The Admiralty
Daro Tarsi
"Money, money, money..."
"Money, money, money..."
BASIC INFORMATION
- Name: Daro Tarsi
- Alias: That Ol' Bastard; Two-Loop; Digi-Pinky.
- Species: Human
- Races: Dregs of Nar Shaddaa.
- Age: Young enough to lodge this boot up your-
- Height: 1.88m
- Weight: 82kg
- Eye Color: Brown
- Hair Color: Brown
- Skin Pigmentation: Copper.
- Face Claim: Benicio Del Toro as DJ from Last Jedi.
- Theme Song: Devils Got You Beat.
- Force Sensitive: N
- Himself.
- Significant Other: N/A
- Siblings: N/A
- Offspring: N/A
- Extended Family: N/A
(+) Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy: Maestro of the Holo, God of Code, Mad Genius, these are all titles... Daro refers himself as. Once the ego is pushed to the side one realizes that Daro is frighteningly good at what he does. A lifetime of experience to draw from there aren't many security systems or problems that he can't solve with some quick and creative thinking, maybe some right tools (some of which he has made himself) and a decent amount of time.
(+) Red Right Hand: Even now Daro can throw a mean right hook. Well, this is mostly because his right hand is a prosthetic, but that's besides the point. A lifetime of crime and dodging Mr. Johnny Law has given him an array of cybernetics, there ain't a part of his body that isn't replaced or at least enhanced. (Ladies)
(-) The Coming Storm: The reliance on cybernetics does make him far more sensitive to ion weaponry and the sort. Reactions range from allergies to headaches to death. Probably.
(-) Combat: No, look, Daro really isn't the one you want guarding your back. He'd sooner run or hide, before getting himself into a real fight. If he can punch someone in the throat when they aren't aware? Awesome. If not... well, then you don't really have a lot of use for this one.
(-) Booze: He finds solace and peace in the drink. As a result spending too long without a drink will make his hands shake, his vision blurry, not a good time.
(-) Old Man: Enough said.
BIOGRAPHY
Women were loved, people died, friendships betrayed, this ain't a life easily condensed in a few paragraphs, alright?
Just trust in that.
