*presents Cs from old rp*

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[b]Name:[/b] Tahillie Junta (Pronunciation of Name TA-Hee-Lee JUNE-ta)

 [b]AKA:[/b] Talley, June 

[b]Age:[/b] 32

 [b]Race:[/b] Furtim

 [b]Appearance:[/b] 
[hider=Tahillie]Tahillie may stand a few inches taller than the rest of his brethren species, making him stand at Six feet and three inches tall and weighing at 179 LBS. With dark smooth scales covering his entire being, Tahillie can be seen wearing light clothing. The colouring of the clothing consists of cotton Slate blue vest, Burnt grey slacks, Eggshell white shirt that can be seen underneath the vest, and midnight blue shoes. With wide, but feline like yellow eyes, are hidden behind a metallic silver visor. With all that, a faint code bar can be seen on the left lower bicep, depicting that he was once a fighter slave.[/hider] 

[b]Faction:[/b] Marauder, Ex-Committee Specialist, Hacker

 [b]Role in Team?:[/b] Scout/Intelligence

 [b]Bio:[/b]
[hider=Background]When Tahillie was rather young, no older than two years of age, his mother had taken him away from their home world, not wanting him to be a hired hand. Tahillie did not know why at the time, but shrugged it off as any other thing that his mother would do. That was til their little ship was raided. His mother, to Tahillie at the time, thought that she was going to play hide and seek with him, after that she told him to hide and that she'll come looking for him. She never found him, nor he never saw her alive. Shortly after the loud commotions stopped, and being as brave as he can, Tahillie mustered all of his strength to wonder out of the cubby hole in the cockpit of their little transporter. To his surprise, he found his mother laying in a pool of dark liquid, though he thought that she was simply sleeping. He kept telling her to wake up, that she won the game, but she never responded. He was caught shortly after he was found poking at his mother. The Pirates that had boarded their little transporter, had an idea forming in the back of his head; sell the little Furtim off in the black market. After being sold off in an action, Tahillie shortly became a fighter of sorts, fighting for his life against other extraterrestrial beings in Underground Fights.
He was praised by his first Master, enjoying the praises that he also had gotten from his mother before she was killed. He enjoyed the way that his fists made another's skull crack open, or how the sound of bones breaking made him shiver with delight, he enjoyed all the praises that his Master had given him. Six years after he was bought, he fought everything that was thrown at him. Even of the same race. It was eight years later he regime as the underground fights champion, it was later that the Committee Soldiers had taken down the Underground Fights that have been happening on the outer most rimmed galaxies. He was taken into the Committee's care.
 He turned hostile towards the Soldiers that had taken everything from him, even if he was bought as an Underground Fighter. He lost his hatred after being in isolation for six months with nothing but a hologram for entertainment. Sure, the soldiers came to bring him food, trying to get the mentality of being a slave out of his system, and left whenever they felt they've failed to do any of the above. And failed again and again they did.
 Roughly two and a half years after he came out of Isolation, he had found another interest for hacking into the Committee's data bank, but only stopped when the soldiers had caught and scolded him for doing the wrong thing. He did enjoy the thrill of hacking into others personal information, along finding out other things during the two and a half years. His skill in hacking and was noticed by the higher ups, and he was then later trained to hack into other operative data banks, this considered with the Black markets, slave auctions, and other criminal syndicate that we're almost hidden well from the Committee's eyes. Four years after his training, thus close to the age of twenty three, Tahillie was praised for another Black Market findings in another sector of the Galaxy, giving his higher up (his best friend) the wear abouts of the Black Market. When his Mentor had ventured off to stop this black market, Tahillie had found out that the soldier (the mentor) was murdered by one of the Auctioneers, who was also the same being that had bought him when he was only two years of age. While rage build up in the back of his mind, Tahillie became quickly aware that he was being watched by the other soldiers, the trainees, and by the higher ranks. He was cold towards them, not their fault to be exact, but he was not the most friendliest of being to be around. Roughly searching for the one that killed his Mentor, Tahillie gave up on being a Soldier for the Committee, he needed the freedom to search for the Auctioneer, to find and end the poor saps life. He left the Committee while he was Twenty Nine years of age. Four years after his training, and a little under a decade as a Committee Specialist under his belt, he gave his letter of Leave, he volunteered himself for the expeditions to the Unknown, this was a way for himself to find the one that killed his Mentor. However, even to this day, Tahillie is still estranged to the crew, seemingly to ignore and cold to most of the crew.[/hider]

 [b]Personality:[/b] While being cold himself, Tahillie Junta is a standoffish type of being, with this said, he may seem to ignore one that is speaking to him, unless it is a meeting or someone that he feels comfortable with. This is due to the time that he spent almost three years in isolation. Along with a cold demure, he will walk by someone without the proper greeting, unless it is the Captain. He may seem shy and unsettling, however, he will be brutally honest about his own personal feelings. He maybe brash at some points, growl at those that get into his personal space, will lash and bite those who do impose on invading his privacy. However, whenever he consumes any type of Alcohol, considering that he has a little to no tolerance for the stuff, he is the complete opposite of his every day life.

[b]Weapon(s):[/b] Two plasma knife hilts can be seen sitting on his left hip, a simple energy pistol can be seen sitting on the other hip. 

[b]Family/Relationship?:[/b] There is one of the crew members that he's fond of, but will not show it. He is still estranged to crew, new an old.

 [b]Other:[/b] Tahillie usually hides in his little room that is usually messy with holographic parts, cables, or things that may seem like junk that litter any space available. He will also be seen sitting in his chair with the silver visor over his head and fully dived into Cyberspace. He's also an insomniac, very little sleep is needed for what he does. 
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