NAME: Cornelius Zanders
FACTION: CFR (Correllian Fried Rancor)
RANK: Master of the force, owner, and proprietor of CFR.
SPECIES: Primarily human, but a descendant of old sith royalty.
AGE: 32
SEX: Man
HEIGHT: 6'3
WEIGHT: 185 lbs
EYES: Light Brown
HAIR: White as a freshly floured rancor.
SKIN: Tan as the skin of freshly fried rancor.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes, Cornelius is a nexus for force energy and controls it effortlessly.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
While you may not believe it, Cornelius does indeed have weaknesses. For one, he has the uncontrollable urge to try and seduce everything with a pulse, including himself. This led to many problems in his early years while he was becoming a seasoned rancor hunter. Sadly, another one of his few flaws is the overwhelming love he has for his employees, willing to himself into the frying pan if it means keeping them safe. One strength of his and it is a large one is the ability to perform nearly all hand-to-hand combat techniques known to the galaxy, dues to years spent in isolation and practice. Another strength is the ability to use the force as if it was second nature, able to lift thirty grown men without even raising a hand.
APPEARANCE:
While it is common to see him in his business attire, it is not entirely uncommon for you to see Cornelius without a shirt on. He once went an entire week without realizing he had not put one on. This caused many problems.
BIOGRAPHY:
The pale lord, the flour that speaks, the fried king. Cornelius has many names, but none more powerful than his own.
Found on the desert planet of Tatooine as a baby, he was raised in a family of vicious rancor hunters. He spent his youth hunting the beasts for profit, him and his family selling them to crime lords to be used as pets. Only when he was fifteen did he realize how delicious the rancor could taste. For many nights he slaved in his private kitchen(which he built) trying to discover the perfect recipe for fried rancor. At last, he found it! With the perfect recipe in hand and adventure in mind, he set out over the sands of Tatooine.
He spent time with the sand people, the jawas, learning from them and teaching them how to hunt the rancor(despite it not even being native to Tatooine). When he was twenty-two he discovered something amazing. When he and some tusken raider friends were out and about, they stumbled upon a krayt dragon! It swallowed up his friends and he was left terrified. Just as the beast was about to eat him, he extended his hand in fear but then it happened... a ray of hot, white light shot from his fingers, exploding the krayt dragon in pieces.
With this newfound power, he set off to Corellia, as he heard that was a pretty good place to open a business. The galaxy would know him, they would feel the heat of his frying, and they would love his finger-licking rancor.
SHIP:
N/A
KILLS:
An entire rare sub-species of rancor.
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
ROLE-PLAYS:
N/A
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