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NAME:Leto Azra
FACTION: None
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: Zabrak
AGE: 17
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 5'10" (1.78m)
WEIGHT: 150 lbs (68kg)
EYES: Bright Purple
HAIR: Medium Brown
SKIN: Light Tan
CREDITS: 197
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Zabrak Facial Tatoos (Dark Purple)
DOMINATE HAND: Left-Handed
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
STRENGTH: 5/10
DEXTERITY: 7/10
CONSTITUTION: 6/10
INTELLIGENCE: 8/10
WISDOM: 6/10
CHARISMA: 7/10
SKILLS:
Slicing
Piloting
Pistol Combat
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Good in short, close gunfights, helpless at a significant range or when fighting melee or unarmed. He carries heavy pistols, which are more accurate and powerful, but always uses two hands to aim and fire. The Blaster frequently overheats, so although it has a much more powerful and accurate shot, he frequently falls back on the Slugthrower. When in his narrow range of expertise--the short-to-medium range gunfight--he can be deadly, otherwise his combat skills fall short. His non-combat strengths are his slicing and piloting skills, as well as his experience with under-world types from his upbringing, whereas his manners when it comes to high-society aren't exactly a developed trait of his. He is not force sensitive, and thusly can not stand up against a Jedi or force user for more than a moment.
GEAR:
Crowbar
Datapad
Computer Spikes
Comlink
Heavy Blaster Pistol
Large Slugthrower Pistol
Interface Gloves
SHIP:
None
PETS:
None
PERSONALITY:
Leto is a thrill seeker, and a thief, quick-witted.
When he's happy he's relatively calm, but excited. Eyes Twinkle.
When he's upset, he focuses.
Extreme sadness, and he drinks, extreme anger, and he does something stupid(shoots or steals something).
Loves adrenaline, racing, flying, stealing, and slicing. Very much against anything of which he does not see an immediate advantage to, and dislikes having plans that are thought out for too long.
HISTORY:
Leto woke up as the midsized freighter started its decent into the atmosphere of Coruscant. "Alright..." he muttered to himself, "I'm ready for this. Another cesspool city-planet, just like my glorious jewel of a hope planet Taris.". Leto slowly started to pry the lid of the container he was in open with a crowbar, and slowly crawled out. Just as slowly--just as meticulously, he replaced the lid and secured it back into its former place.
***
After slicing into the security system and playing a loop on two of the cameras, crawling through the ventilation systems throughout the ship, pretending to be one of the mercenaries as he walked off the ship, and getting past the guards at the docking pad, Leto was ready for a drink. After stopping at a bar--quiet enough to hear yourself think, but not quiet enough that every word you say will be heard--He started to take stock of his situation:
He was a 17 year old Zabrak. Grew up on Taris. Never really had a family, just wandered from gang to gang, never got tied down. Got kicked out, ran out of town for stealing his new blaster. A personal possesion of the gang leader's it wasn';t so much special as it was cutting edge. Strings were pulled, and good money exchanged hands before this baby was given up. It was large, but powerful, accurate, and fast. Leto regretted not being able to practice with it before leaving Taris, but he didn't exactly have the luxury of sticking around after he stole it.
He had the new Heavy Blaster, his old Slugthrower, his Interface Gloves, a datapad, some computer spikes, a comlink, 200 credits, and a crowbar.
Leto rubbed the crow bar hanging from his belt. "What kinda good will this do me...?" he mused.
He knew no one in Coruscant, as far as he could tell. There was always the chance that an urchin from home had done the same as he, but there were no garentees.
He could slice, he could pilot, he could hold his own in a gunfight, as long as it wasn't over too great of a distance.
He had the weight of his blasters at his waist. Heavy, good. One at a time, use both hands to aim.
He had his guns, his equipment,
200 Credits,
and a Crowbar.
Leto needed to get a job. He needed to meet some people, make some connections, and get some work. Slicing, fighting, stealing, whatever could pay.
But, he also wanted to do something fun. Slicing, fighting, stealing. Whatever could pay while providing some thrill. If it's not worth doing for fun, it's not worth doing for money.
Leto finished his Stim Tea, paid for it and left the cantina.
My weapons, my equipment, 197 credits, and a crowbar...
KILLS:
None
DUELING RING MATCHES:
None
GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES:
None
ROLE-PLAYS:
None
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