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- Tom Hardy -
Tobias Anthony Palmer_nicknames/alias:
Drifter_date of birth:
- Garnett Palmer | Father | 62 | Estranged/Alive
- Milica Palmer | Mother | 57 | Estranged/Alive
- Susanna Palmer-Rodriguez | Wife | 30 | Deceased_orientation:
Official Records: Single | Unofficial: Widowed_gender:
dark brown_eye color:
- Deep irregular and jagged scars on his back/torso/limbs
- Tattoo on the inside of his left lower arm, Susanna written over the horizontal bar, barbed wire tattooed over the length at a later date.
- "M1-DPC-3950258" (stands for, Murder 1 | Dukha Prison Colony | Prisoner number) tattooed onto his clavicle._occupation:
Smuggler | Former Convict
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Gruff and distrustful, Tobias is cold and distant towards people he does not know, and at times also to people he does know. Coming from a very rough past he is slow to put any trust in people, and tends to prefer solitude and being a loner. The few people that know him, not little about him, as he won’t divulge his past experiences with anyone.
The few people he does trust are people that share the same history and lot in life as he does. Whether these are the weak, poor, or downtrodden, he is helpful and even kind at times to people who have had histories of being exploited, and abused. Feeling a strong sense to protect these people from harm, and try to make sure they live a life better than the one he has had.
Whilst most of the time he is stoïc and prefers to keep to the shadows due to his past, he is quick to anger whenever children are victims in situations. Coming from his own youth where he was often beaten by his father, he can be a danger towards people that abuse children in any sort of way.
Towards people that abuse and exploit the voiceless and helpless he can be downright hostile, giving them no time of day and taking a wide berth around them to avoid any sort of interaction with these people. If he is forced into interaction, he’ll be very hostile and in some cases might be prone to aggression too.
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Born on the ice planet of Hrimpursar, the early life of Tobias was one that wasn't spend in luxury, in fact he didn't have much time to be a child as he grew up in a severely disjointed household.
His father worked the mines during the day, and was out drinking in the evening, only to come home and mercilessly beat up his wife.
Whenever he didn't feel like beating his wife, the brunt of his abuse went to his only son Tobias, who as he grew up grew more resentful of his lot in life.
The company that ran the mines knew of the conditions both in the mines self, and the conditions in the homes of the workers. But afraid for the bottom line they proceeded to take bigger and bigger risks, and overwork the miners further.
Not willing to follow the same path as his peers and become a miner, he stowed away on a ship when he was 12. Proceeding to be caught and found out after the ship had left orbit and was well on their voyage, the pilot Enrico Marius wasn't an ordinary trader, instead was a smuggler who sympathized with the story of Tobias, and instead of throwing him off the ship at the nearest planet, he was made part of the crew, working along the rest of the ship's staff and used as a runner on planets to get messages from and to associates of Marius.
Slowly he became more and more a respected part of Enrico’s crew, being regarded very much as a protégé to possibly one day take the reins of the ship and continue Marius’ business of smuggling cargo.
As he became older, his role in the crew grew, eventually becoming the second-hand man of Enrico on the ship. Somewhere in his 24th year, the crew landed at Bastion for an important business meeting. Once they were at the meeting he was put outside as a lookout, whatever happened, and whoever decided to shoot first, nobody knows. But once he ran inside Enrico and his crew were nowhere to be seen, but on the ground lay prominent Praetor ‘Vaughan Olmstead’ with a fatal gunshot to the chest. Before being able to escape himself he was overwhelmed by SLED officers who quickly arrested him, with there being no prints on the gun used for the crime, everything led to him being the man in the room as proof that he was the perpetrator of the crime. Due to the high-profile nature of the crime committed, government officials, and civilians alike demanded a swift and harsh sentence for the man who had mercilessly slain a beloved Praetor in cold blood.
For reasons he might never know, he was spared a harsh sentence. It might've been a parting presence from his ''family'' that they bribed the jury, or simply the lack of concrete evidence, but he came away with ''only'' a 15 year sentence for the crime he did not commit.
In the governments final attempt to truly let Tobias suffer for his alleged crimes, he was incarcerated on the DukhaColony, a penal colony on a near-inhospitable planet where the only way to survive, is to find a way to co-exist with the most dangerous criminals of the world, ranging from terrorists, mass murderers, psychopaths, and anything in between. With no law reigning on the colony other than the law that the convicts make themselves, it’s in essence guarded from orbit, any unauthorized ship that leaves surface is promptly shot down without warning. Prison ships arrive and leave only to bring in new convicts, and to pick up convicts whose time in prison is over.
Despite the prisoners having to cooperate and co-exist to be able to survive, the casualty rate is still staggering as any sort of colony filled with the depraved would have obvious problems in terms of keeping their colonists in check. There is a semblance of government, but it’s a shallow façade and any sort of punishments on the planet itself tend to be quick and brutal without any sort of legal correspondence.
15 years he was forced to be part of the colony, after those 15 years his sentence would be up and he’d have the choice to leave the planet as a free man, or stay part of the colony, the choice could only be made once, and it would be permanent.
As he managed to find ways to survive the planet and its inhabitants, he met another convict named Susanna Rodriguez, a woman incarcerated for killing a shopkeeper during a routine robbery on The Carpel on Bastion. Convicted for the crime she was convicted for 30 years on Dukh.
And even on a planet of criminals love can blossom between people, Tobias and Susanna fell in love as they looked past their criminal pasts, and the reasons they were on the penal colony. They promptly married (whatever constitutes as marriage in a prison colony) and Tobias was planning on giving up his one choice of freedom as his own sentence was a year from coming to its end.
But tragedy struck the two as Susanna was one of the victim’s during a prisoners psychotic killing spree, the prisoner was slain himself according to the ‘’laws’’ of the planet’s ‘’government’’, but it almost literally ripped the few shreds of humanity he had left from his body, the love of his life was killed, giving him nothing left in life but the one thing that had kept him living during his prison sentence…
As his sentence finished, he chose for freedom and left the penal colony. With a shuttle he returns to Bastion –where his sentence had begun- to face a final debriefing as a prisoner, after that debriefing he would be a free man, free to stand where he pleased.
After fifteen years away from society, lots of things changed, yet in truth nothing had really changed. After fifteen years people barely remembered who he was, or who he had allegedly slain.
Despite being a free man, being able to go back to living and find a way to go straight, there was only one thing on his mind after all these years. Track down Enrico and his crew, find out if they were the ones that had set him up, and if they had set him up, he'd kill them for doing so.
But as a man who had just regained his freedom, he had no money, no connections, nobody in the world that knew who he was or cared about him. If he was ever to find the men that had set him up, he'd need money, and in his life he only knew one way to earn money…
A man with no family, no connections, nowhere to call his home, Tobias Harris decided to wander, to become a Drifter.
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A bright light flashes into his eyes, blinding him for a few seconds as his sight had to adjust to the unfamiliar brightness of the lamp. The whirr of a machine could be heard outside of his current sight-range, it quickly launched forward, stopping just in front of his face. Anyone else would’ve flinched, but he stood there looking at it. He had seen it plenty of time, the machine scanning his iris and identifying him, a common experience for him after all these years.
From the other end of the room a speaker cracked before a voice came onto it. “Convict M1-TPC-3950258, sit at the table and place both hands on the table.” The voice commanded him, and without a secondary thought he stepped towards the table proceeding to do what he had been told, once more something he had experienced plenty of times before. But today would be his final time, the final time he went through the motions and had to listen to the commands over the voice box.
One thing he had not yet experienced was what happened next, a door next to the one-way window opened up, a young blonde woman stepping forth with a file in her hands. She moved across the room, eyeing the person at the table, and the cameras afterwards, she didn’t show it, but she was anxious. From the looks of her, she seemed about as casual as SLED employees got, her hair done up in a tight bun and a boring suit that gave up nothing other than that she was obviously working for SLED.
She took seat opposite to him, grabbing a pencil and paper, before opening the file in front of her. Reciting what had been written. “Start recording” she voiced lightly, the automated systems taking her order and switching on, everything that happened now would be recorded, from what was said to both their pulses and stress levels, technology making sure there were no secrets. “Prisoner M1-TPC-3950258 | birthname Palmer, Tobias | Sentence of 15 years for the murder of late Praetor Vaughan Olmstead | Served incarcerations on Dukha Prison Colony…” Pausing for a moment she glanced at him, eyeing him for any sort of reaction, she registered none but the same stoic look from when he entered the room.
“Mr. Palmer. I prefer to use names rather than the number you received, do you have any issues with this?” she asked, yet he sat there with his hands flat on the table and a blank stare that scanned the room and gave little interest in the proceedings, seeing something of note she wrote it down on her notepad. “I can assure you that speaking with me will make these proceedings go by much much quicker, Mr. Palmer” the young blonde told with a businesslike pleasantness that you could expect from anyone ranging from a doctor to an undertaker.
“Suit yourself…” her head shook lightly, biting her tongue and writing more things down on the notepad. “Mr. Palmer served his 15 year sentence, given the choice of freedom or permanent residence on Dukha, he chose the option of freedom.” She recited to the recording, glancing through his file trying to find more to say. “Palmer has given no reasoning for his choice.” In truth he had one good reason, the reason was he had nothing on Dukha to keep him there for the rest of his life, only suffering and death.
“His incarceration has been noted as uneventful, but such a thing is not uncommon for prisoners returning from Dukha. It can be noted that unruly prisoners are prone to not surviving their incarceration” which was her way of saying that anyone who didn’t play nice was thrown into the incinerator, life on Dukha made sure that even the most depraved had to work together for survival, anyone not participating was a burden on the system and was disposed of.
For a second it seemed that she had finished her recitation, but her eyes stopped for a second and returned to telling him and the recording more. “There was one notable event, the killing of a prisoner named Susanna Rodriguez-“ she wanted to continue speaking, but the automated security system activated itself and aimed a red dot at his neck, ready to deliver a killshot after the system recognized a spike in his pulse that could be interpreted as anger, luckily for the blonde agent it wasn’t directed at her. But she was writing it down nonetheless. “Prisoner shows unusual reaction at the mention of mentioned prisoner, will press further with questions.” The tone of her voice talked like he wasn’t even in the room.
“First I would request the prisoner to lower his mental state of mind to return the system to stand-by.” She told him indirectly as she was more interested in talking to the recording instead of him. Closing his eyes he let out a deep breath, feeling his heart-rate lower to less ‘’dangerous’’ levels, the system going stand-by to signal he was calm, for now.
“Why did you react to the name, what is the prisoner to you?” questioning him with zero sort of emotional attachment for whatever the answer might become. Her cold and uncaring emotions showing that she was the perfect SLED officer, trained to be the cold and unemotional drones they had to be.
Finally his stoic demeanor lifted slightly, knowing the blonde wouldn’t let him go any further without an answer. Turning his left hand he showed the inside of his lower arm, a cross with barbed wire on his arm with the name ‘’Susanna’’ written on the horizontal bar of the cross.
“I fail to understand the reason of her name being on your arm.” She told almost painfully unaware of the reasoning he had the tattoo. And finally after what seemed ages his lips parted for an answer “She was my wife” he told with extra emphasis on ‘’was’’.
The blonde officer was unfazed and wrote it down with whatever interest she could muster, before once more informing the tape. “For the record, marriages between prisoners are not recognized as official matrimony in accordance to human law.” she said with not a shred of emotion on her voice.
“That’s easy for you to say.” He told her coldly, doing away with his stoic demeanor, staring a hole into the back of the young officers head.
“I beg your pardon?” she lifted her head up, no doubt feeling that he was staring a hole through her head, her hand busy writing the interesting development onto the paper.
“You haven’t lived on a barren planet for fifteen years.” He told her with a calm anger that was coming from him, anger for the fifteen years that had been stolen from him.
“I don’t see what your incarceration has anything to do wit-“ once more the system sprung to life, aiming it’s red dot once more at the base of his spine ready for a kill shot.
But he stayed calm, calm but angry, as he continued. “Every day I lived on that planet knowing that I could be dead at the end of it. A planet filled with murderers, terrorists, and psychopaths.” His eyes glanced at the mirror behind her, no doubt her superiors watching along. “Fifteen years I survived for a murder that I did not commit.”
“You were the only person in that room that day, there was no-one else that could have committed the crime.” she told coldly, reciting what she had read in the file prepared for her, she had been a teenager when the crime happened.
“I don’t care about that anymore.” He told with his cold blank stare, the security system still at the ready.
“Then what is your point, Mr. Palmer.” she asked him, her voice starting to lose its original control as impatience was setting in.
“I had prepared to die on that planet, I found someone who I was prepared to die with… Spend my life with, forego my only chance of freedom. Because she was my wife.” The first time he had told anyone, and it didn’t hurt any less than when it happened just under a year ago.
“What your decisions might’ve been, it doesn’t change the fact that you weren’t married according to law. Prisoners don’t have the right to be married…” she told stubbornly as she recited whatever she had learned in the academy, so content to sit behind the rules and not realize the truth of the world.
“Maybe you’ll realize how it feels when you lose the person you love.” He inadvertently glanced at the ring around her finger, indicating she was ‘’officially’’ married herself.
“Is that a threat, convict?” she had been ticked off, her ringed hand slipping away from sight, her eyes fired up and she had lost her professional courtesy she had shown at the beginning.
“No.” he said without any emotion behind it.
Taking a final glance behind her at the mirror she nodded at her superior officers, before packing up the file and writing a final few things in her notepad.
“I think I have heard enough. For what it’s worth, you should’ve gotten life imprisonment for murdering Praetor Olmstead…” she said as she had made up her mind about who he was and what he had allegedly done. A sigh came from her lips, putting away the notepad and pen. “But I don’t make the laws, I only serve them… As far as the law is concerned, you are now a free man and you are free to live anywhere in known space and beyond.” She told with a slight bias towards the beyond, no doubt wanting him away from any sort of society, preferably sucked into a black hole never to be seen again.
“See the lenient sentence as a second chance in life, it will be the only chance you’ll get.” She warned him, but it got no reaction from him other than a casual and uncaring shrug. “For your sake you take it and start living an honest life, or I will make sure your next stay on Dukha will be permanent.” An icy glare she gave to him, no doubt angry that he was walking free, from what he saw in the eyes of the young agent she would’ve put him down right there and rid the universe of his presence.
“Have a nice day, Mr. Palmer.” Were her final words as she opened the door and walked back into the room behind the window, the security drones shutting down and the recording coming to its end.
He was a free man now, fifteen years of survival had given him freedom and a second chance. And he knew just what he would do with that second chance…