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Name: Lork Richards.
Faction: None.
Rank: Smuggler/Con man.
Species: Correlian.
Age: 68.
Sex: Male.
Height: 6'1.
Weight: 203 lbs.
Eyes: Blue.
Hair: Grey.
Skin: Caucasian.
Force sensitive: Nope.
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Strengths and weaknesses:
+Persuasive. He can definitely talk his way out of almost anything.
+Expert pilot. Years of smuggling and flying tends to help you out.
-Smoker. He's got an addiction alright, which ain't too good on the lungs.
-Frail. His bones ain't like what they used to be.
Appearance: A rather tall elderly man who wears a brown leather jacket, black boots, and cargo pants and black goggles.
Biography: Lork Richards was born on the planet of Correlia. He was raised to obey the law and his elders...that didn't happen. He spent most of his childhood stealing from stores, smoking spice, and pick-pocketing. He abandoned his home at the age of sixteen, venturing out into the galaxy. From there, he met a mob-boss, who he received a smuggling job which he would be foolish if he did not take it...or at least that was what he thought. He ended up failing to complete a job in time, which led to the Mob-boss placing a hit on him. However, Lork was not left completely defenseless. He grew fond of his personal weapon, the DL-22, due to it being concealable. He ended up being forced to shoot down most bounty hunters...AKA the people he assumed were bounty hunters. He then finally managed to stay under the radar, angering the impatient mob-boss. After a year of paying people to keep him hidden in their homes or cellars, the crime-boss foolishly let his guard down, sending out half of his guards to search for Lork. After several more years of hunting, Lork finally managed to track down the man who had placed the bounty on him. The man went down with a single shot to the back, obviously deceased. He then continued to search the galaxy, continuing to keep his occupation of a illegal smuggler.
Ship: The Blood Leech.
Faction: None.
Rank: Smuggler/Con man.
Species: Correlian.
Age: 68.
Sex: Male.
Height: 6'1.
Weight: 203 lbs.
Eyes: Blue.
Hair: Grey.
Skin: Caucasian.
Force sensitive: Nope.
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Strengths and weaknesses:
+Persuasive. He can definitely talk his way out of almost anything.
+Expert pilot. Years of smuggling and flying tends to help you out.
-Smoker. He's got an addiction alright, which ain't too good on the lungs.
-Frail. His bones ain't like what they used to be.
Appearance: A rather tall elderly man who wears a brown leather jacket, black boots, and cargo pants and black goggles.
Biography: Lork Richards was born on the planet of Correlia. He was raised to obey the law and his elders...that didn't happen. He spent most of his childhood stealing from stores, smoking spice, and pick-pocketing. He abandoned his home at the age of sixteen, venturing out into the galaxy. From there, he met a mob-boss, who he received a smuggling job which he would be foolish if he did not take it...or at least that was what he thought. He ended up failing to complete a job in time, which led to the Mob-boss placing a hit on him. However, Lork was not left completely defenseless. He grew fond of his personal weapon, the DL-22, due to it being concealable. He ended up being forced to shoot down most bounty hunters...AKA the people he assumed were bounty hunters. He then finally managed to stay under the radar, angering the impatient mob-boss. After a year of paying people to keep him hidden in their homes or cellars, the crime-boss foolishly let his guard down, sending out half of his guards to search for Lork. After several more years of hunting, Lork finally managed to track down the man who had placed the bounty on him. The man went down with a single shot to the back, obviously deceased. He then continued to search the galaxy, continuing to keep his occupation of a illegal smuggler.
Ship: The Blood Leech.