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Character Jethyk "Croaker" Hoon, Combat Medic

Croaker


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NAME: Jethyk Hoon

FACTION: None

RANK: Mercenary

SPECIES: Besalisk

AGE: 49

SEX: Male

HEIGHT: 7'2"

WEIGHT: 300lbs

EYES: Orange topaz

HAIR: Bistre, Long

SKIN: Aquamarine

FORCE SENSITIVE: No



Four Arms with practical quadridexterity means he can shoot and sew at the same time, or something. Really good at knitting.

Battlefield medicine with decades of service might suggest a fair ability to patch up soldiers while putting holes in others.

Height and toned thickness makes most wary and some regretful. Can carry packs for two or three of the regulars when so disposed.

Also, makes one easier to hit and more likely to be shot at.

Also also, most armor and clothes have to be custom made, can't pick up any old detritus.

Unambitious, floating wherever the solar winds blow. Contentment is a slow death.

Morally grey, natural for a merc, not so great when a sliver of conscience remains.

APPEARANCE:
The crafty, mottled blue-green hulk with a proud wattle might be fearsome unless one knows that cranky besalisk usually plays the odds and doesn't seek confrontation. Orange eyes with the myriad facets of gemstone sit under a hard three pronged crest fading into swamp brown hair falling mid-back. Three fingers per hand are made up by extra hands. Though barely middle, thick skin is a little more wrinkled and leathery from stress, if one knew what to look for. Maxillary and vomerine teeth complete with fangs would make for a scary bite if one had a taste for any of the sentient species. Med-kits, supplies, blaster, scattergun, bacta grenades and the regular kind are worn like a second skin and barely noticed except for maintenance and use.

BIOGRAPHY:
Stuck on a dull, backwater planet until mid adolescence, he lied about his age, not that anyone cared, and signed up with the first crew that would take him away. It was his good fortune to be taken under the wing of a medicine man, proficient in the trade, that taught him the craft and the ways of the galaxy. Hard headed, he later signed up with the army under delusions of adventure and being a hero before going AWOL. The hard way is often the quickest path to learn; good and evil are perspective and heroics are for the dead. Still wanderlust and adventure wouldn't be beaten out of him. Not exactly a coward but survivor of many battles, he ascribes to a sense of brotherhood, only moving on when such is disbanded or all the brothers dead. He's been Croaker as long as he can remember for various and obvious reasons, birth name forgotten and only registered in a few databases.

SHIP:
N/A

KILLS:
N/A

BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A



ROLE-PLAYS:
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