Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2012 18:42:44 GMT -5
{ Byter }
[glow=red,2,300]basic Info[/glow]
- Age-21
- Gender-Male
- Species-Human
- Homeworld-Coruscant
[glow=red,2,300]Personal Info[/glow]
- Eye Color-Green
- Height-6'8
- Weight-160 lbs approx.
- Hair Color-Black
- Scars-None, yet
- What makes you, you? He has a strange birthmark on his left shoulder, kinda looking like a mix between a cross and the letter 'C', His personality is as follows. Serious most of the time, he allows himself only a few smirks from time to time. He is usually talking and has a very short fuse.
[glow=red,2,300]Family[/glow]
- Unknown father(Pronounced Deceased)
- Unknown mother(Deceased)
- Kayla Karia, adopted sister(Deceased)
[glow=red,2,300]Likes[/glow]
- Money
- Food
- Money
- Adventure
- Being Alone
- Money
[glow=red,2,300]Dislikes[/glow]
- Stupid people
- No money
- People skipping out when they owe him money
- When he owes people money
- No Money
- Stupid people
- when his equipment doesn't work
- stupid people
[glow=red,2,300]Tech[/glow]
- Ship- An old YT-1930 Transport in need of serious repair, named the Bantha Spit
- Weapons- Two ionized blasters, two sacrimental knives, poison, dura-steel knuckle plates, grappling whip
- other- Wrist com(Non-holographic), a pair of goggles(One night vision, the other tactical combat), vibrating retractable knife(useful for cutting through all sorts of material).
[glow=red,2,300]Bio (long)[/glow]
Born on Coruscant and abondoned by his father, his mother protected him from the harsh world as much as she could in the depths of the lower city. When she was brutally murdered in front of his eyes, he fled to live on the streets. Without any credits, he was forced to become a pick-pocket to survive. Without any training, he was quickly caught and thrown into a prison cell. That's where he met Kayla Karia. She had a few friends who busted her out and she invited him along. He found himself becoming her protege as she ran a local street gang. With her help, he quickly became one of the best theives in the making. Without a doubt, he rose in the ranks until he was her right-hand man. At the age of thirteen, he decided to start calling her his adopted sister, a title she took with honor. Then, five years later, an older lieutenant tried to murder him to rise higher in the gang's social ladder. Kayla stepped in and was killed by a stray gunshot. Guilt-ridden, he fled from the scene after killing the would-be assasin and found his way into a local bar, where he met Vrood Phlicks. Vrood ran a small smuggling operation for the local black market and offered him a job on the spot after trading life stories over a few mugs of Churban brandy. With the new job, he quickly made a fortune selling weapons and armor and illegal contraband. Soon, he was able to make enough money to buy a low-priced transport and was able to take his business to he stars. Now, he searches the galaxies, looking for the next available paycheck, with a little treasure-hunting and theivery on the side.
