General Information First name: Randy Middle name(s): N/A Surname: Goldstar Age: 56 Date of birth: Weldspur (May) 25, 2132 Race: Novakid Gender: Male Sexuality: Hetero. Current residence: In-between. Relationship status: Unknown. Social status: Freelance. Financial standing: Assumed middle. Traits of Voice Accent (if any): Nova-slang Language spoken: Common. Other languages known: N/A Style of speaking: Enthusiastic, rambler. Volume of voice: Med-High. Physical Appearance Height: 5'2'' Weight: 48 lbs Eye color: N/A Skin color: Amber Shape of face (Brand): Circular Crossair Distinguishing features: Cyan Deposits Build of body: Medium Hair color: Amber Hair style: Pulled back Complexion: N/A Posture: Confident Tattoos: N/A Piercings: N/A Typical clothing: Leather coat, western-themed. Is seen by others as: Curious, good-spirited. Personality Likes: Exploration, space travel, picture taking Dislikes: Staying in one place for too long, leaving an area unexplored. Education: Survival training, 10 years and counting. Drink mixing, self-motivated, 3 years. Field Medic, self-taught, 2 years. Fears: Spiders. Doctors. Personal goals: See the galaxy. Have fun while doing so. General attitude: Carefree, eager, optimistic. Religious values: Curious of all practices. General intelligence: Average, depends on "Brand vibes." General sociability: Highly social. Health Illnesses (if any): None. Allergies (if any): None. Sleeping habits: Heavy sleeper. Energy level: Moderate-high. Eating habits: Normal. Memory: Can recall a few years at a time. Takes pictures to preserve older memories. Any unhealthy habits: Dipping into Erchius causes a dark mood shift. History Randy hails from a colony in the far-off Trade sector surrounding Spurion. Once a humble bartender, he made, what most in town considered, "the best food and drink this side of the Fringe." Such talent often attracts attention on *both* sides of the track. Raiders decide to take this to the next step. Over the course of a month, they'd swarm in, harass his regulars, and wreck the place on a nightly basis. One night, however, their careless antics forced his hand. Two of the raiders decided to push on a feminine customer. Two gunshots rang. One lay dead with bullet through the side of the head, the other with a wounded shoulder. Realizing that word would spread, and that more trouble would move toward town, he collected his earnings, closed down his bar, and set out for a new life amongst the stars. Relationships Parents: Unknown. Siblings: None. Any enemies (and why): Raiders from home, killing one, wounding another in defense of a customer. Children: None. Friends: "The stars", space, anyone that makes him smile. Best friend(s): None yet. Love interest (if there is one): None. Combat Peaceful or violent: Violent, will attempt peaceful resolution first. Weapon (if applicable): Dual Magnums. Style of fighting: Duck and Cover. Others Occupation: Bounty Hunter, Explorer. Current home: In-between. Favorite types of food: Coal, Copper minerals. Grilled foods. Favorite types of drink: Whiskey, tea. Hobbies/past times: Long walks, Guitar, "Starbranding." Guilty pleasures: Trying new equipment on the fly. Pet peeves: Too many rules on how to live, No means *no.* Pets: None Talents: Cooking, drink mixing. Favorite colors: Blue Favorite type of music: Any form of Guitar music.
