Name: Tzaar
Species: Trandoshan
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Height: 7' 5"
Weight: 267 lb.
Apparel: When not on the job, Tzaar wears a red jumpsuit and a pair of old leather boots, comfortable enough for him to relax in without needing much effort to put on. On the job, he wears a set of armor weave shirt and pants, with a set of durasteel armor over top of it to maximize the protection it provides him, with his various armaments hanging off the holsters and belts he lines the armor with.
Weaponry: One DLT-19 Heavy Blaster Rifle slung over his back, One DL-44 Heavy Blaster Pistol kept on his hip side holster, One BD-1 Cutter Vibro-Ax also on his back, Several thermal detonators, stun grenades and other explosives kept on his belt and a miniature flamethrower in his left gauntlet.
Equipment: A medical kit kept in a satchel on the back of his belt and a wrist mounted grappling hook in his right gauntlet.
Personality: Tzaar is best described as a violent beast. Bearing the deadly combination of a fiery temper and a short fuse until it ignites, he often finds himself at odds with most of those he comes into contact with. He is rude, crass and quite often antagonistic towards friend and foe alike. Possessing a great love for the blood shed of battle, Tzaar shines his greatest in the heat of blaster fire, tearing through opponents both worthy and not in the glory of his god. As abrasive as he can be, Tzaar is a reptile of honor, proven by his stalwart loyalty to Koren and the vague sense of respect he gives to those who prove themselves 'worthy' in his eyes.
Skills:
-Incredible strength, even among his species.
-Expert in close quarters combat, both armed and unarmed.
-Expert Marksman
-Highly resilient, capable of regenerating entire limbs.
Flaws:
-Lacks agility thanks to his size
-Completely unable to fly a spaceship
-Highly volatile and aggressive
-Religious views prevent him from retreating from a kill
Bio: Tzaar was born on Dosha like many of his people, growing on his home world immersed in the culture on the hunter. Proving himself to be a powerful warrior even in his youthful days, Tzaar's first taste of combat came when he was brought off world by members of his clan to undergo a slaving mission on the neighboring world of Kashyyyk. He found purpose in the heat of battle, pleasure in running down the wookies his people found and captured. Yet even the mighty beasts of the forest world could not satisfy the massive lizard's thirst for combat. Upon reaching adulthood among his people, Tzaar left Dosha and his clansmen to hunt not just the prey of their planet or their furry neighbors, but the criminals of the galaxy at large. Proving himself to be a successful bounty hunter, the former slaver's career was nearly brought to an end when, during a particularly violent run in with a fellow bounty hunter turned south. Too focused on pummeling the cocky gunslinger into a pulp, the reptile didn't notice the hunter's comrade leveling a blaster at his head from behind. A shot rang out, but not of the cowardly backstabber's blaster. Instead, another man had blasted Tzaar's would be assailant. Indebted to him as the laws of his people dictated, Tzaar pledged his services to the strange smelling pink man until he could repay the life debt he had accrued that fated day.