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Keith Orbit
Keith Orbit | |
Profile | |
Origin | Liberty |
Occupation | None |
Affiliation | None |
Rank | None |
Born | May 8 785 A.S., Planet Manhattan (Age 33) |
History
Earlier Life
Keith was born on Planet Manhattan, although almost instantly became an orphan as his parents left him to child services at the age of only 1, no record of his Parent had been found after that. He was given to another Family, the Orbits. He was the bigger brother perhaps, but never really found the love that Randy got of course.
In his teenage years, school didn't really work out for him, his notes kept failed, he could barely pass the years, unlike his smaller brother who was a perfect student. However, Keith did have an amazing talent for music, especially keeping beat, and the drums. So his Step-parents sent him to an 'Art School' of some sorts, which he was relatively the best of his year. He quickly adapted to the drums. And left home soon after to make a career out of it. At first he couldn't do much, it was hard to show your talent and skill when you didn't have the right people to talk do. Although he got his luck and got some jobs. Although always 'small gigs'.
The Stars
Keith, after years of doing some random music here and there with bands, got his experience the hard way, but it all changed one day when he decided to start their own band with some of his friends. It didn't work out too well, although some 'Manager' or, some big Corporate guy, found some talent in them, and decided to give them a chance. The Stars was born.
Their first song was a hit, shortly after becoming an album, a year later even more to add to their list of songs. They had thousands of fans, selling T-Shirt by the hundreds each day. They started to use different ways to advertise themselves, eventually getting flying lessons and trying to sell tickets in space...anyway possible, even forcing people.
That was the Stars downfall, shortly after, because the 'government' wasn't ok with them, they had restricted the Star Band's members to any flying whatsoever. And since most of their equipment (Mainly the drug Meth) came from trading in their ships. Fights arose, and the Band was disbanded, Keith took his drum set and went to find another band, he did...although he also met up with the wrong people, and started dealing in drugs.
Shortly after, he was caught, his drums and music license taken away. And some jail time as well. When he came out, he was an entirely different man. He had a depression, no taste for music anymore...only some few credits left, no where to sleep. But he had his flying permission again. With his last credits he bought a Rhino class vessel, decided to take to trading, his new job. He was pretty good at flying transports from his teenage years, when his parents let him take the 'wheel' for a few hours of their transport.
Today
Trading, or..the life of a merchant didn't work out well for Keith, he couldn't control his temper, and mostly beat down anyone who didn't accept his offer. It was the last straw after he had killed someone because he got con'd. Although the police didn't know about it, he found life easier by threatening a deal out of people. After some more 'kills' added to his list, he was finally caught by the cops. But Keith had escaped just the moment before he was loaded onto a Riot Van, he had taken the officer's gun, along with his almost perfect aiming and precision, he took down the cops and ran away.
Eventually getting back to his ship and taking off, he was classified as an outlaw, Keith sold his Rhino and picked up a Combat Service Freighter from the Junkers.
And is now currently using that...stealing other people's stuff while he can..although he has no point, no aim, nothing to do in life.
Pilot Personal Traits
-Has extreme talent for Music (mainly drumming)
-Easy to go into a sudden burst of rage while in the cockpit
-Is not patient
-Likes his Meth
-Always notes he has good looks
-Always uses that same picture for everything