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It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
signifying nothing.
Created on 2007-12-14 11:14:57 (#14459819), last updated 2009-07-08
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| Name: | Lord Avon, to you. |
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| Birthdate: | 10-26 |
| Website: | YouTube video of Avonness. |
![]() Avon was born in London Dome on the planet Earth and made Alpha grade at a very young age, as expected. He went on to read several fields of science and computers at university. Avon soon began to experiment with computer hacking and embezzling money from under the Federation's nose. It was his failed attempt to embezzle several million credits that landed him on a prison ship set for the penal planet Cygnus Alpha. Fortunately, with the help of the rebel leader Roj Blake, he was able to help capture another ship and escape. Though he had little desire to fight a rebellion against the Federation, Avon found himself needed and useful on the rebel ship Liberator. As he knew he was safer on the move, he opted to stay, hoping to one day stake his own claim on Liberator and steal it from Blake. After an attack against the Federation, Avon got his chance. Blake left to lead the rebellion on Earth, leaving Liberator, and her remaining crew, to Avon. It seemed a position Avon had never really expected, and for a time, he floundered in the leadership role. This lead to the untimely destruction of Liberator and the death of some of her crew. After acquring another, less glorious ship, Avon moved on. Never an outwardly friendly man, he began distancing himself even further from his crew, not wanting to be burdened with grief or guilt should he lose (or have to kill) any more of them. Following in Blake's footsteps, he began to unite the various rebel factions, hoping to bring them as a front against the reformed Federation. This all came crashing down when, after following Blake's trail to the planet Gauda Prime, Avon's mistrust and inability to share information with his crew severely tainted his judgment. When Blake appeared immediately after a surprise Federation raid, Avon believed he had been betrayed by Blake, turned in to the Federation for his bounty. Before Blake could deny this, a horrified Avon shot him down. Moments later, the Federation troopers stormed the room, shot down Avon's crew and encircled him, guns drawn. Avon looked up from Blake's body, smiled his most unnerving, insane smile, and raised his gun to defend himself against an army. |
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Character's full name: Kerr Avon
Canon Type: TV series
Canon entrance: Post-series.
Character description: Avon is 5'10" (but stands about 6' in his boots) and fairly fit underneath his almost armor-like leather. His face is hard and generally unfriendly, lined with the years he's worn his scowl. He's forty, though he'll be unlikely to ever actually admit that, and will try to do as many things as a 25 year old might, even if his knees sometimes protest. His hair is ashy brown and, if he's had the chance, it's parted, feathered and styled. Otherwise, it's more of a low hanging Caesar-shag. His eyes are also brown.
Character History: Avon is a Alpha grade citizen from London Dome, about 1000 years into our future. He trained as computer technician, worked on the teleportation Aquitar Project and then tried to embezzle several million credits from the Federation banking system. When this backfired, he was sent to the penal planet Cygnus Alpha. En route there, he met up with the rebel leader Roj Blake and together they joined forces, stole an alien vessel and began a futile fight against the evil Federation.
Inventory:
01.) His clothes (a leather coat, a leather tunic, a black poloneck jumper, black trousers, black boots, socks & underwear).
02.) His blaster and holster.
03.) A Federation issue blaster rifle that he was holding when he was, presumably, gunned down.
04.) A hand-held datapad containing various types of personal information.
05.) A palm-sized plastic key that operates his computer, Orac.
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