Post by Obama the Hutt on Sept 14, 2010 1:43:09 GMT
Name: Obama the Hutt
Race: Hutt
Age: 482
Faction: Independent
Occupation: Politician
Weapons: Obama the Hutt is opposed to weapons of any kind, and a firm advocate of blaster control.
Weapon Proficiencys: Brass knuckles, heavy repeating blaster carbine, thermal detonator, golf club.
Equipment: Datapad, Clan Council credentials, golf bag, Nal Hutta governmental credchip, box full of deathsticks.
Ship(s): Space Force One, a heavily modified Minstrel-class Space Yacht
History: No one is entirely sure where Obama the Hutt was born; official records indicate the Outer Rim planet Wahaii, but this has never been confirmed. This much is known of his history: At a young age, Obama the Hutt's (rather impoverished) family moved to Tatooine, where he learned the "ways of the world" growing up on the street. By the time Obama the Hutt was old enough to think of his own future, his family had scraped enough together to send him to the prestigious Dune Sea College, where he majored in Galactic Law, graduating with honors. After graduation, Obama the Hutt moved to Nal Hutta with a view to entering the public sphere and cleaning up what he saw as a corrupt, indulgent political sector. Starting out as a Community Organizer for the greater "Hutt Island" area, Obama the Hutt climbed the rungs of the political ladder until he finally became a senior member of the federal ruling body, the Clan Council. Obama the Hutt considers himself to be a liberal reformer, and is a proponent of (among other things) higher taxes for the wealthy, universal healthcare, disarmament, a "friendlier" (more diplomtatic) relationship with other galactic governments, and redistribution of wealth. Obama the Hutt smokes deathsticks frequently, but only when the media isn't watching.
RP Example:
Obama the Hutt leaned back in his enormous chair, rubbing his temples in a futile attempt to alleviate the migraine that had plagued him for three days straight. His attempts to trim down Nal Hutta's bloated defense budget had been met with nothing but obstruction from the other Clan Councilors, and independent journalists on the HoloNet had had a field day portraying him as a treasonous pansy, wholly unsuited for public office. Fortunately, Obama the Hutt had the mainstream media in his back pocket, and they had helped to paint a nobler, more heroic portrait of their favorite politician and public figure. Still... his public opinion polls had sunk to record lows, despite his recent endorsement by Yavin 4's Jedi Academy. Maybe it was time for a vacation.
"Dim lights!" he barked, and the lights obeyed. The darker interior brought a pang of relief to his ever-present headache. But just a pang. With a sigh, Obama the Hutt pressed the green button on his desk. "Yes, sir?" The voice that answered was high-pitched, young, inexperienced. Obama's newest personal aide, Ryloth D'narra. A little green, but efficient enough. With a voice that betrayed near exhaustion, Obama the Hutt responded, "Prep Space Force One for takeoff. I'm going to be taking a brief leave of absence.
"Very good, sir. Where shall I tell the pilot you're heading?" Obama the Hutt glanced at the plaque on his desk. It read, Hope and Change. He could do with a little.
"Tell the captain I'm not sure; we'll set course once we're off-planet." The bureaucracy and constant political pandering would survive a few weeks without him. It was time to get away for awhile, and never look back...
Race: Hutt
Age: 482
Faction: Independent
Occupation: Politician
Weapons: Obama the Hutt is opposed to weapons of any kind, and a firm advocate of blaster control.
Weapon Proficiencys: Brass knuckles, heavy repeating blaster carbine, thermal detonator, golf club.
Equipment: Datapad, Clan Council credentials, golf bag, Nal Hutta governmental credchip, box full of deathsticks.
Ship(s): Space Force One, a heavily modified Minstrel-class Space Yacht
History: No one is entirely sure where Obama the Hutt was born; official records indicate the Outer Rim planet Wahaii, but this has never been confirmed. This much is known of his history: At a young age, Obama the Hutt's (rather impoverished) family moved to Tatooine, where he learned the "ways of the world" growing up on the street. By the time Obama the Hutt was old enough to think of his own future, his family had scraped enough together to send him to the prestigious Dune Sea College, where he majored in Galactic Law, graduating with honors. After graduation, Obama the Hutt moved to Nal Hutta with a view to entering the public sphere and cleaning up what he saw as a corrupt, indulgent political sector. Starting out as a Community Organizer for the greater "Hutt Island" area, Obama the Hutt climbed the rungs of the political ladder until he finally became a senior member of the federal ruling body, the Clan Council. Obama the Hutt considers himself to be a liberal reformer, and is a proponent of (among other things) higher taxes for the wealthy, universal healthcare, disarmament, a "friendlier" (more diplomtatic) relationship with other galactic governments, and redistribution of wealth. Obama the Hutt smokes deathsticks frequently, but only when the media isn't watching.
RP Example:
Obama the Hutt leaned back in his enormous chair, rubbing his temples in a futile attempt to alleviate the migraine that had plagued him for three days straight. His attempts to trim down Nal Hutta's bloated defense budget had been met with nothing but obstruction from the other Clan Councilors, and independent journalists on the HoloNet had had a field day portraying him as a treasonous pansy, wholly unsuited for public office. Fortunately, Obama the Hutt had the mainstream media in his back pocket, and they had helped to paint a nobler, more heroic portrait of their favorite politician and public figure. Still... his public opinion polls had sunk to record lows, despite his recent endorsement by Yavin 4's Jedi Academy. Maybe it was time for a vacation.
"Dim lights!" he barked, and the lights obeyed. The darker interior brought a pang of relief to his ever-present headache. But just a pang. With a sigh, Obama the Hutt pressed the green button on his desk. "Yes, sir?" The voice that answered was high-pitched, young, inexperienced. Obama's newest personal aide, Ryloth D'narra. A little green, but efficient enough. With a voice that betrayed near exhaustion, Obama the Hutt responded, "Prep Space Force One for takeoff. I'm going to be taking a brief leave of absence.
"Very good, sir. Where shall I tell the pilot you're heading?" Obama the Hutt glanced at the plaque on his desk. It read, Hope and Change. He could do with a little.
"Tell the captain I'm not sure; we'll set course once we're off-planet." The bureaucracy and constant political pandering would survive a few weeks without him. It was time to get away for awhile, and never look back...