Disciple
Dr. What
"Bring your love baby, I can bring my shame.
Bring the drugs baby, I can bring my pain.
I got my heart right here, I got my scars right here."
NAME: Hyenax, 'Nax'
FACTION: Whoever's Hiring
RANK: Vagrant
SPECIES: Star Wars is filled with many different species, so choose wisely.
AGE: 19
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 5' 11''
WEIGHT: 195 lbs
EYES: Amber
HAIR: Light brown
SKIN: Bronzed
FORCE SENSITIVE: Kark no
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
+ Fixer: He fixes computers, speeders, ships and people.
+ Vagrant: He's at home in the gutters of worlds, and generally doesn't draw attention to himself.
- Trapped: If he ever feels trapped, he panics. Poorly.
- Stubborn: He'd sooner get his nose broken than apologize.
APPEARANCE:
Lean and above average in height, Nax would likely look every bit the teenager he is were it not for two problems; he's got glare-tan in the shape of goggles around his eyes, and he's got two scars running from the edges of his lips, giving him a scar-tissue smile. His amber eyes are alert, unconsciously scanning everyone and everything around him in an almost paranoid manner. His brown hair is lightened by his time in the sun, and usually kept in at least a semblance of a decent haircut.
If not in armor, which is a rarity, he usually favors darker clothes or faded disused-pattern camo jackets that give him an undeniably vagrant look. Ultimately, that's the best word to describe him; vagrant. He looks and acts like a drifter, and is more likely than not a criminal of some sort, given the fact his body always seems coiled like a tightly wound Corellian Sand Panther.
BIOGRAPHY:
Born on Tatooine to a moisture farmer, much of his youth was spent supporting the family by doing maintenance work on speeders, moisture-gatherers and other associated equipment. Traveling at a young age across the dunes of the desert planet, he developed a notable tan that was aggravated to near red levels around where his glare goggles rested over his eyes. His ultimate hope was to get a job as a mechanic at one of the starports scattered across the few cities on the planet, eventually hoping to save up enough to get off world.
But one doesn't grow up on Tatooine without getting involved in Arceneau Trade in some manner, and that's where Nax's life took a turn for the worse. By the time he turned into a legal adult, he had been able to get a job at the starport, running maintenance on the ships that came through. Most were traders, smugglers and the assorted ne'er-do-wells one comes to expect from the Outer Rim, and a good deal were involved in business with ATC.
Approached one day by a Trandoshan looking to get revenge on one of the pilots and in desperate need of credits, Nax agreed to let the alien into the hangar once the trader returned for the day. It was hardly a secret to know that things were going to go poorly for the Sullustan, but Nax tried to insulate himself by not asking names or what their business together was. You didn't get far in Mos Eisley asking too many questions.
So when the blaster went off, he wasn't surprised, but he was surprised to find the Sullustan running out with a Wookiee child in tow, clearly anticipating more Trandoshan's coming to hunt them down. Hiding behind a crate, Nax slipped onto the ship and made for the cargo hold. The Trandoshan was dead, so he wasn't getting paid, which meant he was going to have to make up that monetary gap somewhere. What better way than stealing from crates likely slated to go to ATC.
Taking the armor off the Trandoshan along with a pair of Rippers and a bundle of ammo, he took the cred chit the alien had along with a few valuables and got the kark out ofDodge Mos Eisley - with the stolen freighter.
One he quickly abandoned on Nar Shaddaa because that was the best place to leave stolen anything.
SHIP:
KILLS:
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
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ROLE-PLAYS:
Bring the drugs baby, I can bring my pain.
I got my heart right here, I got my scars right here."
NAME: Hyenax, 'Nax'
FACTION: Whoever's Hiring
RANK: Vagrant
SPECIES: Star Wars is filled with many different species, so choose wisely.
AGE: 19
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 5' 11''
WEIGHT: 195 lbs
EYES: Amber
HAIR: Light brown
SKIN: Bronzed
FORCE SENSITIVE: Kark no
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
+ Fixer: He fixes computers, speeders, ships and people.
+ Vagrant: He's at home in the gutters of worlds, and generally doesn't draw attention to himself.
- Trapped: If he ever feels trapped, he panics. Poorly.
- Stubborn: He'd sooner get his nose broken than apologize.
APPEARANCE:
Lean and above average in height, Nax would likely look every bit the teenager he is were it not for two problems; he's got glare-tan in the shape of goggles around his eyes, and he's got two scars running from the edges of his lips, giving him a scar-tissue smile. His amber eyes are alert, unconsciously scanning everyone and everything around him in an almost paranoid manner. His brown hair is lightened by his time in the sun, and usually kept in at least a semblance of a decent haircut.
If not in armor, which is a rarity, he usually favors darker clothes or faded disused-pattern camo jackets that give him an undeniably vagrant look. Ultimately, that's the best word to describe him; vagrant. He looks and acts like a drifter, and is more likely than not a criminal of some sort, given the fact his body always seems coiled like a tightly wound Corellian Sand Panther.
BIOGRAPHY:
Born on Tatooine to a moisture farmer, much of his youth was spent supporting the family by doing maintenance work on speeders, moisture-gatherers and other associated equipment. Traveling at a young age across the dunes of the desert planet, he developed a notable tan that was aggravated to near red levels around where his glare goggles rested over his eyes. His ultimate hope was to get a job as a mechanic at one of the starports scattered across the few cities on the planet, eventually hoping to save up enough to get off world.
But one doesn't grow up on Tatooine without getting involved in Arceneau Trade in some manner, and that's where Nax's life took a turn for the worse. By the time he turned into a legal adult, he had been able to get a job at the starport, running maintenance on the ships that came through. Most were traders, smugglers and the assorted ne'er-do-wells one comes to expect from the Outer Rim, and a good deal were involved in business with ATC.
Approached one day by a Trandoshan looking to get revenge on one of the pilots and in desperate need of credits, Nax agreed to let the alien into the hangar once the trader returned for the day. It was hardly a secret to know that things were going to go poorly for the Sullustan, but Nax tried to insulate himself by not asking names or what their business together was. You didn't get far in Mos Eisley asking too many questions.
So when the blaster went off, he wasn't surprised, but he was surprised to find the Sullustan running out with a Wookiee child in tow, clearly anticipating more Trandoshan's coming to hunt them down. Hiding behind a crate, Nax slipped onto the ship and made for the cargo hold. The Trandoshan was dead, so he wasn't getting paid, which meant he was going to have to make up that monetary gap somewhere. What better way than stealing from crates likely slated to go to ATC.
Taking the armor off the Trandoshan along with a pair of Rippers and a bundle of ammo, he took the cred chit the alien had along with a few valuables and got the kark out of
One he quickly abandoned on Nar Shaddaa because that was the best place to leave stolen anything.
SHIP:
KILLS:
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
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ROLE-PLAYS: