NAME: Blair Hart
FACTION: ???
RANK: Gunslinger / Outlaw
SPECIES: Human
FACTION: ???
RANK: Gunslinger / Outlaw
SPECIES: Human
Homeworld: Concord Dawn
AGE: 18
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 5' 4"
WEIGHT: 100 Lbs.
EYES: Silver
HAIR: Black and Red
SKIN: White
FORCE SENSITIVE: Unknown
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
AGE: 18
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 5' 4"
WEIGHT: 100 Lbs.
EYES: Silver
HAIR: Black and Red
SKIN: White
FORCE SENSITIVE: Unknown
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
+ Great with a blaster.
+ Charming, witty and smart.
+ Tough as Beskar.
+/- Jerk with a heart of gold.
- No respect for authority, off putting to those with it.
- Greedy.
- Not much of a talker.
APPEARANCE:
Blair possesses few physical traits to make her stand out from the normal human female. She's on the average in height and build, though a bit underweight. She has silver eyes, a rarer genetic mutation obtained back through her mothers side of the family. Dying the lower portion to the tips of her hair a red also is something she chose to do to stand out.
Her attire is another matter. In her homeland she would be wearing clothes like most others but in the galaxy she'd stand out quite a bit. Starting from the top is a low crowned brimmed hat with a black band. A Western shirt over which she wears a brown long coat with a red inner lining. A black bolo tie.
On her lower half she wears light blue denim jeans. A black leather gun belt wrapped around her waist with silver rose belt buckle attached. Leather chaps for riding. Black Cowboy Boots for footwear rounds off her appearance as very frontier looking.
BIOGRAPHY:
Born on the plains of Concord Dawn, Blair Hart would seem to be your average country girl. Raised up to tend the farm and get ready for a life of her own. While true, she's anything but an average Dawner; and one who will forge her own path. From a young age she was a tomboy. Fighting constantly with other kids and getting in trouble. Blair got her disdain for authority from school teachers and parents of other children. Latter in her teen years the Journeyman Protectors, aka the law. She had little respect for most anyone, especially her parents, but she tended to keep that to herself. Her father constantly drank and would beat her for whatever sick reasons he had, as punishment for fighting or some slight. Her mother was much the same, while not a drinker it could be for no reason at all so it seemed. An upbringing as such will either bear a beat coward or a rebel. And Blair was without a doubt the latter.
Blair didn't like being at home because of this. She picked up hobbies that would keep her from the farm like hunting and fishing. They'd have her out the door well before dawn. The time spent in solitude were a relief. And it usually meant they had good meat to eat for a few days or longer. Blair also liked to help the few neighboring farms when she could. They were good people to her. If Blake had to be at home though she tried to spend it either working or sleeping. There was usually always something to fix. Or the animals needed tending too. The fields and pastures needed to be patrolled and inspected. She knew a whole lot about farming, taking care of animals and fixing all manner of things. Just comes with being a farmer's kid.
Now that Blair had been eighteen for a while her parents were pressuring her to go find a man and get married, all that junk. She'd never put much thought into that, always trying to preoccupy herself. Living on her own though had always been a dream. And sooner than latter she'd need to get out into the world and make her own mark on it.
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