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 Tex 'Dead-Eye' Cassidy

Discussion in 'Characters' started by Subject 11, Nov 3, 2018.

  1. Subject 11

    Subject 11 New Member

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    "A Deal With The Devil Is A Deal With Me~"

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    • Full Name: Tex Cassidy
    • Nickname: Tex | Cass | Cassy
    • Alias: Dead-Eye
    • Titles: None
    • Species: Echani
    • Homeworld: Concord Dawn
    • Residence: The Gold Digger
    • Rank(s): N/A
    • Crew(s): N/A
    • Force Sensitive:Yes
    • Alignment: Chaotic Neutral


    • Sexual Conduct: Bi-sexual
    • Faction: Independent
    • Languages: Galactic Standard | Mando'a | Huttese
    • Occupation: Outlaw & Bounty Hunter
    • Gender: Female
    • Age: Thirty-Eight GSY
    • Height: 5ft11
    • Weight: 155lbs
    • Skin Color: Alabaster
    • Eye Color: Crimson
    • Hair Color: Ivory

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    Birthed from stone and clay; a tyrannical beauty of sin and succulence, surrounded by the kiss of silk and shadows. She is a pillar, imposing and unyielding in her manner, broad and calloused able wield a sword just as easily they console a child. Malicious artistry, ephemeral strokes of magnificent alabaster upon the bleached surface of grinning bones.

    Malignant remnant of era past, primeval, elegant gore beneath the savage light of the swinging pendulum, silver, ethereal within the bruised ombré of the gluttonous wayward heavens. But, nawt despair, for sire's resemblance is prominent across the expanse of the aspens.

    Strolling, amorous cadaver, pale and immaculate within the catatonic clasp of the searing crypt. Skin is pale, monochrome with the nuanced whisper of something akin to perished demise, an alabaster porcelain that strains within the tantalizing burn of brandished chariot. A hinderence and impediment of ginger acts as the no man's land between the duo of monochrome gradients that clash like titans across the planes of her herculean silhouette.


    Broad muscles trace the expanse of her Vandyke, and the chestnut tone places a vestige upon the womans sharpened brow. Sinclair; she is a man of passionate violence, thin, willow frame ushering bitter lies of strength within. Opaque and maladroit as a child, the stages of youth her bodice is pudge of her birth shifts to that of a Herculean silhouette bathed in clothes of titanium muscle and prosperity. A juvenile bloated belly transforms into A lean cloak of succulent and lithe muscle. Gangly and thick limbs elongate into powerfully definitive stilts.


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    As the child breaks through the cocoon, masculine and noble boned, the woman is hoarse and masculine, beautiful and sharp edged. From her chiseled jaw line flows a sturdy neck, connected in turn to a pair of ample, sacrilegious shoulders. A barrelled chest and a narrow, tapering waistline dips and curves, all ivory bones cut from a samurai sword able to ravage the tip of a fingertip if carelessly touched. Her movements, deliberately controlled, definitively precise and at an agile gait - one that lopes and walks of honour. Her muscles are honed, and coiled power that impulses and exemplifies her body.

    Beholding an acquainted and cordial mask, beneath the silken material of shadows behold the flames and the veiled lies. A woman of justice and vengeance blooms beneath a crimson cloak. Illiberal and authoritarian, she is the victor of the Vanadiums and of Carthage. A concealed warrior, a protector of all. Set above chiselled cheekbones, optics behold the cosmos. Optics rise into existence the edge of the nebula, a whispy snog of the celestial clouds beyond imaging of mortal men. A star exploding, a ring of azure circles the cloak of the galaxy within, claiming her a vision upon itself, a replispendary of Sinclair. To grace the edge of the ring, the soft brush of cheek lay claimed by a bed of stars, pinpricks of ginger soot. They dazzle and gleam, the glimmer of scale on bed of silk, the evening skies stream down bone.


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    Tex is a severe woman with a fearsome and commanding presence; Harsh with her subordinates and peers and coldly merciless to her enemies, the gritty woman's schadenfreude has earned her the nickname "Spitfire" among those who know of her. Sharp-tongued and highly dysfunctional, Tex is no stranger to furious chastisements and bursts of fiery violence, especially toward those who fail to live up to her high standards and staunch adherence to the "survival of the fittest" philosophy. As such, she has no tolerance at all for weakness or lack of willpower and fosters great distaste for the concept of "being a lady", which she views as a mindset promoting easy handouts and unnecessary compromise. That being said, she is extremely perceptive and adaptive, able to coolly judge which courses of action will lead to the most beneficial results and capable of thinking and acting on the fly in response to unpredictable or mutable circumstances.

    Skilled at reading people and conscious of even her own limitations, The Outlaw understands that she requires the support of her subordinates and peers in order to succeed and, though she understands that sacrifice is often a necessary part of her endeavors, never forgets the weight and impact that each person has on the world. As such, she takes her commanding role very seriously and has earned the undying loyalty of her men with her hands-on approach to leadership on and off the field of battle. While she cannot be said to have a "soft spot" for anyone in particular, Tex is a deceptively caring and selfless individual, prone to taking great risks in order to protect the lives and well-being of those who have placed their trust in her.

    Contrary to her nickname Tex is often perceived as crass and abrasive at first glance. And in some instances this is very true, But when it comes to diving into the complex mind of this woman one will find that fire burns behind those eyes. Unlike most ladies, Tex is dominant, demanding, and destructive. Quick to talk back and even quicker to throw a punch. And while this can be misconstrued into being sensitive or lacking restraint, Tex does have her 'wild side'. She was always something of a tom-boy and thus never really fit in with the typical gender roll she was given. Fighting, wrestling, and overall being a rather menacing child. When she hit her teenage years, she was often the girl people called when they had a problem. Having to be the 'responsible' one in a family being one of the eldest of her siblings, Tex was always taught that if a fight was started. It was her responsibility to finish it. Her brothers would start fights with the toughest bastards in the yard...but it was always Tex who had to come in and finish it. They'd steal from stores, but it was always her to braved the old mans belt.

    Growing up this way made her callus and tough. More than likely to get into a fist fight and actually have fun doing so. She took no garbage from anyone and became rather dominant among those around her. While not demanding submission from those beneath her, and not even their respect. She demanded their acknowledgement. Tex is motivated by ambition, power, money, and above all else 'family'. Although Tex does what she pleases for the sake of herself, she is not beyond doing what is needed of her for the sake of her clan and her people. She is a woman who knows what she wants, and how to get it. Willing to go through drastic means to gain what she desires. This often leads to rather sticky situations and Tex has always been known to get into copious amounts of trouble for seemingly the smallest of things.

    Now, on the other side of the spectrum. Tex possesses a manipulative and cheeky side of her that is often expressed in casual encounters. Strutting with a subtle sway of her hips and a smirk playing her features, she is sometimes a shameless flirt, finding herself toying with the emotions of others just to satisfy her insecurities. While she does enjoy enticing both genders whenever the whim shows itself.




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    Dead-Eye: Tex has always been renowned for her near-perfect aim with a revolver or rifle, often taking up shooting competitions when she was younger; Tex has grown into a highly capable gunslinger, specializing in slug blasters and nailing targets from drastic distances. Rather a target is on the move, still, or behind obstacles she almost always hits her shots and typically in rapid succession allowing her to make follow up shots.


    Ace Pilot: Tex knows how to fly and given her skill as an engineer she knows how to get an engine working. Something of a grease monkey Tex often designs her own ships and vehicles and flies them herself. Anyone who knows Tex personally knows just how calm she is in the drivers seat and most of her family never hears the end of 'the time she flew a rust-bucket carrier out of a warzone'.

    Brawler: Hand to hand combat is normally not her preferred method of combat but Tex can certainly handle herself in a scrap, having been taught in Boxing, Kickboxing, and Wrestling; Tex is very often the last person people wanna tussle with given just how physically imposing she is, one good strike to the jaw from Tex is normally lights out.

    Strategist: A highly analytical mind allows Tex to analyze any given situation and figure out the best ways to approach them with minimum risks and maximum rewards. It is this trait that allows her to command her crew with such relative ease as well as fly her ships through such treacherous scenarios.

    Haggler: Tex loves to haggle, and turns out she ain't to shabby at it either.








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    Abrasive: Tex is often seen as harsh and unforgiving to others and it is for this reason her social skills might not exactly be the best. While has charisma but not in the typical 'easy to get along with' way. For those who are close to her or work closely with the woman on a regular basis they would know that she is looser and more enjoyable to be around but for complete strangers there are many instances where Tex and them would get off on the wrong foot in their first encounter.

    Greedy: This woman is very easily motivated by money and material possessions. She will do any job at any time if the right price is negotiated. No job is to difficult and no risk is too high so long as said employer has the funds for her services. This is perhaps her biggest weakness, she is so easily influenced by the flow of credits that she'd even be willing to turn on those closest to her...possibly.

    Compulsive Gambler: It really is a problem. Tex would bet her ship, her weapons, her hat, even the clothes on her back if it meant winning. This plays into her greed as well and not to mention her performance as a warrior. Putting her life on the line for high risks, high reward stakes that can potentially get herself killed.

    Hard Smoker: Not good for her health but she smokes constantly. Most people have never seen Tex not puffing on a Cigar.

    Alcoholic: Tex is a fan of her booze and god help anyone who challenge her to drinking games. But once again, this is not good for her health.



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    Children are casualties of war, that is to be commonly accepted; whether through their innocence, life or other means, do they suffer. Some are dealt an unlucky, bad hand. Our story begins with a young girl whose outlook on the world around her was murky and grim, but if she were to dwell on her position in life, she would without hesitation comment that she triumphed through suffering. Yes, as a child Tex was born into an enviroment that harvested all negatively-raw emotions... an upbringing befitting for a future of lawless crime.


    Born on a rotting planet filled to the brim with low lifes and cutthroats, Tex' parents appear to be an ever-elusive memory. Well, that's quite the understatement. The young woman seems completely unknowing of her immediate kin. Although she pondered of their occupations, fantasized of what they were like, she doubts their professions accounted for anything truly important. But, not even she knows. Perhaps a bastard-child to the mistress of a Grand Moff, placed into slavery while her mother executed to rid his honorable name and militaristic-prestige of such illegitimacy? She supposes time would tell in the end. In the mind of Tex there are more pressing matters to attend to than ponder the circumstances of her birth.

    Akin to a suppressed traumatic experience subdued by the subconscious, the childhood stage was naught but a blur. In fact, she doesn't remember much of her beginning; memories only of her prepubescent to teenage years. If asked where she was born, she'd utter coldly, "I don't know." She'd brush it off. All she could remember was running, stealing, and swindling to survive. Never knew where she was or where she was going but she knew that she needed to survive by any means necessary. She traveled light, physically and emotionally. In her eyes making ties was a good way to get locked down and pulled under by the anchors attached to the ankles~ Making friends was never a strong suit of hers and given how much she stole from those around her no one ever put up with the kid.


    That did not stop Tex from catching the attention of a local gang on a planet in the outer-rim after quite the score. Needless to say her talent was recognized and she was invited into a gang of misfits, lawless renegades who made their living by stealing, killing, and hustling. She was around seventeen years old give or take and ever since that day she was given the first 'family' she ever had. Granted at first she was cold to the gang, brushing them off as temporary stepping stones to a better future but over time her cold heart thawed and she grew attached to the hooligans she ran with. Developing deep bonds with those around her and becoming heavily attached to her new family.

    She was given the support and the tools to truly grow and over the years Tex and her crew made a name for themselves. Earning a reputation among the outer rim as a woman who gets the job done no matter the circumstances which has landed her employment by The Hutts, The Sith, and sometimes even governments should they need a scapegoat to do a job they can't be seen doing.

    Unprofessional turned professional, Tex now leads her crew of bandits across the galaxy with hopes of fame and fortune. Guns for hire for anyone willing to do business with the devil herself~
     
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  2. Darasaurus

    Darasaurus Skilled-Scrub/Plotting Mod Plot Moderator

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    Some of that art looks like its overwatch-ish. I dig it. Also the profile looks good aesthetically too.
     
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    The art is from Overwatch lol. Thanks though ^^
     
  4. One For Sorrow

    One For Sorrow Two for Joy

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    I like the subject headers. Nicely laid out.
     
  5. Dread

    Dread Backend Admin Backend Administrator

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    Does she carry any weapons? If so you need to list them and link them to tech write ups. That's the only major issue. It's minor but she can't be "renowned for her near-perfect aim" as a level one. If you haven't already, please read the Level System guide. Also Grand Moff's wouldn't have been around when she was a kid. The Sith Empire hasn't been around for that long.

    Tag me once you've addressed these issues and I'll review your profile again.