Suede
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TALIK LAARCAN
AGE
► 22
SPECIES ► Zabrak
HEIGHT ► 1.86 m
WEIGHT ► 81 kilo
EYE COLOR ► Brown
HAIR COLOR ► N/A
HOMEWORLD ► Tattooine
GENDER ► Male
FACTION ► N/A
LEVEL ► 1
FORCE SENSITIVITY ► Clean as a whistle (not force sensitive)
BIOGRAPHY
Talik was once your average Tattooinian nobody. He worked for a small time freight company on planet, moving goods ranging from power converters to droid motivators to blasters between settlements and stations. Where once he had dreamed of soaring the skies, he had found that it was not all that he had wanted. It wasn't...enough. There was little he could do about it, though. His contract stipulated that he was locked into his job for years to come, and with the little money he made there was no way he could buy himself out of it and get his own ship.
Normally, Talik considered himself a well meaning and polite individual who followed rules, and more importantly, the law. However, as the years wore on, his desperation only grew. It got to the point where some days, he'd zone out and come to only to find himself subconsciously drifting into the atmosphere. Usually Talik could manage to shake himself out of his reverie and get back to focusing on the task at hand, but his last job was different. He just couldn't take it anymore. In the middle of a job where he was meant to be moving a shipment of Vorantikus Blaster rifles, Talik realized that if he didn't make a break for freedom now, he never would. He veered sharply off his designated flight path, and after forcibly re-enabling the ship's hyperdrive motivator, he shot into the (relative) unknown.
Normally, Talik considered himself a well meaning and polite individual who followed rules, and more importantly, the law. However, as the years wore on, his desperation only grew. It got to the point where some days, he'd zone out and come to only to find himself subconsciously drifting into the atmosphere. Usually Talik could manage to shake himself out of his reverie and get back to focusing on the task at hand, but his last job was different. He just couldn't take it anymore. In the middle of a job where he was meant to be moving a shipment of Vorantikus Blaster rifles, Talik realized that if he didn't make a break for freedom now, he never would. He veered sharply off his designated flight path, and after forcibly re-enabling the ship's hyperdrive motivator, he shot into the (relative) unknown.
STATS
Talik is relatively average across the board. Truly, his only noteworthy attribute is his somewhat heightened constitution, thanks to his two hearts.
SKILLS
Talik is a practiced pilot, but has yet to see any actual dangerous conditions that he's had to fly in. He's a decent mechanic as he was in charge of keeping his ship in proper operational shape, and has perfected a few simple gunslinging tricks in his spare time.
GEAR
A VT-1100 Light Freighter stolen from his former employers, a KF Labor Droid (also recently stolen), a Vorantikus Blaster Rifle of his own, his emergency Guardian Hold-Out Blaster, a trusty (emphasis on "rusty") Versatech Cosmowrench, a few sets of unclean clothes, and an old Flight Suit that likely hasn't been touched since the original pilot of the freighter owned the damn thing dozens of years ago.
