Kelly Noyce

[Kelly Noyce]

Basics

Name: Kelly Robert Noyce
Age: 47
Career/Occupation: Smuggler
Allegiance: Himself
Picture & Playby: Jackie Earle Haley
Build: Slim but toned
Hair: Dark brown
Eye color: Bright blue
Height: 5'5
Skin Tone: Pale

Personal
Talents/Special Abilities: Great marksmanship, manipulative, convincing with words and phrases, good at fighting dirty.

Likes: Guns, knives, smoking, drinking, cards, rain, the cold, redheads, quiet, being right, getting paid and dogs.

Dislikes: Alliance, two faced people, advanced technology, Asian food, women who think they are as tough as men, blondes, overly joyful people, young punk kids, medics.

Personality: Anyone who has had the pleasure of meeting Kelly knows the man is cold, distant and aloof. He has little care for most, and if he does it is so it can benefit him. He's mostly pessimistic, negative, inconsiderate and rude, and he really does not care who he hurts in the process. He's brutally honest and is not afraid to speak his mind, he's seasoned in the verse and the "illegal lifestyle" and hates young kids who think they know how the universe works. But despite his outer shell Kelly is a focused, reliable and a self-disciplined man, who will show others respect as long as he is shown it back.

Background: Born on Whitefall to a single alcoholic mother, Kelly's childhood was not a pleasant one. He would often get beatings, and walk in on his mother with various men, she was jobless most of the time. But managed to keep food and a small home for them by laying on her back, or coning men out of their own money. As Kelly grew he naturally fell in with the worst people. His father wasn't around to teach him better, but if he was it would not help, Kelly's father from what his mother told him was a criminal drifter. So the influence would not have mattered. Kelly rose in well known circles in Whitefall, even working for Patience at a few points in his then young life.

But all of that changed when he returned home from a heist job off planet, he found his mother in a drunken rage, and she immediately lashed out at her son. Kelly did not fight back, it was his mother after all. But he did receive a cut to his upper arm and a blackened eye. That was the last time Kelly ever saw, or spoke to his mother, leaving Whitefall at 24 years old. If he hadn't he feared he would have killed her that night. Now alone and his only skills and trades catering to the less honest, he took odd jobs here and there. Kelly was naturally a distant man, but the darker and more sinister jobs he took, the more distant and cold he became.

Kelly tried his best to never stay in one place too long, people had come to know his face on certain planets, that attention was not welcomed by him. Kelly had spent the last twenty something plus years moving and taking jobs all over the verse. When his latest employer was shot and killed in a bar brawl, Kelly and the rest of the crew split. It wasn't long before he found a spot on Steamhardt, a relatively new ship, with a mixed crew. Kelly has been there for over two months, he clashes with most if not all of the crew, and does feel out of place. But hell, all he wants is to get paid and move on.

Other: For weapons he owns personally are a switchblade, and a larger "hunting" knife, cord, and two small pistols. For clothing it's what he has on his back at the moment, he takes whatever he can, beggars cannot be choosers.

Code: BlueSun

RP Sample: He coughed violently into the sink blood and mucus dripping from his lips. He wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand before sniffing and looking up to the mirror in his cabin. Kelly Noyce, a tough man no one should screw over, with a cough and lung problem at the moment, he knew damn well it was from the drinking, and smoking. Running a hand through his hair before throwing on a cleaner white wife beater and his dark brown leather bomber jacket. He strapped on his boots and went to go meet the new captain. Hopefully he had more brains then the last one. Kelly opened the door to his cabin and climbed down the short ladder. Digging into the back of his black pants he fished out his crumpled pack of smokes.

Taking out one he placed it between his lips and lit it with the lighter he found in the right pocket of his bomber. Sniffing once more he rounded the corner and came to the cockpit, his solid bright blue eyes flickered around before he came to the doorway. It was already open, he assumed the new captain was in here. Leaning on the metal arched door frame he let the fumes exit his nose. His eyes widened and his lips parted slightly, it was a god damn woman that won the ship.

He looked down at the grated floor, damn this was going to be interesting. Looking up he shook his head before speaking in his low raspy tone. "So, a skirt won the ship, I take it your our new captain" he said taking another long drag. His eyes studied the back of her, from this angle she didn't look half bad.

OOC
Name/Nickname: Milly
Age: 23
Number of Years RPing: 10+
Contact Info: PM