Balkar Din
Con-dude extraordinaire
Name: Balkar Din
Faction: None
Rank: Supreme overlord captain of his own ship
Species: Corellian
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 182 pounds
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Brown
Skin: Caucasian
Force sensitive: No
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Strengths and weaknesses:
+ Sharp thinker: Quick wits and creative thinking have gotten him out of more binds than there are womp rats on Tatooine.
+ Charmer: With the Grace of a gundark, he can charm the socks off of any being he sets his sights on. Okay, so he needs work in that area.
+ Quick finger: Not even a Corellian sand panther is quick enough to get the jump on this man when he has a pistol.
- Wanted man: Due to his severe gambling addiction, he is often on a lot of hit lists, and that's not because he owes money.
- Weakling: Physically, he's a wet noodle. As good as he is with a blaster, he can't fight back very well with his fists.
Ship:
Appearance: To be put very simply, Balkar is tall and lanky. To the eyes, he isn't very intimidating, but can still talk his way out of trouble if need be.
Bio:
Balkar is a simple man, born on Corellia to a couple of nobles. Now to him, that just didn't work. You see, all his life he was forced to be 'proper' and 'polite' when that just wasn't his style. He'd rather get dirty and play around with the other boys. As he grew up, the boy became more and more of a rebel. He'd come home late and not have any reasons why, though the reason was that he'd be at his friend's house playing pazaak. Did he get in trouble? Of course he did. Doesn't mean it ever stopped him.
By the age of seventeen, he'd found his first pistol buried under some trash. It might have been illegal, but that was nothing to a young mind such as his. Since then, he'd spend a good portion of his free time teaching himself to use it. Even set up a small range out of the way so he could learn without any... interruptions. At eighteen, a revelation hit Ballar. Literally. Right in the face. He'd got himself caught for cheating at a pazaak game a few nights earlier, and had gotten best up in an alley. But he was an adult now, so he didn't have to follow the rules anymore. Right? So while the unlucky fellows had their backs turned, he gunned them down. One shot to the back each. He'd been so accustomed to getting away with everything, why stop there?
Soon after, the young shining star, or so he liked to call himself, stole himself a ship and headed off planet. What was there in store for him? Riches? Fame? Riches? Who knew?
Faction: None
Rank: Supreme overlord captain of his own ship
Species: Corellian
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 182 pounds
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Brown
Skin: Caucasian
Force sensitive: No
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Strengths and weaknesses:
+ Sharp thinker: Quick wits and creative thinking have gotten him out of more binds than there are womp rats on Tatooine.
+ Charmer: With the Grace of a gundark, he can charm the socks off of any being he sets his sights on. Okay, so he needs work in that area.
+ Quick finger: Not even a Corellian sand panther is quick enough to get the jump on this man when he has a pistol.
- Wanted man: Due to his severe gambling addiction, he is often on a lot of hit lists, and that's not because he owes money.
- Weakling: Physically, he's a wet noodle. As good as he is with a blaster, he can't fight back very well with his fists.
Ship:
Appearance: To be put very simply, Balkar is tall and lanky. To the eyes, he isn't very intimidating, but can still talk his way out of trouble if need be.
Bio:
Balkar is a simple man, born on Corellia to a couple of nobles. Now to him, that just didn't work. You see, all his life he was forced to be 'proper' and 'polite' when that just wasn't his style. He'd rather get dirty and play around with the other boys. As he grew up, the boy became more and more of a rebel. He'd come home late and not have any reasons why, though the reason was that he'd be at his friend's house playing pazaak. Did he get in trouble? Of course he did. Doesn't mean it ever stopped him.
By the age of seventeen, he'd found his first pistol buried under some trash. It might have been illegal, but that was nothing to a young mind such as his. Since then, he'd spend a good portion of his free time teaching himself to use it. Even set up a small range out of the way so he could learn without any... interruptions. At eighteen, a revelation hit Ballar. Literally. Right in the face. He'd got himself caught for cheating at a pazaak game a few nights earlier, and had gotten best up in an alley. But he was an adult now, so he didn't have to follow the rules anymore. Right? So while the unlucky fellows had their backs turned, he gunned them down. One shot to the back each. He'd been so accustomed to getting away with everything, why stop there?
Soon after, the young shining star, or so he liked to call himself, stole himself a ship and headed off planet. What was there in store for him? Riches? Fame? Riches? Who knew?
Items:
Standard blaster
Kills:
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Role-plays: