FULL NAME: Vorthan Kurn
SPECIES: Human
NATIVE LANGUAGE: Basic
KNOWN LANGUAGE(S): Huttese
HAIR COLOR: Dark Brown
EYE COLOR: Brown
SKIN COLOR: Tan
HEIGHT: 6'3"
WEIGHT: 167 lbs
AGE: 27
PHYSICAL BUILD: Athletic/Muscular
HOMEWORLD: Corulag
FAMILY: Karst Kurn (Father; deceased)
Alhandra Kurn (Mother; deceased)
Valara Kurn (Sister)
Darick Kurn (Brother)
TALENTS/SKILLS
1) Greatly skilled in blind-fighting. That is, he has trained himself to land blows without physically seeing his foes. However, he must acknowledge their presence. He has incredible hand-eye coordination.
2) Moderate knowledge of military technologies and computers. Most notably, the production and manufacturing of blaster weapons.
BACKGROUND HISTORY
Vorthan Kurn looked turned his head and looked out from the space in-between the cargo crates. Three stormtroopers ran by. They stopped a few feet ahead and looked around.
"You see him?" the tallest one asked.
"Nah. Maybe he's back in the conveyor belts." one replied.
Vorthan sighed. He chuckled inside at the troopers blatant stupidity. They had ran by a large stack of cargo crates and didn't even bother to look inside. Vorthan smiled and turned around, expecting to see a clean getaway. To his shock, an Imperial Officer stood before him. The officer grinned at the seventeen-year old.
"Gentlemen...," he called to the troopers. "...I've found him."
The troopers turned their heads and nodded. They ran to their officer. At first sight of Vorthan, they had their guns aimed in-between his eyes.
"Uh, hi." Vorthan said nervously.
The officer looked coldly at him. "Get up, boy." he asserted.
Vorthan didn't move. He was too scared. He had guns pointed at his head.
"I said, get up, boy!" the officer repeated, louder and firmer.
Vorthan, although startled, rose. The officer grabbed him by the collar. He scowled and stared into the boy's eyes.
"Sneaking into a government dock is a very serious offense, boy," the officer said, "Do you have any idea how mad I am right now?"
Vorthan thought for a moment about answering defiantly, but the guns to his left and right changed his mind.
"Yes, sir. But..." he answered, "...it's just..."
The officer frowned and said, "Just what, boy?"
"Well, I want to become a stormtrooper and I thought if I snuck in, I could hide on a transport." Vorthan said.
"Sneak? But why not sign up at a recruitment office?" the officer questioned, in a calmer town.
"Well, my sister doesn't want me to get involved with the Empire," Vorthan answered, "She says that it's like suicide. I would do anything to enlist in the Imperial Army."
"I can see that." the officer replied, lowering Vorthan.
"Are you going to arrest me?" Vorthan inquired, hesitantly.
"Well, seeing as you broke the law with good intentions, the Empire can 'forget' what you did. Do you still wish to join us?" the officer said.
Vorthan picked up the black bag on the ground. He held it up, smiling. "I'm all packed."
"Good. These troopers will get you settled on a transport." the officer said, patting the boy on the shoulder.
"What about my sister?" Vorthan inquired.
"The Empire will inform her." the officer said, walking away.
The troopers lowered their guns and turned, walking towards a shuttle. Vorthan followed, throwing his bag across his shoulder and following. He had a big smile on his face. He was finally going to be a stormtrooper.
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Vorthan still remembers that day. The day he left Corulag not just a boy, but a boy of the Empire. His family had always been Loyalists to the Empire, even after the Battle of Endor. His father and mother, Karst and Alhandra Kurn, had served as an Imperial informant during the Galactic Civil War. They were killed during a raid on an Imperial cruiser. Because of that, Vorthan has always had a deep dislike of the Rebels, now the galactic governing authority.
Vorthan was left with his older sister Valara and his younger brother Darick. Valara, the most affected of all the children by their parents death, said that joining the Empire is "like suicide." She probably fears the same will happen to them if they join. Vorthan never liked this, seeing as he felt serving the Empire could lead him to "revenge" for his parents death.
Growing up on Corlulag was never easy. The Kurn children had to support themselves after their parents passing. Luckily, however, their father owned a small tech shop, manufacturing mostly personal blasters and various types of computers. Vorthan spent most of his childhood, up until he was seventeen, in that small shop. He taught himself all the fine points of blaster manufacturing, even to the point where he could've ran the shop himself. Valara unfortunately thought different. She sold the shop to an apartment developer who needed space for a new complex. Although Vorthan was heartbroken, the money paid to them was considerable and enabled them to live much better.
Vorthan and his little brother, Darick, are very close. They are just shy of two years apart, so they mostly grew up around each other. They shared the same friends, the same room, the same everything basically. They even share the same dream. Darick, too, wants to join the Empire and follow in the footsteps of his big brother. Valara, as usual is stepping in the way. She says that having one brother in the "suicidal" Empire is enough and she doesn't need another going to his death. Vorthan is hard at work trying to buy Darick passage off Corulag, though it isn't going exactly as he planned.
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"Don't touch the blaster."