Ras Klaar

[Ras Klaar]

-GENERAL INFO-

Name: Ras Klaar
Species: Human [Nar Shaddaa]
Sex: [M]
Age: 22

Height: 5'9
Weight: 160 lbs
Eyes: Light Blue/Gray
Hair: Dark Brown
Skin: Light
Occupation: Bounty Hunter, Gang Member
Faction: N/A
Rank: N/A
Force Sensitive: No
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-PERSONAL INFO-

STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES

+ The Soft Side: Ras still hides his true feelings and thoughts behind his attitude of a thug to protect himself, but behind that barrier, he is a caring, sweet guy.
+ "If I Have To Do It": Ras doesn't like making his own decisions too much, so when given orders he'll usually follow them almost blindly.

- The Quiet One: Silent. The man of a few words. Ras' social skills ain't the best ones, mainly because he doesn't talk too much.
- Once A Thug, Always A Thug: Although Ras isn't a full-time member of his gang anymore, he still lives like he is.
- Love: Losing a girlfriend is hard, but when she disappears without a trace? It's a whole new story. Trying to forget her? Ras tries to, but probably never will.

APPEARANCE

Ras is just a bit taller than the average and has a fairly fit body type. His hair is dark brown and his eyes light blue. He usually wears his own custom-made armor built from stolen parts, but rarely wears his helmet when he's not working. The tattoos on his face and right arm are all gang signs.

RELATIONSHIPS

Father: Bad [Barjov Klaar, Deceased]

Mother: Good [Amblia Klaar]

Brother: Bad [Kyrr Klaar]

Girlfriend: Good [Gala'thea/Galatea]

-ITEMS-

Weapons

LD-58 Modular Rifle

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-BACKSTORY- [WIP]

"The Small One" 829 AbY - 845 AbY

Born to a poor family on Nar Shaddaa, Ras' childhood was full of violence, bad role models and mindsets. His parents were both gang members and the relationships Ras had with them weren't the best ones ever. His mother clearly cared more about her children than his abusive father did and she wanted to make sure the two young boys would never be members of the gang, just to keep them safe. And alive.

Despite their mother's actions, Ras and his brother were already absorbing the mindset the people around them had. They were getting into fights with the other young members of the gang and stole to earn their daily credits. Ras also started to practice shooting with a small blaster he got from his brother. It was a thing he could do for hours. Just shooting at bottles.

"The Smiley One" 845 AbY - 850 AbY

Ras was slowly turning in to an adult. In to a full member of the gang. He was threatening people and stealing from them, getting involved in selling drugs and occasionally got into small fights with members of the other local gang. Soon, he got into his first gunfight. It was an attack by the members of the other gang. Ras' father got killed in the fight, but Ras wasn't left without wounds either. His left leg got hit around six times. It got infected and had to be replaced with a cybernetic. Ras can't quite remember the days after the fight, but the thing he does remember is the pain. The immense pain. And it still has not left him alone. He can still feel pain on his left leg that isn't there anymore.

Soon after the fight, Ras got his first tattoos. Gang signs on to his right arm. Thinking he would never leave the gang, Ras decided to get the signs on to his face as well. And a smiley face. Just so he wouldn't be exactly the same as the other gang members.


850 AbY - 851 AbY

"The Quiet One"

Although Ras thought he wouldn't leave the gang, he started visiting bars and the downtown in general. Alone. It was something he had never done before and every time he found something new. A new bar. A new drug store. A new private club. Just anything he could imagine. It was Nar Shaddaa after all.

Ras didn't care where he went and what he said, but after he got into fights because of his tattoos he started to avoid certain parts of the city.

Eventually, he met a female Twi'lek in a bar. A rutian. Apparently, she was a professional criminal and a bounty hunter hunter of sorts. Hm. It sounded like a thing Ras could do as well. And the girl wasn't in any gang either. Perfect. It wouldn't matter if Ras decided to bring her to his place. So they started meeting up in the same bar almost every week. Sometimes there were weeks when neither of them appeared, but one week the Twi'lek didn't appear. She didn't appear next week either. Or the next. Or any after that. Ras was heartbroken. He was starting to love the rutían already and she disappeared from his life. Possibly forever.

At the same time, the gang was starting to break up. It was split in half. The other half wanting to merge with the other local gangs. Ras decided it was his time to leave. He didn't like the idea of merging and was sure the gang would actually break after a few weeks of fighting with itself. So he started to steal armor parts. He bought a weapon from the black market with all of his credits. He was going to be a criminal. A bounty hunter. He could be anything.

And soon, he was already roaming around the bars of Nar Shaddaa. Trying to find people that were willing to pay him for killing, stealing and lying.

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-THREADS-