NAME: Mallick Rel
FACTION: Black Bha'lir, unofficially the Confederacy of Independent Systems
RANK: Criminal.
SPECIES: Human, Corellian.
AGE: 34
SEX: Male.
HEIGHT: 6'
WEIGHT: 160 lbs.
EYES: Brown.
HAIR: Brown.
SKIN: Tanned.
FORCE SENSITIVE: God no.
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES :
+ Ace Pilot. Seriously: No one matches this guy in the Pilot seat, if he can help it. Too many people these days rely on the Force to give them an edge in flight, and to Mallick, that just ain't right. It takes skill, grit, and a whole lot of luck to get this good. He has reflexes that have been honed over decades, through flight academies, and via sheer experience. By any metric, he is no slouch.
+ Guns are kinda my thing: While he is hardly a melee combatant (he'll fistfight you in a heartbeat, but get that lightsaber crap outta here), Mallick is a beast with blasters and other firearms. Fast hands and a Keen eye make him deadly at range, which is exactly where he keeps most people.
+/- Seductive Reasoning: Mallick will hit on anything that moves. Man, woman, or Droid (hell, even the occasional Geonosian, some say), no one is safe from his wiles. Yeah. Something like that.
+/- Epic Conversationalist: Though it can get him in trouble at times, Mallick is a deft talker and can get people incredibly comfortable with him, incredibly quickly. Often people warm to him and say too much, or reveal things they probably shouldn't; but half the time, with the wrong person, Mallick can also touch a nerve and exacerbate a very, very bad situation.
- Addict: Spice, Glitterstim, Deathsticks, Alcohol- if it can give him a rush, a thrill, or a high, Mallick goes out of his way to hop himself up as often as possible. A regular adrenaline junkie, he will do things that are exceptionally dangerous just for the kicks.
- Bad Touch: A long history with scorned lovers has left a trail of broken hearts behind the enigmatic pilot, and while he's the self-proclaimed best there is in the sky, he often finds himself on the run when he's on the ground. Be it Bounties on his head from women who claim he's the father of a child, or men who claim he stole their best silverware and hawked it, he's both a Cassanova and a skilled Con man.
APPEARANCE:
Tall, dark, handsom- wait, you want me to be honest here? Isn't this information public? Fine. I'm 6' even, could stand to gain a few pounds of muscle, my hair's brown and my eyes are too, and the ladies absolutely love me. Ahahaha... and so do the guys.
BIOGRAPHY: I was born on Corellia to a standard family, but I didn't like them much, so I left.
Anticlimactic? What were you expecting, "I killed my mother and father when I was young" or some other edgy huttspit? I'm a lover, not a fighter.
Seriously.
So, after I left, I got pulled into the Republic flight academy. Half of that was because I loved flying, and the other half was because of the draft. Mostly the draft. I don't like taking orders much. Anyway, after I scraped through that, I defected from the Republic to start smuggling, and I made a little name for myself along the outer rim, and with the Hutts. They were not my favorite customers, but they paid well.
After a few years of flying casual, I made it to the Tingel Arm, where I started flying as a vigilante pilot. Everyone's got something they care about, right? Now here I am, some kind of big damn hero.
Or something.
SHIP:
Corellian YT-2400
KILLS:
Soon.
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
I'm not a Bounty Hunter.
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ROLE-PLAYS:
Soon.
FACTION: Black Bha'lir, unofficially the Confederacy of Independent Systems
RANK: Criminal.
SPECIES: Human, Corellian.
AGE: 34
SEX: Male.
HEIGHT: 6'
WEIGHT: 160 lbs.
EYES: Brown.
HAIR: Brown.
SKIN: Tanned.
FORCE SENSITIVE: God no.
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES :
+ Ace Pilot. Seriously: No one matches this guy in the Pilot seat, if he can help it. Too many people these days rely on the Force to give them an edge in flight, and to Mallick, that just ain't right. It takes skill, grit, and a whole lot of luck to get this good. He has reflexes that have been honed over decades, through flight academies, and via sheer experience. By any metric, he is no slouch.
+ Guns are kinda my thing: While he is hardly a melee combatant (he'll fistfight you in a heartbeat, but get that lightsaber crap outta here), Mallick is a beast with blasters and other firearms. Fast hands and a Keen eye make him deadly at range, which is exactly where he keeps most people.
+/- Seductive Reasoning: Mallick will hit on anything that moves. Man, woman, or Droid (hell, even the occasional Geonosian, some say), no one is safe from his wiles. Yeah. Something like that.
+/- Epic Conversationalist: Though it can get him in trouble at times, Mallick is a deft talker and can get people incredibly comfortable with him, incredibly quickly. Often people warm to him and say too much, or reveal things they probably shouldn't; but half the time, with the wrong person, Mallick can also touch a nerve and exacerbate a very, very bad situation.
- Addict: Spice, Glitterstim, Deathsticks, Alcohol- if it can give him a rush, a thrill, or a high, Mallick goes out of his way to hop himself up as often as possible. A regular adrenaline junkie, he will do things that are exceptionally dangerous just for the kicks.
- Bad Touch: A long history with scorned lovers has left a trail of broken hearts behind the enigmatic pilot, and while he's the self-proclaimed best there is in the sky, he often finds himself on the run when he's on the ground. Be it Bounties on his head from women who claim he's the father of a child, or men who claim he stole their best silverware and hawked it, he's both a Cassanova and a skilled Con man.
APPEARANCE:
Tall, dark, handsom- wait, you want me to be honest here? Isn't this information public? Fine. I'm 6' even, could stand to gain a few pounds of muscle, my hair's brown and my eyes are too, and the ladies absolutely love me. Ahahaha... and so do the guys.
BIOGRAPHY: I was born on Corellia to a standard family, but I didn't like them much, so I left.
Anticlimactic? What were you expecting, "I killed my mother and father when I was young" or some other edgy huttspit? I'm a lover, not a fighter.
Seriously.
So, after I left, I got pulled into the Republic flight academy. Half of that was because I loved flying, and the other half was because of the draft. Mostly the draft. I don't like taking orders much. Anyway, after I scraped through that, I defected from the Republic to start smuggling, and I made a little name for myself along the outer rim, and with the Hutts. They were not my favorite customers, but they paid well.
After a few years of flying casual, I made it to the Tingel Arm, where I started flying as a vigilante pilot. Everyone's got something they care about, right? Now here I am, some kind of big damn hero.
Or something.
SHIP:
Corellian YT-2400
KILLS:
Soon.
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
I'm not a Bounty Hunter.
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ROLE-PLAYS:
Soon.
