Thanks for the acceptance, Reem! I'll get a post up soon.

[b]Name:[/b] Tazzak
[b]Race:[/b] Jawa
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Age:[/b] 19
[b]Homeworld:[/b] Tatooine
[b]Profession:[/b] Freelance Mechanic

[b]Appearance:[/b]
Tazzak is a typical Jawa to most. His face is darkened and obscured under his hood at all times, hiding it save for the soft yellow glow of his eyes. He stands a little over a metre off the ground and is not exactly built threateningly.

As he is often working in the confines of starships, Tazzak prefers to wear a shortened version of the Jawa hooded brown robe, one that is closer-fitting to his arms and stops at his waist. To cover his legs, he wears trousers of a lighter brown colour and foot wrappings of a similar material. he also wears a pouched bandolier and belt with various nick-knacks as well as tools.

[b]Personality:[/b]
Moody and fiercely independent, Tazzak makes a quick impression as one who's patience rivals his relative stature to others. Unfortunately, the consequence of his physicality means that the passion in his angry rants at people who cross him are limited to his robotic and near monotonous voice synthesiser that speaks basic for him. When not in a chiding mood, he is clever and persistent, occasionally finding interesting ways around engineering problems. This can unfortunately lead to display something of a superiority complex.

[b]Bio:[/b]
While Tazzak was initially raised in a clan that called a mobile sandcrawler home, his talents developed in areas which were less focussed on bodging together something sellable as actually making things work. Pretty much anything electronic and mechanical that fell into his hands was transformed into something that functioned as good as new. He was somewhat appreciated in his family, but ambition drove him to want to work on bigger projects. His dream of building his own starship from scratch was one he knew he was never going to fulfil if he stayed on the sandcrawler, so he left home to get work wherever he could.

He ended up at Mos Shuuta and established himself as a kind of fix-it for hire. At first, he only got work fixing minor problems in droids and the like, but eventually he was trusted enough to help out at the excuse of a spaceport that the community had. With Mos Shuuta being the place it was, it wasn't long before he ran into some types that took advantage of him. The day he didn't get payment for fixing an expensive problem with a certain ship reactor was the same day that he bought himself a weapon. Thankfully, work has been steady since. A change in attitude to have a chip on his shoulder in combination with waving around his blaster pistol has certainly helped against swindlers and the like.

His latest job was to crawl around underneath the floors of a busted up light freighter to work on the power distribution. A light freighter that is coincidentally being hijacked by some mysterious armed assailants.

[b]Weapons:[/b] DH-17 Blaster Pistol with a shoulder strap. He's only ever had to threaten people with it rather than actually get in a firefight. The fusion cutter also hurts, but he would rather not risk breaking it.

[b]Gear/Equipment/Items:[/b] A homemade voice synthesiser to speak galactic basic standard. Some extra gas and power packs for his blaster. A set of tools including a fusion cutter, welding goggles, protective gloves, a hydrospanner and a fusing pen.