[hider=Tyrsam “Tyr” Musarna][h1][color=00ffff][center]Name: Tyrsam “Tyr” Musarna [/center][/color][/h1]
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[h3]Age:[/h3] 
30
[h3]Species:[/h3] 
Human
[h3]Occupation: [/h3] 
Smuggler 

[h3]Homeworld: [/h3] 
[url=https://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/Dandoran]Dandoran[/url], a lush and watery planet found in what was formerly Hutt Space.

[h3]Appearance: [/h3] 
Aside from what you see, Tyr holds himself high in a smug self-esteem. Slick, armed with a silver tongue as well as sarcastic quips, he idolises the smugglers of years gone, hoping to emulate them from head to toe. He walks straight backed at a stock-standard size of 5'11, with the posture and poise of a ballerina, sure footed in every step.

The man also loves his fashion, spending an obscene amount of time carving out a dashing appearance, with the latest in clothing to match.

[h3]Equipment: [/h3] 
Weapons: Shotgun, combat knife, pistol
Utilities: Tinkerers tools (small tool kit for minor mechanic/robotic adjustments), creds, ship-holo interface chip (installed in his head), wrist mounted scanner and AI linked lockpick
Other: Smokes and flask (whiskey)

[h3]Bio: [/h3] 
Born on Dandoran, Tyr’s mother died during childbirth in a Cartel den that lacked any sort of medical facility. His father, an unknown and faceless member of the gang, set the boy to work in the hideout's hangar bay from almost as soon as he could walk.

Though lush and beautiful, the planet's population was nothing but a seedy underbelly of pirates, cartels and other unsightly underworld figures. When Hutt Space fractured, the planet was thrown into disarray, with any idiot with a gun looking to rule. Cartels constantly fought each other and themselves, with most dissolving and reforming so often that their names became meaningless. Tyr’s father was killed during the conflict sometime during his early adolescence, leaving the boy to fend for himself.

Tyr offered services repairing droids and ships, making a small living for himself all the while building his very own programs. Though he had an affinity for dealing with hardware, it was always the software that interested him. For the life of him, Tyr could never understand why they crammed such intelligent programming into clunky, slow moving robots. Fear, was what he surmised, fear of what AI could truly achieve if given a more form free existence. 

Eventually, a loose form of stability came to the planet by the way of Lando’s Privateers, a swanky and well dressed bunch who had let their virtuous sides get the better of them. With work drying up, Tyr being of age and things ‘becoming dreadfully boring’, the now young man, *ahem*, [i]commandeered[/i] a ship by installing an AI program and sought off to become a smuggler in his own right.

Keeping his AI program a secret, Tyr managed to edge ahead of his competitors building a decent amount of notoriety, something his father never achieved. Nowadays he has become somewhat known in the region and while he isn’t a part of Lando’s Privateers, he is friendly with them.

With a mountain of tech being uncovered in the unknown region from the Starkiller Base, Tyr is on his way to meet with a new contact interested in selling pieces on the black market.

[h3]Powers and Abilities: [/h3] 
Tyr is an outlaw, a gunslinger with quick hands and an even faster triggerfinger. He’s also a robotics expert having worked on them since his childhood and a decent ship mechanic. Having spent so much time among his robot companions, he speaks droid and common. 

But the man’s strongest ability is his AI run ship. Personally linked to him thanks to a chip in his head, he’s able to navigate sticky situations a lot easier than other regular humans. The ship does have a back-up droid it can deploy, however it’s not a combat model and serves only to be moved to another ship if necessary.

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