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Character
Name: Mikoron Hearth
Age: Twenty-Three
Faction: N/A
Race: Human
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Homeworld: Mustafar
Occupation: Ore Miner/Space Trucker
Sex: Male
Eyes: Hazel
Height: 6'0
Weight: 186 LBS
Force Sensitive: N/A
Physical Description: Sun kissed skin and an average build have made Miko just another face in the crowd on most worlds. His hair is a dark chocolate shade of brown, straight and largely unkempt. He's not a short man, nor is he entirely tall, just slightly above the average, something that's been a bit of an issue given his profession. His jawline is somewhat defined, and he rarely takes the time to shave his curly beard. It would be longer, but sometimes things catch on fire on Mustafar...
Strengths
Handyman: Miko's work depends on his ability to keep things from falling apart. Miko can understand and repair most things, ranging from datapads to small dropships.
Pilot: Flying is the majority of his work. Starships ranging from snub fighters to military shuttles are all in his repertoire.
Sharp Eyes: Sighting target locations within the heavy smoke of Mustafar's atmosphere is a difficult task - especially when your ship has no external sensors designed for such a thing. Miko's eyesight has adapted to accommodate.
Weaknesses
Bright Lights: Mustafar is a dark place. The atmosphere is constantly choked with volcanic ash, and almost all natural light comes from the volcanoes themselves. Even the civilian facilities tend to be dimly lit. Bright pale light - such as the kind used in hospitals - will disorient and possibly blind him for a few moments.
Lazy: When you spend sixteen hours in the day sitting in a chair, you'll be a bit lax too.
Lacking in knowledge: Mustafar is one of those worlds that hasn't been touched much in recent times. Schooling isn't exactly important on a world built around mining. Miko knows the basics: Mathematics, Science, Language - what he does not know is history. The words Jedi and Sith mean relatively nothing to him. All he's heard of the two groups are old ghost tales. The existence of the Galactic Republic and the various other galactic powers are largely unknown to him; all he knows of them come from traders' passing words.
Biography: Life on Mustafar is rather simple. Work for the Mustafarians, keep your nose out of trouble, learn to fix your own tech, look out for everyone else who isn't a Mustafarian. Miko learned this all very early on, being the son of two human miners whose parents were miners, their parents miners, and so on. His family served the Mustafarian mining masters faithfully; the natives treated them well, though their pay wasn't exactly generous.
The human population on Mustafar is very small. Miko attended schooling with mostly Mustafarians and often faced prejudice from the native species for his human heritage. The human children learned to band together, and Miko steadily developed a stigma toward the insectoid race.
When his teenage years began, Miko took to working with his father as a miner. Humans are not built to survive Mustafar's scathing heat like the natives, and as such must wear heat suits to withstand the flames. Miko and his father would don these heavy, awkward suits and dive into the lava flows, searching for rare ore beneath the orange tides. His mother would fly over them in their dropship, serving as a lifeline for her family.
Soon after he began mining, a Mustafarian taskmaster took a liking to Miko. He took the boy under his wing and made him his assistant. The job paid well, and Mikos was out of the dangers of the lava flows; his parents wholly approved. Serving under the Mustafarian, Miko found his innate talent for flying, becoming the Mustafarian's personal pilot in flights across the planet.
When he reached adulthood, his father passed away due to a lung disease brought on by Mustafar's smoky skies. His mother, wrought with grief, took her own life soon after, leaving Miko with their small home and the rickety shuttle. Left with two heat suits and a barely hyperspace capable vessel, Miko saw a chance to see the stars. He agreed to haul the valuable ore to worlds across the galaxy and split the profits with his Mustafarian benefactor.
Given a purpose, the youth set out into parts unknown to make his fortune...
