Tyr
Wannabe Crime Lord
NAME: Tyr
FACTION: N/A
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: Feeorin
AGE: 297
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6' 5"
WEIGHT: 230 lbs
EYES: Yellow
HAIR: Pale Blue Tendrils
SKIN: Pale Blue
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
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STRENGTHS:
Old Man Strength: Due to being Feeorin, Tyr gets stronger with age.
Natural Leader: Tyr is a born leader and has the ability to order, and inspire, his (wo)men to follow him.
Street Fighter: Growing up as a street tough, Tyr is well practiced in the art of street fighting--using the objects around you to full effect in a fight.
Experienced: Tyr has spent nearly 300 years in the realm of the living. He's seen, and done, almost everything one could imagine.
WEAKNESSES:
My Way or the Highway: Being a natural leader isn't always a good thing. Tyr is nearly incapable of taking orders--unless they're part of his plan to back-stab someone to take their job.
Delusions of Grandeur: A lowly planetary crime boss with the delusions of great success and power as a galactic crime lord.
Womanizer: Bouncing around from bed to bed without care is something that can lead to a lot of problems in many different areas of Tyr's life.
Wanted: Dead or Alive: An addiction to deathsticks is an inescapable pastime for Tyr.
APPEARANCE:
Tyr stands as a towing monster of a man with a muscular frame that could scare even the fiercest foe. His massive size makes everything he wears fit just a bit too tightly, and for that reason, Tyr doesn't wear much in normal environments. He is pale blue in color, with a handful of tendrils flowing from his head, and two on either side of his mouth. His body contains a number of scars with the highlights being a rancor claw scar over his left pectoral, a scar from being impaled by an ackleay on his left thigh--and his right shoulder, as well as a singular lightsaber wound that has scarred over the length of his, now artificial, spine.
His regular attire consists of tan, knee-high, boots with dark blue trousers with a red sash as a belt. He wears no shirt, but instead, he wears durasteel armor plated shoulder, and pectoral, armor which leaves his abdomen and lower back exposed. He also wears identically plated forearm guards. For weapons, this Feeorin carries a DL-44 Heavy Blaster Pistol that is strapped to his right hip as well as a T-21 Light Repeating Blaster--typically in his hands or slung over his back. Tyr also carries a vibroknife--with a foot long blade--tucked into his left boot.
BIOGRAPHY:
There's a lot to be said about 297 years. I'll get there eventually.
SHIP:
TBA
KILLS:
TBA
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
TBA
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ROLE-PLAYS:
FACTION: N/A
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: Feeorin
AGE: 297
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6' 5"
WEIGHT: 230 lbs
EYES: Yellow
HAIR: Pale Blue Tendrils
SKIN: Pale Blue
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
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STRENGTHS:
Old Man Strength: Due to being Feeorin, Tyr gets stronger with age.
Natural Leader: Tyr is a born leader and has the ability to order, and inspire, his (wo)men to follow him.
Street Fighter: Growing up as a street tough, Tyr is well practiced in the art of street fighting--using the objects around you to full effect in a fight.
Experienced: Tyr has spent nearly 300 years in the realm of the living. He's seen, and done, almost everything one could imagine.
WEAKNESSES:
My Way or the Highway: Being a natural leader isn't always a good thing. Tyr is nearly incapable of taking orders--unless they're part of his plan to back-stab someone to take their job.
Delusions of Grandeur: A lowly planetary crime boss with the delusions of great success and power as a galactic crime lord.
Womanizer: Bouncing around from bed to bed without care is something that can lead to a lot of problems in many different areas of Tyr's life.
Wanted: Dead or Alive: An addiction to deathsticks is an inescapable pastime for Tyr.
APPEARANCE:
Tyr stands as a towing monster of a man with a muscular frame that could scare even the fiercest foe. His massive size makes everything he wears fit just a bit too tightly, and for that reason, Tyr doesn't wear much in normal environments. He is pale blue in color, with a handful of tendrils flowing from his head, and two on either side of his mouth. His body contains a number of scars with the highlights being a rancor claw scar over his left pectoral, a scar from being impaled by an ackleay on his left thigh--and his right shoulder, as well as a singular lightsaber wound that has scarred over the length of his, now artificial, spine.
His regular attire consists of tan, knee-high, boots with dark blue trousers with a red sash as a belt. He wears no shirt, but instead, he wears durasteel armor plated shoulder, and pectoral, armor which leaves his abdomen and lower back exposed. He also wears identically plated forearm guards. For weapons, this Feeorin carries a DL-44 Heavy Blaster Pistol that is strapped to his right hip as well as a T-21 Light Repeating Blaster--typically in his hands or slung over his back. Tyr also carries a vibroknife--with a foot long blade--tucked into his left boot.
BIOGRAPHY:
There's a lot to be said about 297 years. I'll get there eventually.
SHIP:
TBA
KILLS:
TBA
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
TBA
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ROLE-PLAYS:
