RC 212
HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPO!
Zok Stellaris
NAME: Zok Stellaris
FACTION: None!
RANK: Agent/Pilot
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 35
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: Mediumish
WEIGHT: Light
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Black
SKIN: White
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
[+] Pilot Training: He is a proficient pilot of all crafts and makes and models
[+] Pistoleer: He is excellent with the gat. Only the short gats
[+] Trade craft: Blend, Tail, lose a tail, start a riot. He is skilled at these things.
[-] Get off my lawn: A very grouchy guy if you talk too much to him.
[-] Stims: He relies a lot on the stims.
[-] Flat footed: Hand to hand is not so hot. He keeps it long range only.
APPEARANCE:
Zok is a medium height guy, with a slender build. You couldn't pick him out of a crowd and to all passers by he looks the average citizen of the galaxy. Plain black jacket and trousers, with a red stripe. Nothing too flashy, big beard. You might mistake him for a tramp Freighter captain, but alas those that discern the truth are rarely left around to tell the tale.
BATTLE SCARS/INJURIES:
BIOGRAPHY:
Born at Carida, Zok has served multiple Empires. Under the lineage of the Stellaris family, he was brought up a nobleman and diplomat, until the boy reached the age where he realized his sleight of hand and devil tongue was of more use than useless meetings with Moffs. After the realization struck, he changed his life path and enlisted in the Imperial Security Bureau.
Under old school training, and rigorous tests he passed, eventually going to the field. It here Zok would find his greatest success. Assassination, Intel Gathering and general sabotage were his primary methods. He earned himself the nickname the Black Angel, since wherever he went, destruction was soon to follow.
After toppling several Rebellions, The Imperial Remnant fell apart. Zok unaffiliated in the public eye, drifted towards fringe space, where the fledgling First Order started up years later. He went back and forth, wondering whether the work was worth it. wondering whether the new cause was worth it. The only thing that spurred him to go back was the Invasion of Bespin, where he saw massive loss of lives.
Driven by his personal beliefs, more than loyalty, he signed back on, falling into the Black Ops division. Disenfranchised with the whole sale slaughter that ensued afterwards, he defected, and went on to change his name and steal a TIE Interceptor.
OBLIGATIONS:
- None
- N/A
INFLUENTIAL FORCE TRADITIONS:
- N/A
GEAR:
- Spacers Jacket (Black)
- Spacers Trousers (Black)
- Chest rig for extra rounds W/ Merr-Son 434 Blaster Pistol
- Data Pad
- Utility Belt
- Anything he can requisition.
SHIP:
SS Razorback: TIE Interceptor Custom
KILLS:
None
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
None
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ROLE-PLAYS:
Outlaw Country (Bar Thread/Outlaws/Pilots/For Hire?)