Racket
Chew Toy
NAME: Racket
FACTION: Whoever, whenever it suits him. Mainly Omega Prye
RANK: Pilot, Merchant, Once upon a time Republic Pilot, Smuggler.
SPECIES: Cathar, distant sub species
AGE: 255
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 4 ft
WEIGHT: 55lbs
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Brown
SKIN: Brown hair
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
-Heightened sense of smell
- Groes more Insane with age
- No fear of death
- One of the best pilots in the Galaxy
- Familiar with almost all weapons
-Bulls eye shot
-Durable for his body size
-Love of fire and explosions
-Loves to kill in the name of "justice". Yeah, Racket Justice.
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-No force abilities
-Has an awful temper
-Hates being petted
-Says whatever comes to mind, lowdly
-Alcoholic
-Smoker
-Strength, who needs it when I have cannons for guns. (means it literally)
-Hates droids!
SHIP:
Deciding.....
BIOGRAPHY:
Drifting merchant, Smuggler, Sith Pilot, Omega Pilot, and Republic Pilot Racket has found a way to get his hand in just about everything from being the commander of a low life pirate vessel to the pilot in the republic special force division.
His race rejected him for being what he was and refused to put him through any kind of training but that didn't stop him from succeeding. Hoping an off world transport as a young boy was just the beginning of the crazy adventures for this young cathar cross breed. Throughout his early years Racket traveled the Universe until reaching a planet where he blended in for the first time in his life. Nar Shaddaa became his home for thirty five years while he worked on the welding crew's that built Vertical Cities. Seeing his life as a waist for the poodoo hole of a world that was filled with corruption and death.
In the years that followed he bounced around pirate vessels, fought for the republic using forged documents and never receiving pay (he stole enough in the end that he became rich, bought an armada of vessels and became an entrepreneur as well as pirate, and eventually joined Omega Pyre's side so that he didn't have to join a side. Some how he always finds himself broke just so he can continue to steal with cause.
Now a days Racket does as he pleases. No care in the world brushes his mind while he scowers the universe finding himself in any situation where he can lie, cheat, kill, steal, and his personal favorite pleasure..... Blow Stuff UP.
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Wookie Fur trade.
The cigarette felt good between his lips but the drag going into his lunges felt even better. Silence filled the hut and that's the way it had to stay. A wookie layed on a mat that could cover rackets body 8 times over. It had turned more into sport for Racket now then anything. "three, two one,' Racket counted too quickly for other species to hear when he became excited. Running with scissors was just a bonus to the way of acquiring the fur that sold on the black market of Corriban. His feet took off moving his body which was two thirds legs. Flying around the room snipping hair from all over the mamoths body was as bad of an idea as downing the bottle of Mandolorian whiskey before entering the Wookies hut.
"ROOOOAAARRR!!"
"AAHHHHH! It's ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" was all that could be heard as he ran screaching out of the room in the blink of an eye. Snips of hair falling out of the bag leaving a trail to his ship.....
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KILLS:
To many NPC's to count.
Roche - Over fifty Mando's
