Rorshork
Character
Name: Rorshork
Species: Feeorin.
Faction: None.
Rank: Criminal and spicer.
Age: 309 years of age
Sex: Male.
Height: 2.2 meters.
Weight: 253 lbs(Mostly muscle)
Eyes: Yellow.
Hair: Blue tendrils.
Skin: Grey/greenish.
Force sensitive: No.
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Strengths and weaknesses:
+Gunslinger. He'll duel anybody. Anytime, anywhere!
+Ladies man. He may not have the appearance of it, but once you meet 'em you'll know.
+Decent landspeeder pilot.
-Bloodthirsty. He loves the sight of killing and is quite uncontrollable.
-Drunk. He has a habit for getting drunk as a fething skunk.
Appearance: (Full appearance in avatar...well, not full but you know what I mean...probably)
Possessions:
2x LL-30 blaster pistols.
1x Commlink.
2x Laser lock picks.
Biography: Rorshork was born on Coruscant, despite both of his parents being Feeorin. As his house was located in the slums and ghettos of Coruscant, he was never fully permitted to exit the house without his parent's supervision. He went to school, but barely cared for his grades or education. He knew how to fire a blaster due to his father and he felt that was all that he needed to know. He eventually returned home, only to find the front door kicked in. As he slowly entered, he discovered a male Chiss searching through cabinets and what else. On the floor lay Rorshork's father, who was bleeding and had a large blade puncturing his gut. Bursting into tears, the young Rorshork alerted the criminal who quickly took off running. Rorshork kneeled beside his dead father, tears rolling down his face. His equally wounded mother made her way down stairs, clutching her bleeding arm. Rorshork ran over to his mother and immediately contacted the Coruscant medical attention unit or whatever they happened to call it. His mother survived her wounds and his father was buried the next day. After that, he lived with his mother until he reached the age of twenty and she passed away due to illness. He then headed into the galaxy, doing the only thing he knew how to do. He'd commit small time jobs but eventually found the business in owning cantinas. He managed to purchase one, The Dirty Dancer and would charge a little too many extra credits to enter. He now continues to do this, while still occasionally committing small jobs or his most recent habit, smoking spice.
Ship: Lux-3 Landspeeder with custom yellow paint job and blue stripes painted on it, along with faded black cockpit window.
Species: Feeorin.
Faction: None.
Rank: Criminal and spicer.
Age: 309 years of age
Sex: Male.
Height: 2.2 meters.
Weight: 253 lbs(Mostly muscle)
Eyes: Yellow.
Hair: Blue tendrils.
Skin: Grey/greenish.
Force sensitive: No.
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Strengths and weaknesses:
+Gunslinger. He'll duel anybody. Anytime, anywhere!
+Ladies man. He may not have the appearance of it, but once you meet 'em you'll know.
+Decent landspeeder pilot.
-Bloodthirsty. He loves the sight of killing and is quite uncontrollable.
-Drunk. He has a habit for getting drunk as a fething skunk.
Appearance: (Full appearance in avatar...well, not full but you know what I mean...probably)
Possessions:
2x LL-30 blaster pistols.
1x Commlink.
2x Laser lock picks.
Biography: Rorshork was born on Coruscant, despite both of his parents being Feeorin. As his house was located in the slums and ghettos of Coruscant, he was never fully permitted to exit the house without his parent's supervision. He went to school, but barely cared for his grades or education. He knew how to fire a blaster due to his father and he felt that was all that he needed to know. He eventually returned home, only to find the front door kicked in. As he slowly entered, he discovered a male Chiss searching through cabinets and what else. On the floor lay Rorshork's father, who was bleeding and had a large blade puncturing his gut. Bursting into tears, the young Rorshork alerted the criminal who quickly took off running. Rorshork kneeled beside his dead father, tears rolling down his face. His equally wounded mother made her way down stairs, clutching her bleeding arm. Rorshork ran over to his mother and immediately contacted the Coruscant medical attention unit or whatever they happened to call it. His mother survived her wounds and his father was buried the next day. After that, he lived with his mother until he reached the age of twenty and she passed away due to illness. He then headed into the galaxy, doing the only thing he knew how to do. He'd commit small time jobs but eventually found the business in owning cantinas. He managed to purchase one, The Dirty Dancer and would charge a little too many extra credits to enter. He now continues to do this, while still occasionally committing small jobs or his most recent habit, smoking spice.
Ship: Lux-3 Landspeeder with custom yellow paint job and blue stripes painted on it, along with faded black cockpit window.
