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Welcome! Please don't post here. Below you'll find links to my characters' important pages (Profile, Rep Tracker & Sub-Account), as well as an overview of who they are and some basic concepts that speak to what I feel might mesh well with them or not, at any given time. If want to get some threads going, feel free to PM me or find me on Discord. Thanks!

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Character Overview​

Morgan is a Corellian Smuggler. Like many from his homeworld, the man is a capable Pilot and positively in love with the notion of flying. Laid-back, generally easy to get along with and taken with notions of travel and adventure — the more exotic the better — the man will gravitate to those with stories to tell, and typically has a few of his own, to suit the occasion.

Currently a member of the Bad Company Crew, aboard The Fool's Errand alongside long-time friend Callahan McKoy, slicer Kiara Shan and the trio's Captain and Mentor, Pin. There, the Corellian has discovered a passion for the unearthing (and fencing) of artefacts of historical (and monetary) import.

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The air was thick, and bore an acrid taste of sweat and Force knew what else. Not from the fighters themselves, of course, the Corellian duo was much too far away from them. No, this came from the drunken, rabid crowd, cheering for the violence before them.

"Djyoo too are gud payr!" — came a voice so shrill it could shatter glass — "De nyext fyght. It whill be whort your credit. Djyoo bet on wheener, Yeys?" A Toydarian, barely scratching at Basic, wafted in, bringing with her a smell so awful it could drop a bantha, an instant reminder of just how seedy this place was. Ah, the charms of Hutt Space.

"Ah. Well, we are betting, but your friend over there has taken our wagers already. He's been paying out already by the looks of it. Seems to be a packed night." — replied Morgan, before turning to Callahan to his side and motioning — "Unless y-"

"Freynd? Wot freynd?" — the winged woman interrupted.

"The little Duros guy." — met with a look of confusion, the Corellian explained further — "Bald, short, red eyes, green skin. Nice jacket. Leather."

"Whjat did jhackeyt loowk lyk? And wjheyr did djoo ssee jhim?"

"Kind of a caramel. Maybe tawny?" — a glance at McKoy — "Tawny. And just over there." — he nodded in self-assertion, before motioning in a direction — "You just missed him."

The alien rudely turned away from the pair and spat a flurry of sharp ks and guttural grunts that made up the Toydarian language into a holo device in her possession. Morgan calmly leaned to one side, to get a better angle on the flying, trumped bookie weaving her way into the crowd to chase after a nondescript spacer wearing a light brown leather jacket.

As the two fighters in the centre of this room and the many screens therein continued to beat the living daylights out of each other for a quick paycheck, surrounded by the roaring chants of a crowd that gathered for blood and the thin veneer of civilisation and sport that this warehouse in Nar Shaddaa seemed to project was beginning to fade, one smuggler turned to the other and, his features peaceful as always, offered a silent, knowing look.

The game was on.

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