RE: [Rage at the Eclipse] - The First Phase
12-16-2018, 04:57 AM
(This post was last modified: 12-17-2018, 01:38 AM by Demonsul.)
Name: Olion Wilnarr
Species: Human, apparently.
Description: A large man with a wrinkled, kind-looking face. He is silver-haired and heavily balding, and has a chevron mustache. Though he looks to be old, he is in fact younger than he looks, considering he has surprising strength and agility that you wouldn't expect from his appearance. His eyes are cloudy and prone to staring into the middle distance, and he's basically always smiling. Looking at him, if you are remotely familiar with humans, you would quickly get the impression he's a little unhinged.
Bio: Back in the day, there was a holovid series called Beasts of the Rim, wherein a handsome and youthful fellow called Olion Wilnarr went around the galaxy visiting dangerous planets with espeically dangerous wildlife and showing it off for the cameras. In some cases, he participated in recorded (and occasionally staged) hunts for particularly dangerous alien beasts and monsters that threatened rim colonies. Other times, he simply observed or explained various exciting beasties for the audience. It was a hit show which was well-recieved on many worlds. Over time, as Olion matured, he preferred to play the naturalist to the hunter, but the show's executives thought the ratings pointed in the opposite direction, more towards blood and action. Eventually, after years of playing the role of naturalist and fighting against the execs, Olion was forced into an early retirement. He was replaced with a different, more willing, hunter. The show continued going strong for several decades before eventually dying off, as for some reason the execs decided to stuff it with product placement.
After being forced out, Olion retired to the unexciting world of Frajkt. He had plenty of savings, but little to occupy his time, as he had been used to the busy life of travelling around between worlds to see (and occasionally shoot) their most exciting and dangerous wildlife. He was glad the shooting was behind him, but he missed the seeing. He kept on learning more about xenobiology and the varieties of plant and animal life out there amongst the stars, and kept himself in shape with training in case he could ever get his job back. But for all his overtures to his old bosses and to rival studios, it wasn't really on the cards. So he fell into despondency, then debauchery, then hard drugs. It took decades, but it was one hell of a slide.
Eventually, he came to something of a realization and managed to stabilize his life. Modern medicine was a powerful thing, and with the right help he was able to heal some of the damage the drugs had done to his body, restoring his abilities to their prime, if not his appearance. But his mind had been damaged by both the drugs and treatments, leaving him with a somewhat reduced grasp on reality. Sometimes he would forget himself and imagine that he was still presenting Beasts of the Rim, and occasionally he would momentarily imagine himself in completely nonsensical situations. But most of the time, he was just... off. Strange. Hard to spend time around. But he remained focused and optimistic. He was healing, slowly. The mechanite pills that were costing the last of his savings were helping his mind slowly repair itself. And yes, he'd fallen back into drink, but it was just alcohol. And yes, the psychological temptation of the drugs was still there. But if he kept himself from sliding any further, maybe one day they'd let him go back in front of a camera again.
Skills: Olion is a xeno-naturalist! He's an old, washed up holo-star, who originally got into the profession with a mix of muscle, grit and knowledge of the natural world. He knows how to handle his old gauss hunting rifle, though he regrets ever having to use it. He knows how to wrestle animals - and people - in order to get close and deliver a lecture on the big beast he has in a headlock. And he has a surprisingly sharp mind for academic knowledge and interesting facts on all kinds of animals and plants from this part of the galaxy. He also knows quite a lot about how to acquire hard drugs, but let's not get into that.
Equipment: Just his clothes - he still dresses like an old-fashioned wilderness adventurer, boots and all - and wallet, to pay for his drinks. He still owns his old gauss hunting rifle, but it's in the back of his car outside, and most of his other stuff is back at his house.
Species: Human, apparently.
Description: A large man with a wrinkled, kind-looking face. He is silver-haired and heavily balding, and has a chevron mustache. Though he looks to be old, he is in fact younger than he looks, considering he has surprising strength and agility that you wouldn't expect from his appearance. His eyes are cloudy and prone to staring into the middle distance, and he's basically always smiling. Looking at him, if you are remotely familiar with humans, you would quickly get the impression he's a little unhinged.
Bio: Back in the day, there was a holovid series called Beasts of the Rim, wherein a handsome and youthful fellow called Olion Wilnarr went around the galaxy visiting dangerous planets with espeically dangerous wildlife and showing it off for the cameras. In some cases, he participated in recorded (and occasionally staged) hunts for particularly dangerous alien beasts and monsters that threatened rim colonies. Other times, he simply observed or explained various exciting beasties for the audience. It was a hit show which was well-recieved on many worlds. Over time, as Olion matured, he preferred to play the naturalist to the hunter, but the show's executives thought the ratings pointed in the opposite direction, more towards blood and action. Eventually, after years of playing the role of naturalist and fighting against the execs, Olion was forced into an early retirement. He was replaced with a different, more willing, hunter. The show continued going strong for several decades before eventually dying off, as for some reason the execs decided to stuff it with product placement.
After being forced out, Olion retired to the unexciting world of Frajkt. He had plenty of savings, but little to occupy his time, as he had been used to the busy life of travelling around between worlds to see (and occasionally shoot) their most exciting and dangerous wildlife. He was glad the shooting was behind him, but he missed the seeing. He kept on learning more about xenobiology and the varieties of plant and animal life out there amongst the stars, and kept himself in shape with training in case he could ever get his job back. But for all his overtures to his old bosses and to rival studios, it wasn't really on the cards. So he fell into despondency, then debauchery, then hard drugs. It took decades, but it was one hell of a slide.
Eventually, he came to something of a realization and managed to stabilize his life. Modern medicine was a powerful thing, and with the right help he was able to heal some of the damage the drugs had done to his body, restoring his abilities to their prime, if not his appearance. But his mind had been damaged by both the drugs and treatments, leaving him with a somewhat reduced grasp on reality. Sometimes he would forget himself and imagine that he was still presenting Beasts of the Rim, and occasionally he would momentarily imagine himself in completely nonsensical situations. But most of the time, he was just... off. Strange. Hard to spend time around. But he remained focused and optimistic. He was healing, slowly. The mechanite pills that were costing the last of his savings were helping his mind slowly repair itself. And yes, he'd fallen back into drink, but it was just alcohol. And yes, the psychological temptation of the drugs was still there. But if he kept himself from sliding any further, maybe one day they'd let him go back in front of a camera again.
Skills: Olion is a xeno-naturalist! He's an old, washed up holo-star, who originally got into the profession with a mix of muscle, grit and knowledge of the natural world. He knows how to handle his old gauss hunting rifle, though he regrets ever having to use it. He knows how to wrestle animals - and people - in order to get close and deliver a lecture on the big beast he has in a headlock. And he has a surprisingly sharp mind for academic knowledge and interesting facts on all kinds of animals and plants from this part of the galaxy. He also knows quite a lot about how to acquire hard drugs, but let's not get into that.
Equipment: Just his clothes - he still dresses like an old-fashioned wilderness adventurer, boots and all - and wallet, to pay for his drinks. He still owns his old gauss hunting rifle, but it's in the back of his car outside, and most of his other stuff is back at his house.