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Name: Iyalmar "Mar" Ferrios
Faction: Independent
Rank: Unranked
Species: Arkanian-Human
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Height: 5'11
Weight: 182 lbs
Force Sensitive: No
Appearance:
Mar is what happens when an Arkanian and a human are blended together with no apparent regard for appearance or genetic balance. He is brown-skinned and green-eyed with a shock of white hair tied back with varying degrees of care. Mar has accumulated a host of scarring over the years - mostly on his hands (five-fingered, sadly) and face - from bar fights and spilling corrosive materials on himself. The most striking of these scars is on his right cheek: a dotted crescent of teeth-marks that makes one wonder what or who he had to have goaded into delivering it.
Personality:
Iyalmar can be generously described as "well-meaning, but also unbearably and possibly undeservingly arrogant." Although he is very aware that he is not the ideal image of an Arkanian, he still seems to believe himself just a notch or two better than everyone else. He does maintain a concerted effort to surpass what he thinks of as passe cultural characteristics, but it takes a forgiving person to truly like him and not stab him. While he is clever to a fault, he also knows it. He will go to a bar and order milk, he does return things just a day late, and he will probably just stand there and watch you struggling with groceries if you don't explicitly ask him to help.
Attributes:
Iyalmar is perceptive and good at pushing people's buttons; he's got a near-eidetic memory and a background in various sciences (mostly chemistry and astrology). He is also strong and tenacious enough to hold his own in a fight. He has gotten his canines sharpened to give him an edge in battle.
He is not charismatic (but thinks he is, which is worse). His marksmanship is below average (read: barely there), and if he goes down, he stays there unless aided. He also lies about mundane things, which makes it a little difficult for some to believe him about bigger things. He cannot hold his liquor.
Biography:
A stormy winter's eve, he might tell you, he was born an illegitimate son of an Echani officer, and his heart was, from the beginning, as cold as the howling winds outside.
That’s absolutely not true, though. Iyalmar’s mother was a human, his father an Arkanian scientist, and he grew up with a severe cultural disconnect and a superiority complex that only grew worse with time. He was and is very fond of his mother, though he will joke about how she was a disgrace and he was a haphazard splicing experiment. With no particular connection to his home and armed with a background in galactic studies and at least half an Arkanian’s intelligence, Iyalmar left as soon as physically possible, and now travels the galaxy as a hired hand on various ships, where he served as an enforcer, a translator, and, in one odd instance, a medic.
Skills:
Iyalmar is good at calculations and probability, especially concerning chemical compositions and celestial conjectures. He is versed in double-bladed melee weapons and also happens to be very good at smashing his opponents' knees in with whatever heavy object is at hand (usually with his own helmet). He speaks Basic fluently, is passing in Huttese and Mando'a, and can bluff it if he really tries in Arkanian.
Gear:
One (1) vibroblade, one (1) blaster pistol (rarely used), one (1) mismatched set of secondhand durasteel armor, one (1) medkit, one (1) datapad, and at least one (1) pack of sweet-sand cookies.
Faction: Independent
Rank: Unranked
Species: Arkanian-Human
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Height: 5'11
Weight: 182 lbs
Force Sensitive: No
Appearance:
Mar is what happens when an Arkanian and a human are blended together with no apparent regard for appearance or genetic balance. He is brown-skinned and green-eyed with a shock of white hair tied back with varying degrees of care. Mar has accumulated a host of scarring over the years - mostly on his hands (five-fingered, sadly) and face - from bar fights and spilling corrosive materials on himself. The most striking of these scars is on his right cheek: a dotted crescent of teeth-marks that makes one wonder what or who he had to have goaded into delivering it.
Personality:
Iyalmar can be generously described as "well-meaning, but also unbearably and possibly undeservingly arrogant." Although he is very aware that he is not the ideal image of an Arkanian, he still seems to believe himself just a notch or two better than everyone else. He does maintain a concerted effort to surpass what he thinks of as passe cultural characteristics, but it takes a forgiving person to truly like him and not stab him. While he is clever to a fault, he also knows it. He will go to a bar and order milk, he does return things just a day late, and he will probably just stand there and watch you struggling with groceries if you don't explicitly ask him to help.
Attributes:
Iyalmar is perceptive and good at pushing people's buttons; he's got a near-eidetic memory and a background in various sciences (mostly chemistry and astrology). He is also strong and tenacious enough to hold his own in a fight. He has gotten his canines sharpened to give him an edge in battle.
He is not charismatic (but thinks he is, which is worse). His marksmanship is below average (read: barely there), and if he goes down, he stays there unless aided. He also lies about mundane things, which makes it a little difficult for some to believe him about bigger things. He cannot hold his liquor.
Biography:
A stormy winter's eve, he might tell you, he was born an illegitimate son of an Echani officer, and his heart was, from the beginning, as cold as the howling winds outside.
That’s absolutely not true, though. Iyalmar’s mother was a human, his father an Arkanian scientist, and he grew up with a severe cultural disconnect and a superiority complex that only grew worse with time. He was and is very fond of his mother, though he will joke about how she was a disgrace and he was a haphazard splicing experiment. With no particular connection to his home and armed with a background in galactic studies and at least half an Arkanian’s intelligence, Iyalmar left as soon as physically possible, and now travels the galaxy as a hired hand on various ships, where he served as an enforcer, a translator, and, in one odd instance, a medic.
Skills:
Iyalmar is good at calculations and probability, especially concerning chemical compositions and celestial conjectures. He is versed in double-bladed melee weapons and also happens to be very good at smashing his opponents' knees in with whatever heavy object is at hand (usually with his own helmet). He speaks Basic fluently, is passing in Huttese and Mando'a, and can bluff it if he really tries in Arkanian.
Gear:
One (1) vibroblade, one (1) blaster pistol (rarely used), one (1) mismatched set of secondhand durasteel armor, one (1) medkit, one (1) datapad, and at least one (1) pack of sweet-sand cookies.