Julius Miguel
Freedom Fighter
"They offered us security and a blanket full of Rakghoul".
Julius Miguel
Age: 26
Affiliation: Liberty
Height: 5'10
Weight: 210
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black
Skin: Light Brown
Force: Just from his gun.
Pros and cons:
- Powerful and charismatic public speaker.
- Sharp aim and excellent marksmen skills.
- Self educated. Knows a lot about politics.
-Extremist, and like all extremist is stubborn and will see his demise.
- Substance plagues his life. He enjoys spice and booze all the time.
- No filter.
Appearance:
He is a tan, aggressive looking soul. It is almost possible to find comfort in his determined face and ambitious eyes, dark eyes. He has a well kept gotee and sports a low matinece crew cut, often concealed by a stocking hat or some other headwear. Very observant, his eyes often are examining something closely. He looks like what he is, a revolutionary.
Exert from his writings:
Born and raised on Kuat, I had freedom instilled in me. A region affiliated with the Republic it was, but political division was relevant. It's relevant in any industrial influenced territory.
That's the whole galaxy.
My Father was product of the working class. He built ships for the Republic. He used to come home everyday and sit at the dinner table. He worked long, ornery hours. It used to make my Mother livid.
"What reason do you have to be happy, we are struggling and you don't have the courage to abandon your irrelevant, under compensated job."
He used to turn to her and say:
"Nothing is under compensated in the name of liberty."
My father was my inspiration. Liberty was potent in our brains. My peers used to say I had and 'fetish for liberty, a fiscal obsession and an aggressive temperament'. I can't deny the remarks, so I embrace and supplement them. The goal of my childhood was to enhance my social and political comprehension; defend liberty by any means.
It was a brisk morning when I awoken to my Mother crying. I rapidly woken from quietus to a converting point in my life. My father was dead, an imperialist frag the cause. This only amplified my mission.
I've seen Jedi brutally assault protesters, The republic is just the lesser of two evils. I finally saved enough credits to leave my home planet, the mission is the same. The scale is just that more precise.