Chase & Nim Leliu
Two People is so much Better than one
[SIZE=11pt]NAME: Chase Cornelius Leliu[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]RANK: Corporal, Commenorian Planetary Defense Forces (ret.)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]SPECIES: Human [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]PLANET OF ORIGIN: Commenor[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]FAMILY:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]AGE: 67 GSY[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]SEX: Male[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]HEIGHT: 1.78 Meters [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]WEIGHT: 76 Kilograms[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]EYES: Blue[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]HAIR: White[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]SKIN: Caucasian[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]FORCE SENSITIVE: No[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt][+] Was a Good Shot, Still Kinda is.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt][+] People Take One Look at Him and Decide Robbing Him would Get Them Nothing Worth the Murder Charge of an Elderly Drunk[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt][-] nerf herder.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt][-] No One has Seen Him Sober In a While. If While Equals the Length of Anakin Skywalker’s Lifespan.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt][-] He Does all the Drugs.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt][-] He Thinks He’s Good at Gambling. He’s Not.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt][-] He’s Got the Shakes in His Shooting Hand.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt][-] Did I Mention He’s an nerf herder?[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]APPEARANCE:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]BIOGRAPHY:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]If you listened to enough of his drunken ramblings, you can piece together something:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Born into an okay family, real boring growing up. Enlisted in the army, or at least what his parents would allow him. Got good at shooting, left the army to go do shooting for a job. Along the way, picked up many women, found a wife. She left him with nothing but a few addictions and a sour taste in his mouth. Picked up a few more women, and a few blast marks in his body, a baby girl left on his doorstep, if he ever had a doorstep to call his own. Raised her, begrudgingly and poorly. Kept shooting, but slowly his aim got worse, and his money got small. Jobs didn’t come around so much, spent more time looking down the end of a bottle instead of a gunsight. Now his daughter drags his ass along, rather than let him rot in a dumpster like he ought to be doing. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]SHIP:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]If he had one he would have sold it by now.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]KILLS:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]None.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]ROLE-PLAYS:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]As if I’ll keep track of this.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]RANK: Corporal, Commenorian Planetary Defense Forces (ret.)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]SPECIES: Human [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]PLANET OF ORIGIN: Commenor[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]FAMILY:[/SIZE]
- Nim Leliu - Daughter
[SIZE=11pt]AGE: 67 GSY[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]SEX: Male[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]HEIGHT: 1.78 Meters [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]WEIGHT: 76 Kilograms[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]EYES: Blue[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]HAIR: White[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]SKIN: Caucasian[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]FORCE SENSITIVE: No[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt][+] Was a Good Shot, Still Kinda is.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt][+] People Take One Look at Him and Decide Robbing Him would Get Them Nothing Worth the Murder Charge of an Elderly Drunk[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt][-] nerf herder.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt][-] No One has Seen Him Sober In a While. If While Equals the Length of Anakin Skywalker’s Lifespan.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt][-] He Does all the Drugs.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt][-] He Thinks He’s Good at Gambling. He’s Not.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt][-] He’s Got the Shakes in His Shooting Hand.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt][-] Did I Mention He’s an nerf herder?[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]APPEARANCE:[/SIZE]
![lHsXo7x.png](https://i.imgur.com/lHsXo7x.png)
[SIZE=11pt]BIOGRAPHY:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]If you listened to enough of his drunken ramblings, you can piece together something:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Born into an okay family, real boring growing up. Enlisted in the army, or at least what his parents would allow him. Got good at shooting, left the army to go do shooting for a job. Along the way, picked up many women, found a wife. She left him with nothing but a few addictions and a sour taste in his mouth. Picked up a few more women, and a few blast marks in his body, a baby girl left on his doorstep, if he ever had a doorstep to call his own. Raised her, begrudgingly and poorly. Kept shooting, but slowly his aim got worse, and his money got small. Jobs didn’t come around so much, spent more time looking down the end of a bottle instead of a gunsight. Now his daughter drags his ass along, rather than let him rot in a dumpster like he ought to be doing. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]SHIP:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]If he had one he would have sold it by now.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]KILLS:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]None.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]ROLE-PLAYS:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]As if I’ll keep track of this.[/SIZE]