Mad Dog
Shebby MD
Name: Sheb Lavross | Nickname: Shebs | Callsign Mad Dog
Faction: SJO: Rangers
Rank: TBD
Species: Sullustan
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Age: 24
Sex: Male
Height: 4ft 7
Weight: 120 Pounds
Eyes: Black
Hair: None
Skin: Pink/White
Force Sensitive: No
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Strengths:
+ Small, Hard to Hit
+ Veteran Tank Commander
+ Fearless
+ Accurate
+ Skilled engineer (Racial)
Weaknesses:
- Small, Weaker in a Fight
- No Force Use
- Grumpy
- Deaf in his left ear.
- Gambler, Little Money.
Appearance:
Shebs is an average sized sullstan, making him small at under 5ft. Like most Sullustan's he has good sized, impressive dewflaps and round almond eyes. He has a tick in his right eye when he is straining to see, and the tattoo of a pale sullustan lady on his right arm, with the nickname Verotta across her body. His ears seem a bit on the small side, but otherwise he's a looker and a ladies man! Most days you can usually find him smoking a significantly large pipe.
Biography:
Shebs was born on Voss. Protected by the Levantine Sanctum, the SSC and eventually the SJO, he's always been around the silvers or their allies. His provider moving about where the work was, and where their hearts took them. The father who raised him was an explorer, so much so he got sick of travelling and prefers sticking to one place. His warren-clan on Voss is where he felt at home when he could return, until the Sith came and they moved to Kashyyyk, which he's still bitter about. The clan have settled down now, but he's got a grudge against most Sith as a result and doesn't much like climate at home either. A staunch capitalist just like most of his race, he likes to bet the galactic stock markets, and that's not all.
In his down time Mad Dog is a gambler and got his nickname for how often he chases losing sabacc hands for a win. Often taking wild side bets on bad odds. That and the fact he doesn't fear being shelled in the slightest, sticking his head right out the top of the tank fearlessly if needs be to see what's going on. Because that's what Shebs loves. Machines and loud explosions. The bigger and stronger the are, the more the tank commander is at home. Give him the pounding of the guns and sound of incoming fire and he's right at home. As a kid he'd be playing around with engines, and rigging up makeshift solutions out on the speedertrips his family always took. Knee deep in grease is where he could be found most days as a boy, and it's not much different now. Gifted you could say for getting things running when he's got next to nothing to hand, like many of his race.
Most of his training has been on armored manoeuvres or in commanding a tank. He's small but he's got a hell of a voice on him, and a surly manner that just doesn't give up, no matter what's coming down on top of him. This was most realised the day the tank was on fire, not once but twice, and he kept his cool till the job was done. The Sullustan replacing the commander of the tank and keeping it running till they completed their mission. After that day they gave him a command. The mission comes first, that's what he's been trained, and that's what he knows.
He's known to make a big deal of spotting low flying aircraft and also avoiding his three ex-wives.
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