NAME: Drex Staven.
FACTION: N/A
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: Falleen
AGE: 27 Standard years
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 1.89 Meters
WEIGHT: 180lbs
EYES: Light Blue
HAIR: Black
SKIN: Pale Green
CREDITS: 1000
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: A thin white strip in his hair starting above his left eye.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
FORCE POWERS:
None
SKILLS:
Skilled street fighting skills in no real "form" of fighting style other than to win at any means necessary.
As goes with all Falleen's he is able to produce pheromones (effecting both sexes) that allow him to project a feeling of anger, calmness, trusting, panic etc..
Also has considerable aim with a blaster.
LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS:
None
Desired: Jar'Kai
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Strengths: able to act on impulse without over thinking situations. Fairly agile yet strong physic.
Weaknesses: Untrained in equipped combat with very little knowledge of unarmed combat. Doesn't think everything through as the majority of the Falleen often do.
GEAR:
A small blaster and apparel.
Stolen ship from a smuggler on Falleen.
Weaponry:
Dual Ion-Cannons
Dual Laser Cannons
Defense:
Light Energy Shield
Titanium Plating
PERSONALITY:
Drex has extreme anger problems, and always lets his anger get the best of him. He often confronts problems head on and aggressively, which eventually spark his anger in the heat of the issue at hand. His pain in being unwelcome on his home planet eat at him constantly making him even more unstable. On top of that his desire to return home is consuming at the least. Also, the frequent thought of his home world bring great sorrow and frustration. An emotional mess on the inside, the only indicator of his constant change in emotional state is the color fluctuations of his skin, as all Falleen exhibit.
BIOGRAPHY:
Drex was an orphan since before he could remember. All he knew was the street and as far as he was concerned, that's all he needed to know. He grew up hard, and became tough through the years. Eating out of garbage compactors, stealing, and selling small trinkets he found was his way of survival. Eventually he began to wonder what else the universe had to offer and developed a longing to leave the streets and find his place in the galaxy. So desperate to get out of his prison of poverty, he began to wonder if he would ever travel through the welcoming space.
One day while searching for something to hock off for his next "meal" he noticed two of his fellow Falleens speaking suspiciously in a dark ally way. Curious he moved in closer to eavesdrop a bit. What he overheard was something very unexpected; a plot to poison an official and replace him with a colleague of their own. Apparently one of the men was close to the official, and claimed to be poisoning his food tomorrow evening.
Drex found this all very interesting, but it had nothing to do with him. This official, Cero Fitzsix, had never done anything for him. So, what was the point in stopping this, probably was a frequent occurrence in politics. Then it hit him. If he could save an officials life, and expose what was one of his close advisors as the assailant he was, Cero would most likely offer him a reward. Possibly a ship, or enough credits for the like.
The following evening Drex was outside official Fitzsix's dinning hall. He was trying, to no avail, to explain to the guard why he desperately needed to get to him before he ate, while not giving away enough information as to loose his position of momentary power. What he didn't realize though was that the man planning to poison Cero Fitzsix could hear Drex's pleas to save the man.
Drex was getting frustrated and could feel his anger burning inside of him. He knew his skin was turning a color between bright orange and red. He had had enough of this ignorant guard and this planet for that matter. He quickly grabbed the guards shoulders and simultaneously brought his knee to the guards stomach. This in turn made him double over, giving Drex just enough time to burst through the doors into...more guards and...the man who was planning to poison Official Fitzsix!
"That's the man trying to poison you!" he half screamed at Cero, while pointing at the man. He said nothing in return and merely starred upon him with a look of mild interest. A guard was walking towards Drex with force cuffs and was informing him he was being arrested for attempting to kill Official Fitzsix. He was to be executed for sure. He couldn't believe what was happening, and then it just happened. His anger got to him. With astonishing speed he took out the guard with the restraints in his hand with a strike to a pressure point near his left ear, spun around and roundhouse punched another guard to the jaw which he instantly felt shatter, and ran towards the window.
An hour later he was on his way into orbit, with the blood of, no doubt, what was a smuggler in a freighter that had been unloading at a dock. His anger was slowly melting away and was being overcome with fear and panic. He didn't know if he was ever going to get back to his planet but right now, he just needed to leave.
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