Name: Bodonawieedo of the
Bomu clan, but that is rather long to say so many agree to call him Besh-Besh (B-B) or just 'Besh'
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Species: Rodian
Appearance: 
Short at 5' with an athletic build of someone who has to climb run and swim as a profession.
Affiliation: "There will always be more Bomu"
Being such a widespread clan, often means having a finger in many pies, no everyone is a hunter but everyone is family, often this means he can always find something to do to keep fed, this also means he can always expect to be asked for a favor from a family member. (The lowest/cheapest thing he ever did was beat up an academy bully over lost meal-money. He sat outside the school for three weeks watching his cousin get harassed every day until he felt he had enough information. The next day he grabbed the twi-lek by their leku and threw them in front of the school-bus.)
Whilst of no surprise to have crossed paths, Besh has successfully performed a bounty service for Jabba, once. Technically, he found
a bounty and turned it into the crimelord for a tenth of the reward. Not the full reward offered, which would have required transporting the bounty. Still, he did a good for the Hutt, once.
Background: He is a hunter like his mother before him and her father before her. The definition of 'hunter' taken with liberty, as his family were technically big-game hunters, rather than bounty hunters. Sometimes they were takes with keeping kath-hounds off of the herds, sometimes it was clearing a nest of whomp-rats. Suffice to say that it was not always glamerous, but it kept them fed and educated.
Fate smiled upon him as a cousin called in a favor, needing a guide to track down a bounty. His mother decided that he was old enough to help be a guide as he lead his relative to a cavern, technically a tunnel by the way the wind blew out of the caverns mouth. With this information he helped come up with the idea for many gas canisters to smoke them out. Unfortunately, he grabbed one of the wrong canisters and laced an explosive grenade amidst the volatile fumes.
What should have been a gassing became a firebomb that incinerated all life inside the cavern. The cousin had to settle for a 'dead' bounty. But it was still a bounty. He had the skill, but he needed refinement. He spoke to Besh's mother to take him under their wing and make a 'true' hunter.
That was ten years ago.
Equipment: Light Armor: He prefers animal hides rather than synthetic materials whenever possible, his outermost vest is a quilted piece with small metal squares in each diamond in a brigadine fashion. The squares are each polished to a mirror shine before sealed in to try and reduce the damage of blaster bolts to his chest area.
Ranged:
Bryar rifle Best used for the first shot or when being forced for an opportunity without needing to have to switch between weapons. He keeps a
grappling launcher affixed to the rifle to tag a target, if it can go through some tough metals and shields, it should make quick work of armors and organics.
He is on the hunt for a
Sorosuub Duo blaster carbine and a gunsmith to combine it with his current rifle to make a magnificent weapon. This desire of his is a well known fact that can be exploited against him.
Communication: He has an earpiece he keeps in his right ear that is slaved through a relay in his transport to record everything he hears for use later. The ship has a limited translation unit (about a hundred words in a hundred languages, mostly for instructions to destinations) he tries to use to communicate with others.
Melee: He prefers to stalk in close enough to use his
trench knife for the finish.
Stims/bacta: He is not the fastest, or the strongest, or the most enduring, but he can be for a few seconds. He does his best to never use more than one in a day, lest he acquire an addiction. He keeps them on his thigh for easy access but can often leave them as a target for precise shots or the whims of nature. He also keeps a few injectable healings for when the hunt turns against him.
Airspeeder: His personal transport is a privatized
air-taxi he has taken time to modify as much as he can. Taxi's are often overlooked in most environments which let's him keep a shadow of anonymity when traveling, but a can does look out of place in the middle of the wilderness. When someone enters the cab, it scans them for any outstanding bounties while in transport. If one is found, it seals them in and takes them to local authorities for bounty collection. This is usually nothing more than 'fishing' for white collar and meager triple-digit bounties to keep himself fed.
Abilities: Tracking: Like all Rodians, his life revolves around 'the hunt', he was raised to be an expert tracker in less-urban environments. Some say it is because he is not skilled enough for urban tracking. He prefers to say that there are too many urban trackers and not enough willing to brave the wilderness.
Stalking: It is one thing to follow someone, anyone can plow through their environment until they run them down. But to hide from one who is hiding, that is true skill.
Weapons: Like most guild members, he has a BASIC understanding of BASIC weapon types. He'd rather grab a bodyguards stock gun in a pinch then his targets highly-customized piece.
Droid repair/adjustments: Now quite slicing, he simply skilled at adjusting what is already there to his benefit.
Animal training: A skill of his mother who was a falconer, he has an empathy and understanding of animals more than humans, this helps him avoid fatal fauna while tracking his targets or even leading them into dangerous territory.
Credits: 1138
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