Name: Cirrus Saint.
Faction: None. Just a treasure seeker/grave robber.
Rank: Criminal/Scoundrel.
Species: Correlian.
Age: 32.
Sex: Male.
Height: 5'11.
Weight: 198 lbs.
Eyes: Brown.
Hair: Brown.
Skin: Caucasian.
Force sensitive: Negative.
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Strengths and weaknesses:
+Gunfighter. A unbelievably good marksman.
+Street smart. He ain't too fond of brain education or whatever ya call it.
-Smoker. The tobacco it ain't healthy, man.
-Racist. Correlians only, all day every day.
Appearance: A medium-sized man with barely any facial hair. He possesses long brown hair and rotting and disgusting teeth.
Biography: Born of Correlia, of course. Cirrus was a decent kid but was constantly involved in fighting, mainly due to his ignorance and prejudice. He was taught how to fire a weapon at a young age, eventually developing a passion for slugthrowers. By the age of eighteen, he was smoking cigars every day and mainly getting drunk...all while attempting to discover ancient jewels or something. He now continues to roam the cold depths of space, searching for anything he can make some credits off of.
Ship: The Fool's Paradise.
Faction: None. Just a treasure seeker/grave robber.
Rank: Criminal/Scoundrel.
Species: Correlian.
Age: 32.
Sex: Male.
Height: 5'11.
Weight: 198 lbs.
Eyes: Brown.
Hair: Brown.
Skin: Caucasian.
Force sensitive: Negative.
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Strengths and weaknesses:
+Gunfighter. A unbelievably good marksman.
+Street smart. He ain't too fond of brain education or whatever ya call it.
-Smoker. The tobacco it ain't healthy, man.
-Racist. Correlians only, all day every day.
Appearance: A medium-sized man with barely any facial hair. He possesses long brown hair and rotting and disgusting teeth.
Biography: Born of Correlia, of course. Cirrus was a decent kid but was constantly involved in fighting, mainly due to his ignorance and prejudice. He was taught how to fire a weapon at a young age, eventually developing a passion for slugthrowers. By the age of eighteen, he was smoking cigars every day and mainly getting drunk...all while attempting to discover ancient jewels or something. He now continues to roam the cold depths of space, searching for anything he can make some credits off of.
Ship: The Fool's Paradise.