Nadir
Death from Below
OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION
Intent: Moar Point Nadir. Moar pirates.
Image Credit: Nivanh Chantharahttps://www.artstation.com/nivanhchanthara
Role: Yarr. One of the Captains for the Corsairs of Cato.
Links: Point Nadirhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/91192-point-nadir/ | Yo Ho Ho And a Bottle Of Ram | This is Getting Out of Hand, Now There are Three of Them! | Ship permission from GA FA
Age: 46
Force Sensitivity: Knight
Species: Givin
Appearance: Captain al-Bal is one of the more severe givin you will ever lay eyes upon. His skull-like features are all the more pronounced for the years he’s spent in prison and on the streets. Together with a menacing set of bone-adorned armor, he strikes fear in the hearts of men and aliens alike. That is, until he speaks.
Name: Chym-el Ad al-Bal
Loyalties: Corsairs of Catohttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/119676-corsairs-of-cato/ | Nadir
Wealth: Moderate
Notable Possessions:
His pride and honor, the Red Diamond
“Putka”, a cheesy parrot droid that his sister got him for for his 40th birthday
A piece of twelve
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Skills:
Solid proficiency with Telekinesis and similar
An expert shot with anything gun-shaped
He’s a givin. He’ll solve that astrogation equation in his head by the time you manage to boot your navicomputer
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Personality: For all his intimidating presence, al-Bal is a mellow scallywag, much too old now to posture and strut about like he did in his youth. He’s far more likely to punish with a harsh word and community work than a hole between the eyes. If you met him on the street, the only give-away of his slummy roots would be the heavy houk accent he touts. Has a voice just as booming, too. He appreciates a good jest and commands a great deal of respect for it with equals and subordinates alike. The pirates in his fleet all follow him because of choice, not out of fear.
COMBAT INFORMATION
Weapon of Choice: The Force, S- and E-series Nadir products. #JobPerks
Combat Function: As the Captain of a respectable pirate fleet, al-Bal rarely sees combat firsthand anymore. If such should occur, however, he’s as dangerous with his sidearm as he is with the Force. Full of dirty tricks acquired throughout a lengthy criminal career, the givin isn’t afraid to resort to underhanded tactics to get out of a fight alive.
Decades on the wrong side of the law have brought their downsides, of course. Well into his middle age, Chym-el isn’t nearly as agile nor as fit as he used to be. In a purely physical fight, nearly any trained fighter could easily overpower him, especially if they exploit his time-weathered joints or his wheezing smokers’ lungs.
Used to be that al-Bal was full of piss and vinegar, like any young pirate out to make a name for himself. He’d boast about bullshet he’d never done, jump headlong after massive merchant fleets, and, eventually, bit off more than he could chew.
Five years in a Coruscanti prison for smuggling and illegal dispossession of property sobered him up right good. After he got out, a local CRC agent approached him on account of his surviving reputation, and Chym-el found himself before an offer he couldn’t refuse.
A distant and nebulous syndicate was looking to establish a loose fleet in the form of a pirate coalition. With a bit of the stick and a bit of the carrot, al-Bal recognized the opportunity for what it was, and jumped onboard.
Now, some two decades later, he Captains one of the larger fleets among the Corsairs. Seasoned by many a prize and battle, Chym-el merely scoffs when questioned about retiring.
“Mah laddie, I’ve ainlie juist begun!”
