Name: Yorkow "Frank" Tingada

Age: 321

Gender: M

Race: Teloran


Homeworld: The Teloran homeworld 
Position: Prisoner

Personality: Teloran culture revolves around being resolute in your decisions, respectful, and willing to let things slide. As such, Frank being a disrespectful wise-cracker with a love for revenge didn't do him any favors on his homeworld. Frank has a high opinion of himself to say the least, relishing in any opportunity he can get to outsmart his opponents. He's usually laid back, relaxed, but not in a way that makes others around him laid back and relaxed. When things really stop going his way and he can't fix it, he'll get angry and violent. Fortunately for him, however, he can usually swing the situations back into his favor before long. He changes his voice every once in a while, working on his impressions, and most recently he's been doing an ancient Bostonian accent.

Appearance: A being made of a rock-like substance, Franks body is thick and stout. Like his peers his irises are pure yellow, with no visible pupils. His body is balanced when it comes to the distribution of his weight, but his fore-head is large and out-set and his jaw has a major under-bite, but due to his mouth's nature of no lips or tongue it only serves to give his voice a slight echo. His forehead makes him a terrific head-butter, though.

His clothing is unorthodox. He wears an unbuttoned Hawaiian-flower shirt, where purple cartoon flowers dance on a faded teal back ground. Khakis shorts and sandals on his legs and he looks like a tourist. He figures it throws people off, and it's kind of funny. They wouldn't let him have any armor on, of course, but it doesn't matter too much because he's made of stone.

Abilities:
Frank is a smooth talker. If he had one, you could say he had a silver-tongue.
As an experienced smuggler, he's an excellent navigator and skilled pilot.
Due to his criminal background, he's got to be good with a gun, and good in a fist-fight. He is.
He's resistant to damage because of his rocky skin. So if he DOES get in a fist-fight...he'll probably win.
He has a lot of weight behind him because he's made of stone. This can help him in a lot of situations.
Over his long-life span, he's sharpened his reflexes and has a lot of experience. He has a good eye for things that he can use.

Equipment:
Somewhere stored on the ship is his favorite gun, a powerful hand-cannon custom made for his giant fingers.
He also has a few surprises in store, that I think would be better for the IC if I don't reveal them until he needs them. If I must, I will, no problem.


Biography: He was an outcast on his homeworld, none of the other Telorans shared his lust for wealth and adventure or his mean-spirit. If they did, he didn't know them, because he got "offa that stinkin' rock" as fast as he could. He quickly found a place in the criminal black-market, and over a century and half learned all the shortcuts and tricks that all the maps in the galaxy couldn't teach you. He made a name for himself and had his own smuggling ring. But, over such a long life-time, mistakes are bound to happen. During a botched contraband run, a gunfight erupted and the authorities arrived. They wanted to catch the Teloran, and they did. He ended up in a jail-cell in the Exeralune, in transport to a major prison planet to serve his sentence. But the smuggler intends on escaping his prison, and it looks like this attack was a miracle he knew he didn't deserve but was going to take advantage of, anyway.