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Message: <blockquote data-quote="VLAD the Destroyer" data-source="post: 7045512" data-attributes="member: 6803188">Here is my current background.  Need to work with it some more but figure getting eyes on it now will help with the writing.Garrett spent his youth staring at the stars.  He grew up working for his uncle as a scrapper, gathering salvage from the crashed ships throughout the forests and islands of the planet.  Garrett never knew his father.  His mother talked little of the man.  He was a crew member on a trading vessel that ran the Sharlissian Trade Corridor.  His mother said they had a brief love affair that lasted no more than a couple years.  Then the vessel moved on to more profitable trade routes and the man was gone.  The only reminder of his love was Garrett.  His Uncle looked after his mother till Garrett was old enough to begin working on his crew.  It was a tough life but he was good at it.  He seemed to know where to point the crew.  His uncle started calling him his good luck charm.Garrett never wanted to be stuck in this back water hole.  He dreamed of hopping on a freighter and taking it to the stars.  He was a good pilot.  His uncle said he was a natural.  He could fly a tramp freighter from Triton to Sharlissia.  He could even stop in and see his mother whenever he landed on Kabal.  That all changed when Garrett’s uncle died.  His mother came down with Zithrom's Syndrome only a couple months before his uncle’s accident.  He couldn’t leave her.  She’d die without him.  But the medication that kept her alive did not come cheap.  He began hunting for more expensive salvage and was barely able to acquire the medication.  When he was short he had to go to the local loan shark and barrow the money.  He quickly racked up a small debt which could take years to work off.It was to try and buy out this debt that he went on a hunt.  He used that sense deep inside that pointed him in the direction he needed.  He came upon the wreck several days later.  The ship still smoldered and the burns on the side did not look like it came from a lightning strike.  What he was looking for was inside.  He could feel it in his bones.  <a href="https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B3nYPbfOiuuiX0wzZjZMcFNhNzg/view?usp=sharing" target="_blank">Character Sheet</a></blockquote>

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