NAME: Orrell Tisa
FACTION: Neutral
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: Zabrak
AGE: 37
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 5'7"
WEIGHT: 134
EYES: Yellow
HAIR: Blond
SKIN: Tanned
CREDITS: 1000
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Large Scar on the left arm, just above he wrist.
DOMINATE HAND: Right
FORCE SENSITIVE: NO
STRENGTH: Not the stronge guy. In fat, physical strength is not an asset.
DEXSTERITY: Ne has a reasonable dexterity.
CONSTITUTION: He's healty and generally fit. Sort of...
INTELLIGENCE: Rather high. He knows alot abut one thing, and he is a geniu with it.
WISDOM: He's wise enough to be alive. That's about it...
CHARISMA: He's got a nice sense of sarcasm... For good or bad.
FORCE POWERS: N/A
SKILLS: Exlosives, Demolitions, Blowing Stuff up... You get the idea.
Oh, and he's got a decent shot with a gun, and a passable sword skill.
LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS: N/A
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES: He's an explsves genious. He invents all kinds of explosive weapons, along with some other not-so-normal weaponry...
To defeat him, you miht try hitting him. Or shooting him. Or... injuring him.
GEAR: He carries an assortment of weapons, most invented by him. Ususal gear includes...
RPG
double bladed sword (with surprise!)
Grenades, C4, exlosives in general
khaki shorts with many pockets (guess whats in em...)
Red t-shirt
Wristwatch (has switches to remote detonate things on 217 frequencies.)
Modified shotgun (Shoots small grenades shaped like shotgun shells. They can embed themselves in walls and be remote detonated by the watch.)
SHIP: If Only...
The If Only is a modified short range shuttle. It now has a hyperdrive, and two missile launchers, along with some mines.
PETS: N/A
PERSONALITY: Orrell is a sarcastic fellow. He LOVES to point out the obviou,ad he never takes anything seriously. NEVER. He has an abnormal passion for explosions, and aknack for inventing things. He can scrap together almost anything with the right junk, and with actual supplies, and time...
Orrell also has love of music. He loves to listen to music, no mater what the situation. A battle? No problem. He'll just time his exlosions to the beat. Creep out the enemy forces? Use a symphony. And bombs. Don't forget the bombs.
HISTORY:
Orrell was born on Coruscant. Average family. Parents were low end bankers, and brother followed their footsteps. He was always told he was a diapoinment to the family. Oh well... His brother thrived to become the low end banker he was always destined to be.
At the age of 12, Orrell faced a tragedy. His mother was killed by the republic. Well, not really killed. Just accidentally murdered. Beleived to be an Alsakan spy, she was interogated. One of the chemivals used in the interogation caused an allergic reaction. She died a day before she was to be released. Orrell held a grudge against the Republic ever since.
Orrell left the family at age 15. Went to the blackmarket. He soon became semi-wealthy selling, you guessed it, fashionable clothing. Of course, the clothing was smuggled, due to containg a flesh eating bacteia, but hey, money buys explosives. After ammasing enough funds, Orrell left the black market to craft and sell his own custom weapons.
He was quite skilled at this, and he soon was comisioned with weapons from importent people, crime bosses, Republic Generals, etc. He trained himelself in some types of combat, and set out on a lovely adventure with some mercenaries to kill come pirates. Lots of explosions. Nowadays, he makes weapons only for the highest raig people. He spends most of his time looking for excuses to blow things up...
KILLS:
DUELING RING MATCHES:
GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES:
ROLE-PLAYS:
FACTION: Neutral
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: Zabrak
AGE: 37
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 5'7"
WEIGHT: 134
EYES: Yellow
HAIR: Blond
SKIN: Tanned
CREDITS: 1000
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Large Scar on the left arm, just above he wrist.
DOMINATE HAND: Right
FORCE SENSITIVE: NO
STRENGTH: Not the stronge guy. In fat, physical strength is not an asset.
DEXSTERITY: Ne has a reasonable dexterity.
CONSTITUTION: He's healty and generally fit. Sort of...
INTELLIGENCE: Rather high. He knows alot abut one thing, and he is a geniu with it.
WISDOM: He's wise enough to be alive. That's about it...
CHARISMA: He's got a nice sense of sarcasm... For good or bad.
FORCE POWERS: N/A
SKILLS: Exlosives, Demolitions, Blowing Stuff up... You get the idea.
Oh, and he's got a decent shot with a gun, and a passable sword skill.
LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS: N/A
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES: He's an explsves genious. He invents all kinds of explosive weapons, along with some other not-so-normal weaponry...
To defeat him, you miht try hitting him. Or shooting him. Or... injuring him.
GEAR: He carries an assortment of weapons, most invented by him. Ususal gear includes...
RPG
double bladed sword (with surprise!)
Grenades, C4, exlosives in general
khaki shorts with many pockets (guess whats in em...)
Red t-shirt
Wristwatch (has switches to remote detonate things on 217 frequencies.)
Modified shotgun (Shoots small grenades shaped like shotgun shells. They can embed themselves in walls and be remote detonated by the watch.)
SHIP: If Only...
The If Only is a modified short range shuttle. It now has a hyperdrive, and two missile launchers, along with some mines.
PETS: N/A
PERSONALITY: Orrell is a sarcastic fellow. He LOVES to point out the obviou,ad he never takes anything seriously. NEVER. He has an abnormal passion for explosions, and aknack for inventing things. He can scrap together almost anything with the right junk, and with actual supplies, and time...
Orrell also has love of music. He loves to listen to music, no mater what the situation. A battle? No problem. He'll just time his exlosions to the beat. Creep out the enemy forces? Use a symphony. And bombs. Don't forget the bombs.
HISTORY:
Orrell was born on Coruscant. Average family. Parents were low end bankers, and brother followed their footsteps. He was always told he was a diapoinment to the family. Oh well... His brother thrived to become the low end banker he was always destined to be.
At the age of 12, Orrell faced a tragedy. His mother was killed by the republic. Well, not really killed. Just accidentally murdered. Beleived to be an Alsakan spy, she was interogated. One of the chemivals used in the interogation caused an allergic reaction. She died a day before she was to be released. Orrell held a grudge against the Republic ever since.
Orrell left the family at age 15. Went to the blackmarket. He soon became semi-wealthy selling, you guessed it, fashionable clothing. Of course, the clothing was smuggled, due to containg a flesh eating bacteia, but hey, money buys explosives. After ammasing enough funds, Orrell left the black market to craft and sell his own custom weapons.
He was quite skilled at this, and he soon was comisioned with weapons from importent people, crime bosses, Republic Generals, etc. He trained himelself in some types of combat, and set out on a lovely adventure with some mercenaries to kill come pirates. Lots of explosions. Nowadays, he makes weapons only for the highest raig people. He spends most of his time looking for excuses to blow things up...
KILLS:
DUELING RING MATCHES:
GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES:
ROLE-PLAYS:
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