General
Character Name:
Sky
Alias:
None
Gender:
Male
Species/Race:
Tinnell
Age:
Twenty Three
Place of Birth:
Nar Shaada
Occupation:
Bounty Hunter
Appearance
Height:
Five feet
Hair:
Sky has jet black fur stretching across his body.
Eyes:
Brown, feline.
Distinguishing Marks:
A tail.
General Appearance:
Standing at the short height of five feet, Sky gives off anything but an intimidating presence. His coat of black fur covering every inch of his body does little in terms of hiding the scrawny nature of his frame. There doesn't appear to be any visible scars donning the feline's body hinting at either a lack of experience or a knack of getting out of trouble before shit hits the fan. There is little to show off in an impressive manner, save for maybe a set of large brown eyes that curiously peer at everything in their surrounding as if to take note of every detail. Small claws are at the end of each finger, though nothing Sky would use as weapons due to his lack of physical capabilities. Just like the rest of his colour scheme, his claws are of an obsidian black colour.
On the lower part of his back one can clearly see a long, slender tail slowly wagging from one end to the other, as if it has a life of its own. Though flexible, Sky cannot use this tail for anything of note.
When it comes to his choice of clothing, he'd prefer something simple and comfortable. A white leather jacket rests on top of a black tank top covering Sky's chest. A pair of white, fingerless leather gloves would don both hands for better grip around the trusty light pistol holstered under his left arm, beneath his jacket. As is common among travelers of the endless space, Sky wears long leather boots both durable and comfortable. Finally, Sky would wear a pair of simple black pants which are tucked into his black boots. Needless to say, he's not very creative when it comes to what colour he wears, though black tends to be efficient.
Strengths:
+ Quick Draw
Sky is quite fast with a blaster, having practiced in the art of always being armed in the dangerous, dark parts of space...like a cantina.
+ Marksman
Whether he is using a pistol or a rifle, Sky displays excellent aim and gunplay.
+ Agile
Due to both his feline heritage and life on the fringes of space, Sky has developed quite impressive agility.
Weaknesses:
- Fragile
There isn't much bulk to his feline being. He is in fact quite scrawny, perhaps an indication of a starved past.
- Weak
Possessing the scrawny frame he dons, Sky attempts to avoid melee combat by any means necessary. He can't hope to throw punch and even less so throwing an effective punch which would damage his opponent. In short, Sky is useless in a brawl.
- Small
While it has its advantages to be small, such as adding to one's stealth or fitting through smaller spaces, it also comes with drawbacks you'd expect. A lack of weight removes any possibility of standing against shockwaves or heavy winds and he is easily picked up and subdued if caught.
- Force Powers
While Sky is force sensitive, the force flows through him in a rather different manner. He isn't capapble of conjuring the force in any external manner, but rather has his body enchanced by its touch. Due to this, Sky is not and will never be able to summon the external power of the force in any offensive or defensive way.
Social and Mental
Allies:
Viggo Lat
- A rodian sleeze always hanging out in cantinas and provides dirt on people for the right price. He also cheats at pazaak.
Lin
- A human woman who owns a general store in Nar Shaada. A polite woman but has a tendency of selling things on the black market.
Edo
- Childhood friends, Sky and Edo don't have any good communication anymore but that could come to change.
Enemies:
Jeg Geero
- An ex soldier zabrak turned bounty hunter who Sky beat to the prize once. He tends to hold grudges and is said to not even remember why.
Kyle Vale
-Sky's ex lover. They had a rather rocky relationship, but their friendship was something that eventually developed into romantic involvement. Both of them being tinnell helped on that front, given how rare the species is. Though, once a truckload of credits came his way, Kyle was more than willing to sacrifice his boyfriend for it. A scam from the very start, Sky never forgave Kyle for having used him towards such a shallow end.
Current Goal/Purpose:
Currently, Sky only wishes to continue his work. His goal is his next contract.
Aspirations:
Sky wishes he could have access to a ship and better equipment. As it is, he's scraping to get by. Hopefully he'll eventually get enough credits to manage the big fry.
Hobbies:
Listening to music, playing card games, chilling out, marksmanship.
Likes:
Guns, droids, the night sky, leather jackets, freedom, flowers, cuddly animals.
Dislikes:
Brutes, rude behaviour, fanaticism, The Circle, vegetables, swords.
Fears:
Captivity, spiders, loss of control, being subdued, close quarters combat.
Personality:
Quiet and mellow, Sky often prefers to listen rather than talk, something that would quickly jump to his force senses. Throughout his life he has learned that a big mouth can get you in trouble and thus only speaks when he finds it absolutely necessary to do so. He is well aware of his limitations and without a gun, he would be completely defenceless. Due to this, he tries his best not to aggravate the wrong people, which at times gets difficult due to his occupation of being a bounty hunter.
The constantly serious expression on his face could in fact be considered 'cute' due to his innocent appearance, though Sky is incredibly professional and tries to act like such as often as he can. One shouldn't be fooled, however. While cautious, maybe to a fault, the young man is very friendly towards those he does not consider enemies. A polite personality will get you very far and will avoid unnecessary conflict where there is need for none.
Towards his friends Sky expresses a sense of loyalty akin to that of comrades. Throughout his life he has learned to look after himself only and that has left some scars so to speak. He genuinely cares for his friends, and maybe one day someone will swing by who will truly unlock his heart, but as it is right now, his friendship towards others is on a solely professional level. They are all there to back each other up, but everyone's actually looking after themselves. While this might be true or not, in Sky's head, everyone's always looking after themselves before anyone else. Due to this, Sky enjoys the company of droids quite a lot. They are almost always trustworthy, mostly because they were programmed to be.
To sum it up, Sky is a friendly but serious being who is curious to know if there is such a thing as a 'true friend' or if his reality is in fact the only one.
Equipment
Special Items:
A shoulder bag where he keeps:
- A flashlight.
- A few credits.
- A datapad.
Weapons:
A light blaster pistol.
Supernatural
Force Sensitive:
Yes
Force Powers:
Force Senses
Sky's hearing and sight in particular are increased by a passive touch of the force.
Force Reflexes
Sky's quick and deft hands aren't all skill, it would appear. Due to the force running through his veins, Sky is able to perform impressive reflexive feats in the face of danger, such as drawing his gun incredibly fast or shooting several targets accurately in a flowing motion.
Background
History:
It isn't very common for a mercenary, bounty hunter or freelancing scoundrel to have come from a stable background. Usually what you'd think of is a gutter somewhere on Naar Shaada where every scrap of food is something you would fight for and your very survival hinges on deft hands. If you threw Sky into this bunch, you'd be right. It's not a glamorous life or even an uncommon one, neither would it be considered a story worthy of telling in most forums. Having grown up nowhere else than in the filth ridden streets of Naar Shaada, Sky was just one of many urchins scrambling through empty warehouses in search of a warm corner to call home for the next five minutes.
Now, cutting it on your own is never smart. It might seem smart at first, never owing anyone anything, just following your own path and never having to share food with anyone else, but in all actuality, it's suicide. It also comes with the need of looking over your shoulder every other second, fighting everyone else for a place to stay during the cold nights and of course, trying to survive on your own. Counting every piece of luck on five fingers, Sky knew that if he intended to get anywhere, preferably -out- of the streets, he would need to claw his way through the filth and into the cold embrace of a gang.
It was a start, but a start he needed to get to all the same. Being a quiet kid ever since his first steps, Sky was never one to measure his pride with others. He's always known his limitations and while curious, he often keeps his mouth shut as to not get in more trouble than necessary. It is the quiet ones you need to look out for, however. Someone always uses war as an opportunity to better their own position and this was no different for Sky. He was small, weak, scrawny and worthless, but he was also crafty. With the local gang war raging on, he could either hide from it, or use it to get in with one of the gangs. Actually, it mattered little who it ended up being. Though, picking up a stray pistol once bought and sold on the black market, the now thirteen year old Sky would have to take his first life in an attempt to get his own. On the streets, one would expect everyone to walk around with a gun but that's not the case. They are expensive, even the backwater cheap ones, and grabbing hold of a pistol often makes you the center of attention. The previous owner of the blaster pistol laid dead with his blood leaking into a sewage drain from a wound in his head caused by a metal pipe. Of course, in the chaos the woman who had killed him would soon be put down as well.
Amidst the chaotic battle field spanning across the abandoned factory where the two gangs were going to meet up for a final showdown, Sky quickly made his way from cover to cover until that one blaster pistol was close enough to wrap his small fingers around. Ironic how this thing was going to be his ticket to a better life, or a death sentence. Either way, it was going to change everything. He pulled the trigger, once, twice and even five times, ending five gangsters in the process. The shots were accurate, especially for someone who had never used a pistol before. He never expected there to be a parade in appreciation, but getting knocked out soon after joining the fray was never quite part of the plan.
He'd wake up some time later, tied to a chair with a flickering lamp softly swinging above his head. "Those were some interesting moves." A female voice graced his ears as he looked up, seeing a zabrak staring back at him. Her muscular body spoke of many battles and even more weights lifted. "Why'd do you do it?"
Was there a point in lying? Was there a point in spinning a story? Every gang member had proven themselves before they were allowed to join, now he had as well. "I want to join you..." Five simple words, five accurate shots. It was all that was needed. Sky's quiet voice quickly vanished into the darkness surrounding him but he was met by a wicked smile and a hand on his shoulder.
"Looking out for your skin, that's good. Know where you stand, and follow orders...you'll live..." Funny how the initiation wasn't harder than that, though everyone knew that each member of that gang was there for their own safety. No one was there because they felt loyal or had a common goal. Everyone was striving for safety in numbers and thus nothing else than obedience was expected from the feline creature.
Years passed, enough to grant the tinnell nineteen years under his belt. Through a combination of skill and hard work, he had indeed grown in rank. However the gang he called safety would eventually dissipate due to an endless amount of gang wars which eventually thinned it out to nothingness. Surviving this fate, Sky took to the survival skills he had learned throughout the years and made his way out of the gutter and into the fringes. He would don the cape of a bounty hunter, taking on small jobs for a pittance but would soon enough get the hang of it.
This is where the quiet street kid ended up, a bounty hunter for the highest bidder. Ironic what a stray blaster pistol on the ground could lead to, isn't it?
Character Name:
Sky
Alias:
None
Gender:
Male
Species/Race:
Tinnell
Age:
Twenty Three
Place of Birth:
Nar Shaada
Occupation:
Bounty Hunter
Appearance
Height:
Five feet
Hair:
Sky has jet black fur stretching across his body.
Eyes:
Brown, feline.
Distinguishing Marks:
A tail.
General Appearance:
Standing at the short height of five feet, Sky gives off anything but an intimidating presence. His coat of black fur covering every inch of his body does little in terms of hiding the scrawny nature of his frame. There doesn't appear to be any visible scars donning the feline's body hinting at either a lack of experience or a knack of getting out of trouble before shit hits the fan. There is little to show off in an impressive manner, save for maybe a set of large brown eyes that curiously peer at everything in their surrounding as if to take note of every detail. Small claws are at the end of each finger, though nothing Sky would use as weapons due to his lack of physical capabilities. Just like the rest of his colour scheme, his claws are of an obsidian black colour.
On the lower part of his back one can clearly see a long, slender tail slowly wagging from one end to the other, as if it has a life of its own. Though flexible, Sky cannot use this tail for anything of note.
When it comes to his choice of clothing, he'd prefer something simple and comfortable. A white leather jacket rests on top of a black tank top covering Sky's chest. A pair of white, fingerless leather gloves would don both hands for better grip around the trusty light pistol holstered under his left arm, beneath his jacket. As is common among travelers of the endless space, Sky wears long leather boots both durable and comfortable. Finally, Sky would wear a pair of simple black pants which are tucked into his black boots. Needless to say, he's not very creative when it comes to what colour he wears, though black tends to be efficient.
Strengths:
+ Quick Draw
Sky is quite fast with a blaster, having practiced in the art of always being armed in the dangerous, dark parts of space...like a cantina.
+ Marksman
Whether he is using a pistol or a rifle, Sky displays excellent aim and gunplay.
+ Agile
Due to both his feline heritage and life on the fringes of space, Sky has developed quite impressive agility.
Weaknesses:
- Fragile
There isn't much bulk to his feline being. He is in fact quite scrawny, perhaps an indication of a starved past.
- Weak
Possessing the scrawny frame he dons, Sky attempts to avoid melee combat by any means necessary. He can't hope to throw punch and even less so throwing an effective punch which would damage his opponent. In short, Sky is useless in a brawl.
- Small
While it has its advantages to be small, such as adding to one's stealth or fitting through smaller spaces, it also comes with drawbacks you'd expect. A lack of weight removes any possibility of standing against shockwaves or heavy winds and he is easily picked up and subdued if caught.
- Force Powers
While Sky is force sensitive, the force flows through him in a rather different manner. He isn't capapble of conjuring the force in any external manner, but rather has his body enchanced by its touch. Due to this, Sky is not and will never be able to summon the external power of the force in any offensive or defensive way.
Social and Mental
Allies:
Viggo Lat
- A rodian sleeze always hanging out in cantinas and provides dirt on people for the right price. He also cheats at pazaak.
Lin
- A human woman who owns a general store in Nar Shaada. A polite woman but has a tendency of selling things on the black market.
Edo
- Childhood friends, Sky and Edo don't have any good communication anymore but that could come to change.
Enemies:
Jeg Geero
- An ex soldier zabrak turned bounty hunter who Sky beat to the prize once. He tends to hold grudges and is said to not even remember why.
Kyle Vale
-Sky's ex lover. They had a rather rocky relationship, but their friendship was something that eventually developed into romantic involvement. Both of them being tinnell helped on that front, given how rare the species is. Though, once a truckload of credits came his way, Kyle was more than willing to sacrifice his boyfriend for it. A scam from the very start, Sky never forgave Kyle for having used him towards such a shallow end.
Current Goal/Purpose:
Currently, Sky only wishes to continue his work. His goal is his next contract.
Aspirations:
Sky wishes he could have access to a ship and better equipment. As it is, he's scraping to get by. Hopefully he'll eventually get enough credits to manage the big fry.
Hobbies:
Listening to music, playing card games, chilling out, marksmanship.
Likes:
Guns, droids, the night sky, leather jackets, freedom, flowers, cuddly animals.
Dislikes:
Brutes, rude behaviour, fanaticism, The Circle, vegetables, swords.
Fears:
Captivity, spiders, loss of control, being subdued, close quarters combat.
Personality:
Quiet and mellow, Sky often prefers to listen rather than talk, something that would quickly jump to his force senses. Throughout his life he has learned that a big mouth can get you in trouble and thus only speaks when he finds it absolutely necessary to do so. He is well aware of his limitations and without a gun, he would be completely defenceless. Due to this, he tries his best not to aggravate the wrong people, which at times gets difficult due to his occupation of being a bounty hunter.
The constantly serious expression on his face could in fact be considered 'cute' due to his innocent appearance, though Sky is incredibly professional and tries to act like such as often as he can. One shouldn't be fooled, however. While cautious, maybe to a fault, the young man is very friendly towards those he does not consider enemies. A polite personality will get you very far and will avoid unnecessary conflict where there is need for none.
Towards his friends Sky expresses a sense of loyalty akin to that of comrades. Throughout his life he has learned to look after himself only and that has left some scars so to speak. He genuinely cares for his friends, and maybe one day someone will swing by who will truly unlock his heart, but as it is right now, his friendship towards others is on a solely professional level. They are all there to back each other up, but everyone's actually looking after themselves. While this might be true or not, in Sky's head, everyone's always looking after themselves before anyone else. Due to this, Sky enjoys the company of droids quite a lot. They are almost always trustworthy, mostly because they were programmed to be.
To sum it up, Sky is a friendly but serious being who is curious to know if there is such a thing as a 'true friend' or if his reality is in fact the only one.
Equipment
Special Items:
A shoulder bag where he keeps:
- A flashlight.
- A few credits.
- A datapad.
Weapons:
A light blaster pistol.
Supernatural
Force Sensitive:
Yes
Force Powers:
Force Senses
Sky's hearing and sight in particular are increased by a passive touch of the force.
Force Reflexes
Sky's quick and deft hands aren't all skill, it would appear. Due to the force running through his veins, Sky is able to perform impressive reflexive feats in the face of danger, such as drawing his gun incredibly fast or shooting several targets accurately in a flowing motion.
Background
History:
It isn't very common for a mercenary, bounty hunter or freelancing scoundrel to have come from a stable background. Usually what you'd think of is a gutter somewhere on Naar Shaada where every scrap of food is something you would fight for and your very survival hinges on deft hands. If you threw Sky into this bunch, you'd be right. It's not a glamorous life or even an uncommon one, neither would it be considered a story worthy of telling in most forums. Having grown up nowhere else than in the filth ridden streets of Naar Shaada, Sky was just one of many urchins scrambling through empty warehouses in search of a warm corner to call home for the next five minutes.
Now, cutting it on your own is never smart. It might seem smart at first, never owing anyone anything, just following your own path and never having to share food with anyone else, but in all actuality, it's suicide. It also comes with the need of looking over your shoulder every other second, fighting everyone else for a place to stay during the cold nights and of course, trying to survive on your own. Counting every piece of luck on five fingers, Sky knew that if he intended to get anywhere, preferably -out- of the streets, he would need to claw his way through the filth and into the cold embrace of a gang.
It was a start, but a start he needed to get to all the same. Being a quiet kid ever since his first steps, Sky was never one to measure his pride with others. He's always known his limitations and while curious, he often keeps his mouth shut as to not get in more trouble than necessary. It is the quiet ones you need to look out for, however. Someone always uses war as an opportunity to better their own position and this was no different for Sky. He was small, weak, scrawny and worthless, but he was also crafty. With the local gang war raging on, he could either hide from it, or use it to get in with one of the gangs. Actually, it mattered little who it ended up being. Though, picking up a stray pistol once bought and sold on the black market, the now thirteen year old Sky would have to take his first life in an attempt to get his own. On the streets, one would expect everyone to walk around with a gun but that's not the case. They are expensive, even the backwater cheap ones, and grabbing hold of a pistol often makes you the center of attention. The previous owner of the blaster pistol laid dead with his blood leaking into a sewage drain from a wound in his head caused by a metal pipe. Of course, in the chaos the woman who had killed him would soon be put down as well.
Amidst the chaotic battle field spanning across the abandoned factory where the two gangs were going to meet up for a final showdown, Sky quickly made his way from cover to cover until that one blaster pistol was close enough to wrap his small fingers around. Ironic how this thing was going to be his ticket to a better life, or a death sentence. Either way, it was going to change everything. He pulled the trigger, once, twice and even five times, ending five gangsters in the process. The shots were accurate, especially for someone who had never used a pistol before. He never expected there to be a parade in appreciation, but getting knocked out soon after joining the fray was never quite part of the plan.
He'd wake up some time later, tied to a chair with a flickering lamp softly swinging above his head. "Those were some interesting moves." A female voice graced his ears as he looked up, seeing a zabrak staring back at him. Her muscular body spoke of many battles and even more weights lifted. "Why'd do you do it?"
Was there a point in lying? Was there a point in spinning a story? Every gang member had proven themselves before they were allowed to join, now he had as well. "I want to join you..." Five simple words, five accurate shots. It was all that was needed. Sky's quiet voice quickly vanished into the darkness surrounding him but he was met by a wicked smile and a hand on his shoulder.
"Looking out for your skin, that's good. Know where you stand, and follow orders...you'll live..." Funny how the initiation wasn't harder than that, though everyone knew that each member of that gang was there for their own safety. No one was there because they felt loyal or had a common goal. Everyone was striving for safety in numbers and thus nothing else than obedience was expected from the feline creature.
Years passed, enough to grant the tinnell nineteen years under his belt. Through a combination of skill and hard work, he had indeed grown in rank. However the gang he called safety would eventually dissipate due to an endless amount of gang wars which eventually thinned it out to nothingness. Surviving this fate, Sky took to the survival skills he had learned throughout the years and made his way out of the gutter and into the fringes. He would don the cape of a bounty hunter, taking on small jobs for a pittance but would soon enough get the hang of it.
This is where the quiet street kid ended up, a bounty hunter for the highest bidder. Ironic what a stray blaster pistol on the ground could lead to, isn't it?
