It has begun...
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Name: Ric Olie
Race: Naboobian
Age: Older Than I Appear
Faction: Free Agent
Occupation: Pilot/Voiceover Artist/Male Model
Weapons: Deadly Observations, Killer Looks
Weapon Proficiencies: What You Would Never Expect
Equipment: Buy Me Dinner First
Ship(s): Naboo Royal Transport, Naboo Starfighter, Starship Titanic
History:
Upon birth I told the delivery room that I had just been born. During grade school I attended school. Upon graduating high school I attended high school graduation. I joined the military to serve my planet, Naboo, which is the planet I was born on, when my Mom pushed me out of her womb, which was 9 months after she had familial relations with my Dad, who was my father.
I saved Naboo (and by extension The Republic) by discovering Anakin Skywalker and tutoring him on how to fly and how to deliver flat line readings. I also pointed out that the Naboo forces did not hit the ship while one of my underlings (who I also tutored) observed that the ship blew up from the inside.
Post-war I settled down and started a family. I have a lovely wife, Lela Olie, and together we have sons Ric Jr. Olie, Roc Olie, Rick Olie, Brok Olie, and Bowling Olie, as well as daughters Ra Olie and Mer Olie, and twins Molly Olie and Dolly Olie.
I have kept busy doing plenty of voiceover work, including commercials, books on tape, and movie trailers. I also have several spoken word albums. And recently I have done some male modeling, mostly hand and foot modeling but a few headshots as well.
RP Example:
I landed the ship on the platform. Something rumbled in my stomach, but for once it wasn't Lela's cooking. No, this time it was the Naboobian Swamp Slug that the dirty Gungans had implanted in me when they captured me the prior Thursday. Well, that's why I was here on Alpha Ceti 5 - to find an antidote.
I stepped off the ship and moved into the jungle, my faithful sidekick robot Crow at my side. He wasn't much in a firefight, but was useful in situations where the natives might mistake him for an ancient God.
We crested a hill and the sand stung my eyes. I wrapped my parka closer around me, drawing my hood tight until only the slits of my eyes were visible. I had come close to freezing to death many times before, but this time I wasn't taking the chance.
SUDDENLY!!! A Frokturian MegaTiger lept into view. I shouted at the top of my lungs:
"You are a MegaTiger!"
The MegaTiger, faced with the obviousness of my attack, slunk away, confused and depressed. I continued on through the jungle....
TO BE CONTINUED
Enjoy! And please play along...