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NAME: Kiran Chur
FACTION: N/A
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: Rodian
AGE: 30
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 5 11'
WEIGHT: 140 pounds
EYES: Dark Hazel
HAIR: Mix between green and brown. Short, numerous tentacles.
SKIN: Green-Gray
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: flat nose (even though it's common in all Rodians)
STRENGTH: Very strong. Capable of killing most people in hand to hand combat.
DEXTERITY: Pretty flexible, but not capable of doing roundhouse kicks.
CONSTITUTION: Kiran maintains a healthy body.
INTELLIGENCE: Quite knowledgeable due to past experiences.
WISDOM: Occasionally allows emotions to get in the way of his decision making.
CHARISMA: He is always determined when he's trying to complete a goal. Whenever he makes decisions, he puts all of his confidence in them. He is a man (or alien) of his word.
SKILLS: Can sprint for a long amount of time before slowing down, Melee(not lightsabers)/ Ranged Combat, Piloting (land vehicles, speeders, starships), Tracking
STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: (Yet to be determined.)
GEAR:
Full body armor with cortosis weaving. The armor is light and can endure most attacks. It can withstand shots from high powered blasters but would not protect Kiran from the kinetic impact of a sniper rifle. It also has a natural temperature control system allowing Kiran to fight in any circumstances he finds himself under.
Kiran also carries a combat knife/short-sword that is about 1 foot long. It has saved his life many times in past situations.
Kiran's Blaster is a design he made himself. It has a laser sight attachment and is accurate enough for Kiran to shoot accurately up to 100 yards. Kiran designed it to not succumb to overheating very easily allowing him to keep up a constant amount of fire for some time.
SHIP:
PERSONALITY: Kiran is one of those people who can kill without hesitation and forget the whole thing ever happened. Whenever he is on a mission, he is constantly analyzing his situation, and planning up until the last second. Kiran never usually goes out of his way to help others unless they have helped him or have something he wants. Whenever he makes a promise to someone, he always keeps it. (Any thoughts?)
BIOGRAPHY: Kiran was born and raised on the planet Rodia. His family belonged to the Chur clan, which was one of the more major clans on Rodia. There were around 400 warriors in the Chur clan and the other thousand Rodians were either farmers, craftsmen, or merchants. The leaders of this clan were somewhat just, but often sentenced accused peoples to death or exile. Violence played a large role in Rodian society. Clans often went to war with each other amassing massive casualties. The most notorious of the warring clans were the Fang. They were all troublemakers and were the some of the most brutal warriors on the planet.
Kiran never really had the stomach for violence and felt sick enough as it was just watching people die. He always just wanted to be some kind of space adventurer that roamed the galaxy. But fate had other plans for him. As he grew up, his parents taught him how to read, write, and speak basic. At the age of twelve he began helping his father make weapons for their clan. Through this work, Kiran met many of the brave Chur warriors and got an idea of what they faced in battle. Even though he resented violence he was intrigued with warfare and these brave soldiers.
Around five years later (age 17), Kiran was working in the shop, his father told him he would be gone for a few minutes and that he should watch the shop for him. Kiran did as his father told him. Around 10 minutes later, a group of rowdy warriors came into the shop. Kiran assumed they wanted to check out the inventory. So he gave them a friendly greeting and they all stopped and stared at him. He wondered what he had said wrong, but as he was thinking about it, he realized these warriors weren't part of the Chur clan. They were in fact Fang warriors, but were wearing Chur armor. As he thought this over, one them looked at him and responded with a sinister smile, "Well, hello there young one. How is business today?" Kiran looked back into his red glinting eyes and stuttered a response, "I-It's nothing exceptional, s-sir." The man roared out in laughter along with his fellow warriors. He looked back at him and said, "Well then, how about we take you somewhere where you can relax. It must be hard sitting here all day waiting for something to happen. Come on, I insist."
Kiran took a couple steps back while saying, "No thanks, I need to watch over the shop while my father is gone." They fanned out around him in a semi circle, each one with nefarious looks on their faces. He noticed two of them were reaching down to their knives. AT that instant he knew he was in danger. Kiran turned around and leaped into one of the inventory rooms. He pulled out two pistols from a drawer and aimed at the doorway. As they scrambled through, he unloaded on them. The impact of the lasers caused their bodies to jolt and then fall to the ground. He stood there for a minute, arms still raised to take on more opponents. He was breathing heavily and could feel the effects of the adrenaline pumping through his body. He dropped the guns and walked over to the deceased warriors. He stood over their bodies in defiance and somehow finally understood why so many Rodians became warriors. It was the rush, it felt good.
Thirteen years later, Kiran sat in his ship, the Relentless. He was considerably stronger now and had learned the ways of combat. His occupation switched between being a bounty hunter and a smuggler. Kiran still kind of missed his home planet Rodia, but he had been banned from the planet by those pathetic excuses of clan leaders.
He took jobs from various people who offered him a fair amount of credits. Over the years, he bought a lot of nice weapons and armor with the money he earned. Now, he is looking for more professional work from independent factions.
KILLS:
ARENA FIGHTS:
ROLEPLAYS:
The Battle for Coruscant
FACTION: N/A
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: Rodian
AGE: 30
GENDER: Male
WEIGHT: 140 pounds
EYES: Dark Hazel
HAIR: Mix between green and brown. Short, numerous tentacles.
SKIN: Green-Gray
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: flat nose (even though it's common in all Rodians)
STRENGTH: Very strong. Capable of killing most people in hand to hand combat.
DEXTERITY: Pretty flexible, but not capable of doing roundhouse kicks.
CONSTITUTION: Kiran maintains a healthy body.
INTELLIGENCE: Quite knowledgeable due to past experiences.
WISDOM: Occasionally allows emotions to get in the way of his decision making.
CHARISMA: He is always determined when he's trying to complete a goal. Whenever he makes decisions, he puts all of his confidence in them. He is a man (or alien) of his word.
SKILLS: Can sprint for a long amount of time before slowing down, Melee(not lightsabers)/ Ranged Combat, Piloting (land vehicles, speeders, starships), Tracking
STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: (Yet to be determined.)
GEAR:
Full body armor with cortosis weaving. The armor is light and can endure most attacks. It can withstand shots from high powered blasters but would not protect Kiran from the kinetic impact of a sniper rifle. It also has a natural temperature control system allowing Kiran to fight in any circumstances he finds himself under.
Kiran also carries a combat knife/short-sword that is about 1 foot long. It has saved his life many times in past situations.
Kiran's Blaster is a design he made himself. It has a laser sight attachment and is accurate enough for Kiran to shoot accurately up to 100 yards. Kiran designed it to not succumb to overheating very easily allowing him to keep up a constant amount of fire for some time.
SHIP:
PERSONALITY: Kiran is one of those people who can kill without hesitation and forget the whole thing ever happened. Whenever he is on a mission, he is constantly analyzing his situation, and planning up until the last second. Kiran never usually goes out of his way to help others unless they have helped him or have something he wants. Whenever he makes a promise to someone, he always keeps it. (Any thoughts?)
BIOGRAPHY: Kiran was born and raised on the planet Rodia. His family belonged to the Chur clan, which was one of the more major clans on Rodia. There were around 400 warriors in the Chur clan and the other thousand Rodians were either farmers, craftsmen, or merchants. The leaders of this clan were somewhat just, but often sentenced accused peoples to death or exile. Violence played a large role in Rodian society. Clans often went to war with each other amassing massive casualties. The most notorious of the warring clans were the Fang. They were all troublemakers and were the some of the most brutal warriors on the planet.
Kiran never really had the stomach for violence and felt sick enough as it was just watching people die. He always just wanted to be some kind of space adventurer that roamed the galaxy. But fate had other plans for him. As he grew up, his parents taught him how to read, write, and speak basic. At the age of twelve he began helping his father make weapons for their clan. Through this work, Kiran met many of the brave Chur warriors and got an idea of what they faced in battle. Even though he resented violence he was intrigued with warfare and these brave soldiers.
Around five years later (age 17), Kiran was working in the shop, his father told him he would be gone for a few minutes and that he should watch the shop for him. Kiran did as his father told him. Around 10 minutes later, a group of rowdy warriors came into the shop. Kiran assumed they wanted to check out the inventory. So he gave them a friendly greeting and they all stopped and stared at him. He wondered what he had said wrong, but as he was thinking about it, he realized these warriors weren't part of the Chur clan. They were in fact Fang warriors, but were wearing Chur armor. As he thought this over, one them looked at him and responded with a sinister smile, "Well, hello there young one. How is business today?" Kiran looked back into his red glinting eyes and stuttered a response, "I-It's nothing exceptional, s-sir." The man roared out in laughter along with his fellow warriors. He looked back at him and said, "Well then, how about we take you somewhere where you can relax. It must be hard sitting here all day waiting for something to happen. Come on, I insist."
Kiran took a couple steps back while saying, "No thanks, I need to watch over the shop while my father is gone." They fanned out around him in a semi circle, each one with nefarious looks on their faces. He noticed two of them were reaching down to their knives. AT that instant he knew he was in danger. Kiran turned around and leaped into one of the inventory rooms. He pulled out two pistols from a drawer and aimed at the doorway. As they scrambled through, he unloaded on them. The impact of the lasers caused their bodies to jolt and then fall to the ground. He stood there for a minute, arms still raised to take on more opponents. He was breathing heavily and could feel the effects of the adrenaline pumping through his body. He dropped the guns and walked over to the deceased warriors. He stood over their bodies in defiance and somehow finally understood why so many Rodians became warriors. It was the rush, it felt good.
Thirteen years later, Kiran sat in his ship, the Relentless. He was considerably stronger now and had learned the ways of combat. His occupation switched between being a bounty hunter and a smuggler. Kiran still kind of missed his home planet Rodia, but he had been banned from the planet by those pathetic excuses of clan leaders.
He took jobs from various people who offered him a fair amount of credits. Over the years, he bought a lot of nice weapons and armor with the money he earned. Now, he is looking for more professional work from independent factions.
KILLS:
ARENA FIGHTS:
ROLEPLAYS:
The Battle for Coruscant
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