Physical Description:

Hex is a boyishly handsome young man who dresses beyond his means. Usually he can be found in expensive looking shirts, trousers, and jackets. He lean and wiry with a coif of long dark hair that is the envy of many a woman, and most men. His best feature are his soft blue eyes that promise the world, and just cry out "I could never lie to you."

 

Personality/Roleplaying Tips:
*Hex is a bit off. He has no fear and is always willing to push the envelope. When nervous, he tends to be a bit of a motor mouth.
*His sense of humor can be a little vague, a bit off putting, and extremely sarcastic.
*Still young enough to believe he's immortal.

Skills/Abilities
*Never carries a gun, but does love blades.
*An excellent con man, and slight of hand trickster.
*Exceptional locksmith, and break in artist.
*Loves games of chance.
*Believes there are different forms of honesty.
*Can literally sleep anywhere.
*Excellent Communication Skills

 

Private Motivation: (not known by most characters)
*Adventure and fun.
*Thrills
*Never to be caught. Can't stand being restrained.
*Has a soft spot for kids in bad situations.

 

History:

Hex grew up on a primary Core planet. He was raised by a Fed sponsored orphanage. By the time Hex was five, he realized he had a knack at talking people into doing things. By twelve, he'd picked every lock in the orphanage so he could play with friends. At sixteen it became apparent he was not going to be adopted, so he decided to start a career.

 

Luckily, he ran into "Two-fingers" Jones. What made Jones so terrific was nobody knew who he was. He didn't even have a reputation. The man was a model citizen. He took Hex under his wing and trained him to be a perfect thief. Then, on Hex's seventeenth birthday his world came crashing down.

 

As a ward of the state, Hex was drafted into the war. He was in for six months before the war came to an end. Because he was young and not particularly skilled, Hex was assigned duty as a supply clerk.

 

He was an amazing supply clerk. All units under him got every device, weapon, or food the requisitioned. He traded, bartered, and bribed. Then he supplied the Browncoats. He was even brass enough to set up a bogus charity to fund a Independence Refugee fund for children. In the Alliance's name. Not to mention he amassed a small fortune in black market sales for himself.

 

After the war, he returned to the Core and took up odd jobs. One job he filched a Vid Disc that was of a high ranking Colonel in the Alliance having an extra marital affair. Knowing this was way to hot, Hex booked passage to the Outer Rim. Having a few contacts he figures he can knock around the "frontier" a bit until the heat dies down.