Chee'Rar
Character
Name: Chee'Rar, goes by Slag.
Species: Twi'lek
Sub-Race: Lethan
Faction: Mandalorian
Rank: Grunt
Place of Birth: Unknown.
Time of birth: Unknown.
Height: 7'0.
Weight: 250.
Sex: Male.
Eyes: Violet.
Hair: None, Tattooed Lekku.
Skin Color: Crimson Red.
Force sensitive: NOPE
Weakness and Strengths: An exceptional melee fighter, wields a large Vibroblade. Solid at a range as well. Unable to keep up with faster moving opponents, can be top heavy. Is easy to anger. Positive traits: Willing to go out of his way for people he cares about, Honorable, Has a strong ideal in praying and making offerings to Kad Har'rangir.
Negative traits: Easy to be enraged, talk to him nice or don't talk to him at all, has been known to break his own word, falls into the trap of dangerous narcotics too often than not.
Appearance: Slag is an imposing, Muscular bruiser of a Twi'lek. And true to Bruiser tradition, he's more than happy to through his weight around. Armored to the teeth in Obsidian plated Besk'ar, a jetpack and even a specially made helmet with ports at the very back of his cranium to holster his Lekku in protective woven sleeves that are light and weightless. One must not forget his weapon of choice as well. The Vercopa Mirdri, is a beskar woven long sword. However with various 'adjustments' installations and painstaking tests it's been outfitted to deal with a wide array of "Problems."
Personality: Call him what you want, he doesn't care. He's a drunk? Perhaps, he's a druggie. Maybe, he's a vicious cereal killer and sensual deviant. You can bet your tussie he just might be. But he won't tell you that, you know what he will tell you? That he's a Mandalorian first, and whatever other title you want to pin on him doesn't matter. Though while the concept of being a Mando'ade comes with a sense of honor and pride; he privately clings to the old ways, the savage ways. The methods that brought days when Mandalorians raided and raised planets, the days when their enemies would shake in their boots at the just the utterance of the Murderous warriors. But those days are gone, and now he has to conform. Or be forgotten, still he's clung to religion and traditions, his ancestor and namesake would be proud. An avid follower of Kad Har'rangir. he believes Death is the only certain thing in this life, and the next. . . .Which is fitting in this day of age, as death is the only thing gladly given for free.
Bio: Not much is to be said, his past is only told to the people he trusts. If he doesn't trust you, he might shoot you. but interestingly enough he did start his career off as a freelance mercenary serving the Empire, however as of now. He's loyal to which ever side pays him the best, still refraining to have his missions conflict with his brothers in arms.
Kills and bounties, will have to be assorted in the future, this file is currently unavailable.
Species: Twi'lek
Sub-Race: Lethan
Faction: Mandalorian
Rank: Grunt
Place of Birth: Unknown.
Time of birth: Unknown.
Height: 7'0.
Weight: 250.
Sex: Male.
Eyes: Violet.
Hair: None, Tattooed Lekku.
Skin Color: Crimson Red.
Force sensitive: NOPE
Weakness and Strengths: An exceptional melee fighter, wields a large Vibroblade. Solid at a range as well. Unable to keep up with faster moving opponents, can be top heavy. Is easy to anger. Positive traits: Willing to go out of his way for people he cares about, Honorable, Has a strong ideal in praying and making offerings to Kad Har'rangir.
Negative traits: Easy to be enraged, talk to him nice or don't talk to him at all, has been known to break his own word, falls into the trap of dangerous narcotics too often than not.
Appearance: Slag is an imposing, Muscular bruiser of a Twi'lek. And true to Bruiser tradition, he's more than happy to through his weight around. Armored to the teeth in Obsidian plated Besk'ar, a jetpack and even a specially made helmet with ports at the very back of his cranium to holster his Lekku in protective woven sleeves that are light and weightless. One must not forget his weapon of choice as well. The Vercopa Mirdri, is a beskar woven long sword. However with various 'adjustments' installations and painstaking tests it's been outfitted to deal with a wide array of "Problems."
Personality: Call him what you want, he doesn't care. He's a drunk? Perhaps, he's a druggie. Maybe, he's a vicious cereal killer and sensual deviant. You can bet your tussie he just might be. But he won't tell you that, you know what he will tell you? That he's a Mandalorian first, and whatever other title you want to pin on him doesn't matter. Though while the concept of being a Mando'ade comes with a sense of honor and pride; he privately clings to the old ways, the savage ways. The methods that brought days when Mandalorians raided and raised planets, the days when their enemies would shake in their boots at the just the utterance of the Murderous warriors. But those days are gone, and now he has to conform. Or be forgotten, still he's clung to religion and traditions, his ancestor and namesake would be proud. An avid follower of Kad Har'rangir. he believes Death is the only certain thing in this life, and the next. . . .Which is fitting in this day of age, as death is the only thing gladly given for free.
Bio: Not much is to be said, his past is only told to the people he trusts. If he doesn't trust you, he might shoot you. but interestingly enough he did start his career off as a freelance mercenary serving the Empire, however as of now. He's loyal to which ever side pays him the best, still refraining to have his missions conflict with his brothers in arms.
Kills and bounties, will have to be assorted in the future, this file is currently unavailable.
