Kyren Vance

[Kyren Vance]

KYREN VANCE​

NAME: Kyren Vance
FACTION: The Iron Empire

SPECIES: Human

AGE: 52 human years old

SEX: Male

HEIGHT: 1m90

WEIGHT: 75kg

EYES: A light blue.

HAIR: Dark, raven-colored hair.

SKIN: Pale-skinned.

FORCE SENSITIVE: No.

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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:

STRENGTHS:

• Incredibly skilled gunslinger. Kyren is accurate at short and long ranges.
• Somewhat skilled with a vibroblade.
• A fairly competent pilot, capable of flying certain craft in most situations.

WEAKNESSES:

• A sense of honor, which can be easily exploited against him. Kyren will never kill an unarmed target, unless his orders specifically requires him to. In most cases, he will offer his foe a chance to defend themselves.
• His age has left him slower than the modern soldier.
• His various injuries often cause him pain, which has left him somewhat dependent on alcohol.
• Slow to embrace new technologies, instead relying on his older equipment.

APPEARANCE:
Tall, medium weight, light blue eyes, dark-raven hair and pale skinned. Kyren is clad in light, scorched armor that has seen many battles. He always keeps a blaster pistol at his side, and his trusty rifle on his back, along with a vibroblade. His body, were you to see him nude, is covered in cuts and the remains of blaster bolts. He's also missing two fingers on his left hand (the index and thumb to be precise), though thankfully he shoots with his right.

BIOGRAPHY:
Battle was calling once again.

Kyren was a soldier. From the earliest memories of his father drilling him about honor, to his days serving as a soldier of the Republic. For the entirety of his adult life, he hadn't gone a day without charging his blaster or polishing his tri-light scope. He'd fought and bled for people he'd never met, and gunned down some he'd considered family. He'd visited countless systems, drank at an infinite number of bars and seen the best and worst of what the galaxy's females had to offer...

And yet, he yearned for none of it. Only battle.

The smell of scorched blaster fire. The screams and war chants. The whirring of ships buzzing and twirling through the atmospheres, to their eventual fiery demise. Most men might have fled or soiled themselves, but not him. He delighted in it. Found pleasure in it. He fought for war day and night, and at the resounding victory or tragic defeat, he would seek his next engagement.

Day after day. Month after month. Year after year.

He couldn't pause. Battle was calling once more. Yet despite each conflict he fought, there was only one resounding question which emerged each time...

Would this be the last?

SHIP:
A small shuttle, the only remarkable thing about it being its hypderdrive. Contains enough storage space for Kyren's equipment.

KILLS:
N/A

BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A

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ROLE-PLAYS:
N/A