyone tried to keep things at a small enough scale so as to ensure some profit was made - big enough for their needs but at the same time small enough for others to really become envious over. It worked since the other smugglers were either involved in small operations themselves or were otherwise involved in an almost full scale war between each other's larger groups. Things were working more or less fine until the inevitable finally occurred and Onderon found itself dealing with yet another civil war. Chaos enveloped Iziz as well as all of Onderon, and as the military factions fought against each other the smugglers and opportunists thrived. It was great for anyone not minding the danger and wanting to live on the edge. Seth didn't really want to live that way but at the same time doing so no longer bothered him either.

Two more years were necessary for Rosh to finally complete preparations for his grandest scheme yet. A scheme that would end up having more serious implications than originally planned... The charismatic leader managed to in all that time create a phantom client - one apparently always in demand for supplies. He made sure this client he had created would end up working with all major Onderonian smugglers, thus making sure they would all further trust him to be the real deal. The shipments got from the other smugglers were then re-sold on other planets and even though this meant a steady loss for Seth and the others, the promised end result was enough to keep them all in line. Finally the time came when everything was set and under the guise of a huge business deal, Rosh managed to trick every major smuggler in the system to take part in the deal. This was however merely step one of the complex operation. Step two was leaking information to the imperialists that the New Republic was coming to help the royalists and also leaking information to the royalists that the Remnant was coming to help out the imperialists. Coordinates were given to all parties involved and thus the following set of events was set into motion.

It was never clear which side managed to ambush the other first but from later accounts of the survivors involved apparently the imperialists came first and took up ambushing positions. Next came a wave of smuggler ships and whilst a small portion of the imperialists was fighting them, most of the royalist navy joined the fray. What came next was complete and utter chaos as reports state that every single ship present there was shooting at anything it did not recognize as an ally. Many ships were destroyed that day and many good pilots were lost. On the other hand this meant two things for Seth and his gang. One, the military presence above the Onderonian skies would weaken making smuggling operations safer and thus even more profitable and two, the other major smuggling bosses managed to either lose too many ships in that incident or managed to cripple themselves financially upon losing the large cargo that the original client was no longer around to buy anyway, meaning that the opposition was no longer as threatening as before. Rosh's plan proved an absolute stroke of genius.

That very same plan that would in the following months ensure Seth and his gang would finally become key figures in the Onderonian underworld also led to a major turn of events affecting everyone else as well however. Hearing that republican forces may join the royalists and fearing that would make the latter too powerful, imperialists launched a renewed attack. They were determined to succeed and thus weren't overly concerned with possible civilian casualties. If they would finally manage to take the palace then they would merely call those who lost their lives martyrs having sacrificed themselves in the name of democracy. This was apparently enough to make the imperialists fight like there was no tomorrow. They continuously pushed the royalist lines further and further back until their aerial superiority started taking hits. Losing that edge was enough to demoralize the ground troops, causing them to break formation and eventually pull back to the safety of the Commoner Quarter - the one sector in Iziz that even royalists would think twice before openly attacking.

This turn of events proved good for business as over time the imperialists would come to rely not only on their own official supply routes but on the smugglers help as well. They had to win and for that goal they were prepared to deal with anyone capable of helping them out in someway. Although the coming months would be most lucrative for Seth and the others, the teen would find out that the price payed for such ambitions was a tad steep - both his mother and brother lost their lives in that fight. Kyra happened to be caught in a crossfire whilst his brother managed to get shot down by some rookie that later rumors said wasn't even a full fledged pilot yet. The remaining members of his family followed soon enough. Tali was gunned down together with her husband by imperialist fanatics. The news neither surprised nor saddened Seth however. Knowing his brother-in-law's tendency to flaunt around his political orientation such an ending was to be expected really. As for Tali, she had chosen to both live and die with that man. It was her decision and Seth couldn't stop thinking that she probably died without regretting it- the kind of death that anyone should aspire to. The one that probably still held on to his regrets as he departed this world was Akil. Royalists overran his position and as the other imperialists realized they were likely going to lose they chose to initiate the self-destruct mechanism. Whether his old man died at the hands of the royalists or in the blast - that is something Seth will likely never know...



In less than a year Rosh found himself pretty much controlling the Onderonian smuggling as well as other somewhat questionable venues. With Seth having managed to remove or convert the competition and with half of the military not only turning a blind eye to their activities but in fact supporting them for their own benefit it was hardly surprising though. Onderon was more or less safe for the time being and that provided the gang with a new challenge - that of expanding their business venues to other systems as well. For starters three other systems were chosen, the one with the Mandalorian homeworld included. That was no doubt the most dangerous of them all and that was the one that Seth volunteered to go to. He no longer had anything else to keep him on Onderon and he knew Rosh would be safe in his absence. Besides he was getting somewhat bored of his usual job activities - negotiating, intimidating and every so often fighting small fry. Rosh was somewhat reluctant at first, not because he wasn't trusting his friend's motives or skills but precisely because in a way he came to depend upon that support. They'd been together for almost a dozen years and no matter what they faced they were always in it together. In the end though Seth managed to convince his pal that this was a good decision after all. It was one of the few debates that the teen actually managed to win in all those many years...

So it came to be that Seth found himself on board a shuttle heading for Mandalore. There he was to meet with Riyec Keithel, a Mandalorian that had seen his fair share of battles and that happened to also have contacts all over the system, including the palace, the local underworld and even the Death Watch. He was as such a most valuable individual to keep around, one that would end up playing a huge role in the teen's life. The first thing Seth would notice upon finally dealing with the Mandalorian would be the latter's hands-on approach to pretty much any problem. Rather than sitting back and ordering others around he would instead choose to do as many things as possible by himself. Since Seth was supposed to learn some trade secrets from him, the Onderonian found himself accompanying him pretty much anywhere. This proved a wise decision for during those times alone the two of them often spent their time discussing local and galactic politics, military strategies and even philosophy. The Mandalorian history and culture also happened to be one such subject of discussion and Seth found himself intrigued by the things he was learning from his newfound mentor.

"Loyalty. Honor. Might. Bravery. Wisdom. Stick to these five virtues and you can think yourself a tiny Mandalorian..."

It was a joke that Riyec made on a routine job, yet Seth found himself taking heed of it nevertheless. It sounded like as good a code as any other... except perhaps the honor part. Was honor supposed to be upheld all the time or could it be forgotten during wars and similar in order to increase say wisdom? Nothing like a deviously created plan to win a fight with as few casualties as possible, regardless of whether the circumstances happened to be honorable or not. This was a dilemma that Seth however decided to keep to himself, not really wanting to hear the answer from the older Mandalorian.

During the next two years Seth pretty much accomplished his goal - that of creating a somewhat safe and steady operation on Mandalore. He also happened to learn a great deal more from Riyec in that time, including the finer points of piloting a ship which was an ability that came in handy when facing pirates and dodging military types.

"You have some talent there but it's still raw and unyielding. It's good you rely on your instincts but a truly good pilot needs to have a bit more discipline as well. I've pretty much taught you enough to keep you alive in space but i can't teach you how to unleash your true potential. That kiddo you'll have to discover for yourself."

That simple comment was enough to make Seth consider an alternative he never previously thought of. His father tried luring him into the Onderon Navy a few times in the past but that never really appealed to the teenager. Too much wasted time on simple sims, lectures and drills and too little time actually honing one's abilities. The fact that smugglers and even regular cadets could take on full fledged Onderonian pilots was proof of this. There were however a couple of navies out there that were stronger than the rest. One was the New Republic's but their might came from carefully planned out attacks. The other was the Remnant's and their might came from actual skill and teamwork. The latter is what Seth decided to give a shot. Firstly he set everything in order on Mandalore and after bidding his farewell to Riyec, Seth returned to Onderon where Rosh and the guys were pretty much thriving thanks mainly to the smuggling business. This was in turn giving the allied imperialists some small advantages but overall the political situation on Onderon was still unchanged. Seth rested on his homeworld for a couple of weeks before he once again set out, this time to join one of the Remnant's factions - the Vast Empire.

Personality

Seth's not the easiest fellow to describe. To some people he might show some side of himself whilst to others he might show a completely different side. Which one is real? Which one is fake? The answer is both... and neither.

He is curious by nature. He was as a kid and he remains so as a young adult. It's not like he can't resist unraveling certain mysteries, but rather that he simply is the kind to prefer learning as much as possible in as many fields as possible, all in order to better help him survive and even thrive in this galaxy.

He is not afraid to try out new things, regardless of society's views on them. What matters to him are his own views of right and wrong, good and evil. He can follow the rules and laws just fine so long as he agrees with them but at the same time he does not hesitate bending or downright breaking them if so doing means he can further advance his own goals.

He is most loyal to those he considers friends. If he finds himself in a position to help them then he usually does so, at times even without being asked for beforehand. He also doesn't mind taking a blaster shot to the chest if that means someone important to him will remain safe because of it.

Amongst friends and acquaintances he tends to be an easygoing person, one that others can easily enjoy having a conversation with. On the other hand he can also be the exact opposite - silent and gloomy, hiding who knows what violent thoughts. Or perhaps just being silent, gloomy and bored out of his mind. With him one never knows for certain.

His childhood and everything he experienced thus far have turned Seth into a rather ruthless individual. He might end up regretting certain actions but at the same time he would never hesitate taking them in the first place should this mean that something good would happen because of them or otherwise that something worse would be avoided by taking them.

Both in firefights and in the cockpit of a starfighter Seth tends to appear calm and uncaring. This originally started out as a simple mask meant to taunt those he faced and impress those allied with him but over time it may have simply became something that even Seth himself ended up believing in.

So, DeepSix... enlighten me... are you siding with the Imperialists?

True that, DS.  I'm always waiting to see what kind of insane ideas my brain comes up with.  I'm pretty good at coming up with ideas in this area of knowledge (Star Wars the area of knowledge).  You should see how I like to merge several different universes together with one centralized idea (or, technically speaking, it surrounds a single species with three different names)

It surely beats the living crap out of mine... I had to develop it over time to get it to where it is now... and I still have to fix it... stupid inability to summarize...