NAME:
The Wayfarer / Cisco Kid / The Gunslinger
RACE:
Human, Chiss, Miirlian, hell there migh' even be a bit o' Gammorean 'n there, if yer lookin hard 'nough
YOUR CHARACTER'S ITEMS
A pair of trusty and rusty Westar-100's and a freighter of unknown make
CHARACTER BIOGRAPHY:
The Wayfarer was born on a backwater world. The Sith were coveted and if you made enough for quota you were provided for. Now when quota mattered most was a lick of spit when it came to the Wayfarer. He gave not a khark about managers, his fellow worker, and least of all a quota. He was buckra, a poor farmer that was hell bent on making ends meet. So he did what he had to do. After all, they said Alderanian corn liquor is sweeter than Sith wine, and so he sold it, among other things.
He screwed over and hustled whoever stood in his path in order to make the barn stand up straight. To make sure his livestock made it through the night and he didn't grow old to the planet's hand. That was until... He met a beauty like no other. She was the devil and his savior all rolled up into one. The Wayfarer could not keep his tongue still when she came 'round. He spoke the sweet language of love 'n she spoke the will of the galax' upon him.
He was entranced and he couldn't stop. He gorged upon her witty ways, which spoke of a place far from home, and she raptured him with the biggest behind south of the Gregorian Rivers. Thicker than a two piece and a biscuit. She was a dutiful drug he could not get enough of. Well one day he gets a notion in mind. "I'll buy me a ship and we'll sail away together". 'N so he did as he thought to.
But, as the end came in sight she refused him. He stood dumbfounded like a can of beans as she whistled to her other johns. He couldn't believe he had starved off half his stock just to save up for a beat up ol' ship like the General Kenobi. Either way he had a endless sea of possibilities and nowhere to go. So... He explored.
The Wayfarer / Cisco Kid / The Gunslinger
RACE:
Human, Chiss, Miirlian, hell there migh' even be a bit o' Gammorean 'n there, if yer lookin hard 'nough
YOUR CHARACTER'S ITEMS
A pair of trusty and rusty Westar-100's and a freighter of unknown make
CHARACTER BIOGRAPHY:
The Wayfarer was born on a backwater world. The Sith were coveted and if you made enough for quota you were provided for. Now when quota mattered most was a lick of spit when it came to the Wayfarer. He gave not a khark about managers, his fellow worker, and least of all a quota. He was buckra, a poor farmer that was hell bent on making ends meet. So he did what he had to do. After all, they said Alderanian corn liquor is sweeter than Sith wine, and so he sold it, among other things.
He screwed over and hustled whoever stood in his path in order to make the barn stand up straight. To make sure his livestock made it through the night and he didn't grow old to the planet's hand. That was until... He met a beauty like no other. She was the devil and his savior all rolled up into one. The Wayfarer could not keep his tongue still when she came 'round. He spoke the sweet language of love 'n she spoke the will of the galax' upon him.
He was entranced and he couldn't stop. He gorged upon her witty ways, which spoke of a place far from home, and she raptured him with the biggest behind south of the Gregorian Rivers. Thicker than a two piece and a biscuit. She was a dutiful drug he could not get enough of. Well one day he gets a notion in mind. "I'll buy me a ship and we'll sail away together". 'N so he did as he thought to.
But, as the end came in sight she refused him. He stood dumbfounded like a can of beans as she whistled to her other johns. He couldn't believe he had starved off half his stock just to save up for a beat up ol' ship like the General Kenobi. Either way he had a endless sea of possibilities and nowhere to go. So... He explored.
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