Alexander Jourgun
Bounty Hunter / Mercenary
Alexander in Armor
Alexander out of Armor
NAME: Alexander Jourgun
NICKNAME: Lex
FACTION: None.
RANK: None.
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 22
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'5
WEIGHT: 312.
EYES: Dull Grey
HAIR: Light Brown
SKIN: Tan
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
+ Tech Genius Prodigy: Alexander not only maintains but he creates his own gear. From Armor to weapons to the little nasty surprises that Bounty Hunters are known for, Alexander does it all. There isn't a thing Alexander can't figure out how to take apart and put back together.
+ Herculean Strength: With years of being picked on and being 'smaller' than others Alexander took to strength training the moment he could. For a human Alexander is incredibly strong.
+Tactically Adept: While his opponents are playing checkers Alexander is playing chess. He is gifted with being able to break down the battlefield and find a tactical advantage. This skill also translates over to single combat.
+CQC: Alexander is very proficient in close hand combat. He is quick, strong and extremely brutal.
- Greed: Everything has a price. Everything!
- Smart Ass: When scared, annoyed, put off or any other emotion that unsettles Alexander his first response is too shoot off with his mouth.
- Addict: Alexanders like to gamble, with his life, his credits ... and even other’s lives.
- Callous: Alexander has hardened emotions, rarely showing any form of it in expression. Unfeeling. Cold.
- PTSD: No man should bear wittness to the things he has seen and been forced to do. He is plauged with night terrors.
-Egotistical: There is no man out there that is as good as I am.
-Impatient: Alexander wants it done and he wants it done now!
- Thrill Seeker: Alexander needs to feel that rush of adrenaline, the more dangerous it is the better.
APPEARANCE:
For a human Alexander is rather hulking. Just shy of six and a half feet and packed with thick layers of muscle. His eyes are a dull emotionless grey, a reflection of his outlook on life. His hair is kept somewhat short but he suffers from helmet hair and doesn't bother to brush or style it in anyway.
BIOGRAPHY:
[SIZE=medium]Doctors. Hmph. What do they know? I tell ya, these shrinks are the worst among them. Talk about your feelings they say. Tell me about your parents. Tell me, tell me, tell me. They just want to know what makes a man tick so that they can get inside yer head. Tell ya how messed up your life is. But if it’ll get the old coot of my back then what’s ten minutes out of my all-important life? Stupid doctors.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Doc says to start at the beginning, far back as I can remember. Guess that would be my times in the slums, no I won’t tell you on which planet so don’t bother askin’. My parents abandoned me when I was six… I don’t remember too much of them, only that they were cowards. Bastards. They aren’t important. So where was I? Oh yea, the streets.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Strugglin’ to survive, worried about where your next meal was going to come from. I didn’t have shoes on my feet for the longest time, the ones that I did have were stolen from me. After a brutal beating of course. Everything in the streets is accented with a good ole pounding, just to get the point across, ya know? I make light of it now, maybe cause getting’ credits aint that hard no more. But then..yea, back then it was a whole ‘nother game of Sabacc.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]I won’t bore you with details, just know that I spent most my days jumpin in dumpsters and scavenging anything I could. Eatin’ what could be eatin’ and sold what could be sold, which was nearly next to nothing. Sometimes I’d get lucky and find a real gem, that month I’d have enough to pay off the gang in my area to not beat me for the month. Was a service fee they said; Hahaha … man was I a dumb and scared kid.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Dump in enough dumpsters and you find some useful things. Me, I found switches, boards, broken or depleted power cells and other random electronics. I’d take what I could back to my hole and tinker, ya know… try putting things together, take em apart and try something else. I bet I spent hours and hours a day doing just that, forgetting who and where I was.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Guess I shouldn’t have been surprised when the Red Swords, the gang on my block, came across my hole. They took everything or smashed it, said I’d been holding out on them. Now you can imagine my fear, I was just a kid and here I am accused of some sort of treason. Thought I was a gonner.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Well, they brought some of my trinkets and me in front of Big Red. Yea, not a creative title, but he was their leader. He wasn’t smart like you and me, but he was devious and he saw potential in some of the things I had scrapped together. Before I knew it he had me putting little shocking devices on the ends of poles. No serious hardware ya know, but in the streets the threat of getting a good zapping is more psychological than anything.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]That was my in. I hadn’t realized it at the time but my affinity for trinkets caused a slight power-shift. As I got older and better at making things the Red Swords got bolder, Big Red made a deal with one of the larger gangs, the Black Swoops I think. Told em how clever and good with my hands I was, like a damned bargaining chip. So they gave him some serious hardware and job, he had to steal some equipment for them, that was his in.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Unfortunately for him I got a taste for what my skills could bring and I’d gotten tired of being someone’s lacky and damned if I was a tool to be bargained with. So, I contacted the Black Swoops and cut a deal of my own. Told em I’d come work for them, come put my skills to the test. They agreed.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]So before the Red Swords went on their big mission I made some adjustments to their blaster pistols. Nothing to fancy, just messed around with the power supply, made it real unstable ya see? So, they go in and start blasting, take out a few of the guards but before you know it their own blasters explode in their hands. Not many deaths there, but a lot of ruined hands and scarred faces. Except for Big Red… [/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]When the Black Swoops came in and cleaned up I came with them. That was my first kill. I walked up to Big Red while he was squirming around clutching his hand. I don’t remember exactly what he said…cursing me I think. But, I distinctly remember his curses turning to screams when I drove a rusty pole I had sharpened threw his eye and into his brain very, very slowly. It had been my first kill, and I enjoyed it.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Don’t give me that look. You’re likely as sick as I am, I’ve simply come to terms with it while you fight your urges. Not like it matters though, that’s one of the few people I’ve killed that I remember. But I guess I should get back on topic, where was I?[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Oh yes, the Black Swoops. Now they were a bit bigger of a gang, had more territory, had a few businesses under their control and had plenty of scuffles with the law enforcement. More importantly though, they had resources and they had another tech guy, Talas was his name. Damn was he good. He could build and fix anything, it was like magic watching him work.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]You can bet your ass that I took to him like flies to bantha poodoo. I was still young, thirteen or fourteen I think, just starting to hit my first growth spurt but as skinny as a rail. Got pushed around a lot for it to. Made fun of and because of it the Swoops wouldn’t take me on any missions, they used to say that if the wind blew the wrong way I’d be blown away. So, I stuck with Talas and he became something like a big brother to me you could say.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]As I got older I got taller and under the urging of Talas I began to lift weights. I think I spent as much time working out as I did fixing and making things for the Swoops. Of course, when yer working out you never get results as fast as you want. So I went about trying to craft tools and weapons to make up for my stature. Now, I can’t say I made anything original or new, but I was good with electricity and could put a controlled current into just about anything that could conduct it. Even fixed what I ended up calling a Spark Cannon. The thing went through power cells like crazy! But man, the arc of electricity it could discharge was immense.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]It was about the time I hit seventeen that the Swoops seemed to take notice of me. I wasn’t the same skinny kid that I had been three years ago, not to mention I had spent the money I earned to make my own gear and make modifications to what I bought. Problem was that I spent so much time making it that I hadn’t gotten much practical use with it.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]So the Swoops decided to give me a test run, ya know? See what I could do. Turns out that I can do a lot. I remember my equipment not working right that first run, my Arc Cannon nearly exploded in my hands! Haha. I tossed that thing down and ran. Luckily for me that couple o’guards on patrol rounded the corner at the same time that thing exploded. Looked like I planned the whole thing to anyone else but me. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]I was a pretty good shot with a blaster to start and despite the lack of martial training at the time I knew how to throw a punch and to take one even better. All in all I killed thirteen people that day and got out of there with several hundred pounds of high yield explosives. My first mission had been a success. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Turns out that the local law enforcement wanted a piece of me too, guess they had gotten a good look at the armor and gear I was wearing. Luckily I had a helmet on. A couple more missions and it seemed that overnight I had become one of the most wanted men on … you know, a planet. Heh heh.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Despite my technical savvy I was no warrior. Sure, I was big on a decent shot with a blaster but I lacked real training. I was a brute, plain and simple. Blow up enough buildings, evade enough authorities and they call someone to bring you in. Never thought that I’d have a bounty on my head, but sure as poodoo the local law decided that they had enough and gave some Bounty Hunter a license to kill.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]It happened when I was sitting in one of the Swoops main bases, fixing one of their Swoop Backs. I heard the blaster fire before I saw anything. It’s got a distinct sound ya know? Course I didn’t have any of my equipment with me, not that it would have done much good, probably would have been killed.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Old Talas came crashing through the door a wrench in his hand and a blaster hole in his chest. I had sent him to get that wrench. I was filled with raw anger when I saw my friend, my only friend, laying dead on the floor. It was a moment later that I saw something horrifying.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]The bounty hunter stepped in through the door. Not just any bounty hunter, oh no. This man was a Mandalorian. He stared at me through the T shape visor and all I saw was my own death, given to me by a nameless assassin. So, I ran. Or at least I tried to run.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]I think I got about as far as turning around before a bolt clipped my left shoulder and sent me crashing over the bike I had been working on. I turned around only to see the bounty hunter in the air, his jetpack carrying him to land on top of the speeder, his feet on either side of me and a wicked looking blade shot out of his gauntlet. I thought I was dead.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]The blade missed. Stuck in the speeder next to me, that t shaped visor stared at me in silence, not saying a single word. What felt like an eternity passed by, what was he waiting for I wondered? I thought I would be clever and heave him off me, sure he was armored but I was far bigger. I was sure I could bench press him right off of him. My cleverness got me a fistful of bone crunching power.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Now, I was a bit dazed at this point but I remember being hauled outside to where a ship waited. His ship. I was thrown in a cell and remember passing by all of my equipment and the body of one of the other Swoops. I came in and out of consciousness a few times but when I finally got my wits back about me we were leaving the atmosphere of the planet. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Turns out that the bounty hunter turned in some poor kid with all of my gear to the authorities and collected the bounty. What he had planned for me though, I hadn’t had the slightest idea. So, I did what I do best. I yelled insults and curses from inside my cell. Let me tell you, I can get pretty creative when I want to be. Those had to be some of the best insults I ever used, only wish I could remember them now.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium](WIP)[/SIZE]
EQUIPMENT:
Armor
Beskar'gam - The armor of Mandalorians. Lex's armor is made of durasteel.
Weapons
A280 Blaster Rifle - An older model that Alexander has fixed up.
DC-17 Hand Blaster x 2 - Again, two older model pistols that Alexander has gotten working.
Dur 24 Wrist Laser - On left wrist.
MM9 Rocket System - On right wrist.
Combat Knife - This simple but effcient knife is razor sharp and is tucked in the small of Lex's back, under the jetpack.
Other
T Shaped Helmet - Lex's T-Shaped helmet provides infrared vision, night vision, amplifies sound, 10 minute air supply, HUD display for 360-Degree field of vision, and magnification up to 50 times. It also has a rangefinder built into it, capable of tracking up to 15 targets up to 100 meters away. Air filteration system with one hour reserve tank.
Z-6 Jetpack - This Jetpack does not have the missle attachment, bur rather a turbo ejected grappling hook.
First Aid Kit - Lex carries a small first aid pouch on his belt. Nothing fancy, but it gets the job done.
SHIP:
WIP
KILLS:
Coming Soon!
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
None. Yet!
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ROLE-PLAYS:
Alexander out of Armor
NAME: Alexander Jourgun
NICKNAME: Lex
FACTION: None.
RANK: None.
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 22
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'5
WEIGHT: 312.
EYES: Dull Grey
HAIR: Light Brown
SKIN: Tan
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
+ Tech Genius Prodigy: Alexander not only maintains but he creates his own gear. From Armor to weapons to the little nasty surprises that Bounty Hunters are known for, Alexander does it all. There isn't a thing Alexander can't figure out how to take apart and put back together.
+ Herculean Strength: With years of being picked on and being 'smaller' than others Alexander took to strength training the moment he could. For a human Alexander is incredibly strong.
+Tactically Adept: While his opponents are playing checkers Alexander is playing chess. He is gifted with being able to break down the battlefield and find a tactical advantage. This skill also translates over to single combat.
+CQC: Alexander is very proficient in close hand combat. He is quick, strong and extremely brutal.
- Greed: Everything has a price. Everything!
- Smart Ass: When scared, annoyed, put off or any other emotion that unsettles Alexander his first response is too shoot off with his mouth.
- Addict: Alexanders like to gamble, with his life, his credits ... and even other’s lives.
- Callous: Alexander has hardened emotions, rarely showing any form of it in expression. Unfeeling. Cold.
- PTSD: No man should bear wittness to the things he has seen and been forced to do. He is plauged with night terrors.
-Egotistical: There is no man out there that is as good as I am.
-Impatient: Alexander wants it done and he wants it done now!
- Thrill Seeker: Alexander needs to feel that rush of adrenaline, the more dangerous it is the better.
APPEARANCE:
For a human Alexander is rather hulking. Just shy of six and a half feet and packed with thick layers of muscle. His eyes are a dull emotionless grey, a reflection of his outlook on life. His hair is kept somewhat short but he suffers from helmet hair and doesn't bother to brush or style it in anyway.
BIOGRAPHY:
[SIZE=medium]Doctors. Hmph. What do they know? I tell ya, these shrinks are the worst among them. Talk about your feelings they say. Tell me about your parents. Tell me, tell me, tell me. They just want to know what makes a man tick so that they can get inside yer head. Tell ya how messed up your life is. But if it’ll get the old coot of my back then what’s ten minutes out of my all-important life? Stupid doctors.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Doc says to start at the beginning, far back as I can remember. Guess that would be my times in the slums, no I won’t tell you on which planet so don’t bother askin’. My parents abandoned me when I was six… I don’t remember too much of them, only that they were cowards. Bastards. They aren’t important. So where was I? Oh yea, the streets.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Strugglin’ to survive, worried about where your next meal was going to come from. I didn’t have shoes on my feet for the longest time, the ones that I did have were stolen from me. After a brutal beating of course. Everything in the streets is accented with a good ole pounding, just to get the point across, ya know? I make light of it now, maybe cause getting’ credits aint that hard no more. But then..yea, back then it was a whole ‘nother game of Sabacc.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]I won’t bore you with details, just know that I spent most my days jumpin in dumpsters and scavenging anything I could. Eatin’ what could be eatin’ and sold what could be sold, which was nearly next to nothing. Sometimes I’d get lucky and find a real gem, that month I’d have enough to pay off the gang in my area to not beat me for the month. Was a service fee they said; Hahaha … man was I a dumb and scared kid.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Dump in enough dumpsters and you find some useful things. Me, I found switches, boards, broken or depleted power cells and other random electronics. I’d take what I could back to my hole and tinker, ya know… try putting things together, take em apart and try something else. I bet I spent hours and hours a day doing just that, forgetting who and where I was.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Guess I shouldn’t have been surprised when the Red Swords, the gang on my block, came across my hole. They took everything or smashed it, said I’d been holding out on them. Now you can imagine my fear, I was just a kid and here I am accused of some sort of treason. Thought I was a gonner.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Well, they brought some of my trinkets and me in front of Big Red. Yea, not a creative title, but he was their leader. He wasn’t smart like you and me, but he was devious and he saw potential in some of the things I had scrapped together. Before I knew it he had me putting little shocking devices on the ends of poles. No serious hardware ya know, but in the streets the threat of getting a good zapping is more psychological than anything.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]That was my in. I hadn’t realized it at the time but my affinity for trinkets caused a slight power-shift. As I got older and better at making things the Red Swords got bolder, Big Red made a deal with one of the larger gangs, the Black Swoops I think. Told em how clever and good with my hands I was, like a damned bargaining chip. So they gave him some serious hardware and job, he had to steal some equipment for them, that was his in.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Unfortunately for him I got a taste for what my skills could bring and I’d gotten tired of being someone’s lacky and damned if I was a tool to be bargained with. So, I contacted the Black Swoops and cut a deal of my own. Told em I’d come work for them, come put my skills to the test. They agreed.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]So before the Red Swords went on their big mission I made some adjustments to their blaster pistols. Nothing to fancy, just messed around with the power supply, made it real unstable ya see? So, they go in and start blasting, take out a few of the guards but before you know it their own blasters explode in their hands. Not many deaths there, but a lot of ruined hands and scarred faces. Except for Big Red… [/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]When the Black Swoops came in and cleaned up I came with them. That was my first kill. I walked up to Big Red while he was squirming around clutching his hand. I don’t remember exactly what he said…cursing me I think. But, I distinctly remember his curses turning to screams when I drove a rusty pole I had sharpened threw his eye and into his brain very, very slowly. It had been my first kill, and I enjoyed it.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Don’t give me that look. You’re likely as sick as I am, I’ve simply come to terms with it while you fight your urges. Not like it matters though, that’s one of the few people I’ve killed that I remember. But I guess I should get back on topic, where was I?[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Oh yes, the Black Swoops. Now they were a bit bigger of a gang, had more territory, had a few businesses under their control and had plenty of scuffles with the law enforcement. More importantly though, they had resources and they had another tech guy, Talas was his name. Damn was he good. He could build and fix anything, it was like magic watching him work.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]You can bet your ass that I took to him like flies to bantha poodoo. I was still young, thirteen or fourteen I think, just starting to hit my first growth spurt but as skinny as a rail. Got pushed around a lot for it to. Made fun of and because of it the Swoops wouldn’t take me on any missions, they used to say that if the wind blew the wrong way I’d be blown away. So, I stuck with Talas and he became something like a big brother to me you could say.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]As I got older I got taller and under the urging of Talas I began to lift weights. I think I spent as much time working out as I did fixing and making things for the Swoops. Of course, when yer working out you never get results as fast as you want. So I went about trying to craft tools and weapons to make up for my stature. Now, I can’t say I made anything original or new, but I was good with electricity and could put a controlled current into just about anything that could conduct it. Even fixed what I ended up calling a Spark Cannon. The thing went through power cells like crazy! But man, the arc of electricity it could discharge was immense.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]It was about the time I hit seventeen that the Swoops seemed to take notice of me. I wasn’t the same skinny kid that I had been three years ago, not to mention I had spent the money I earned to make my own gear and make modifications to what I bought. Problem was that I spent so much time making it that I hadn’t gotten much practical use with it.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]So the Swoops decided to give me a test run, ya know? See what I could do. Turns out that I can do a lot. I remember my equipment not working right that first run, my Arc Cannon nearly exploded in my hands! Haha. I tossed that thing down and ran. Luckily for me that couple o’guards on patrol rounded the corner at the same time that thing exploded. Looked like I planned the whole thing to anyone else but me. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]I was a pretty good shot with a blaster to start and despite the lack of martial training at the time I knew how to throw a punch and to take one even better. All in all I killed thirteen people that day and got out of there with several hundred pounds of high yield explosives. My first mission had been a success. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Turns out that the local law enforcement wanted a piece of me too, guess they had gotten a good look at the armor and gear I was wearing. Luckily I had a helmet on. A couple more missions and it seemed that overnight I had become one of the most wanted men on … you know, a planet. Heh heh.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Despite my technical savvy I was no warrior. Sure, I was big on a decent shot with a blaster but I lacked real training. I was a brute, plain and simple. Blow up enough buildings, evade enough authorities and they call someone to bring you in. Never thought that I’d have a bounty on my head, but sure as poodoo the local law decided that they had enough and gave some Bounty Hunter a license to kill.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]It happened when I was sitting in one of the Swoops main bases, fixing one of their Swoop Backs. I heard the blaster fire before I saw anything. It’s got a distinct sound ya know? Course I didn’t have any of my equipment with me, not that it would have done much good, probably would have been killed.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Old Talas came crashing through the door a wrench in his hand and a blaster hole in his chest. I had sent him to get that wrench. I was filled with raw anger when I saw my friend, my only friend, laying dead on the floor. It was a moment later that I saw something horrifying.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]The bounty hunter stepped in through the door. Not just any bounty hunter, oh no. This man was a Mandalorian. He stared at me through the T shape visor and all I saw was my own death, given to me by a nameless assassin. So, I ran. Or at least I tried to run.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]I think I got about as far as turning around before a bolt clipped my left shoulder and sent me crashing over the bike I had been working on. I turned around only to see the bounty hunter in the air, his jetpack carrying him to land on top of the speeder, his feet on either side of me and a wicked looking blade shot out of his gauntlet. I thought I was dead.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]The blade missed. Stuck in the speeder next to me, that t shaped visor stared at me in silence, not saying a single word. What felt like an eternity passed by, what was he waiting for I wondered? I thought I would be clever and heave him off me, sure he was armored but I was far bigger. I was sure I could bench press him right off of him. My cleverness got me a fistful of bone crunching power.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Now, I was a bit dazed at this point but I remember being hauled outside to where a ship waited. His ship. I was thrown in a cell and remember passing by all of my equipment and the body of one of the other Swoops. I came in and out of consciousness a few times but when I finally got my wits back about me we were leaving the atmosphere of the planet. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Turns out that the bounty hunter turned in some poor kid with all of my gear to the authorities and collected the bounty. What he had planned for me though, I hadn’t had the slightest idea. So, I did what I do best. I yelled insults and curses from inside my cell. Let me tell you, I can get pretty creative when I want to be. Those had to be some of the best insults I ever used, only wish I could remember them now.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium](WIP)[/SIZE]
EQUIPMENT:
Armor
Beskar'gam - The armor of Mandalorians. Lex's armor is made of durasteel.
Weapons
A280 Blaster Rifle - An older model that Alexander has fixed up.
DC-17 Hand Blaster x 2 - Again, two older model pistols that Alexander has gotten working.
Dur 24 Wrist Laser - On left wrist.
MM9 Rocket System - On right wrist.
Combat Knife - This simple but effcient knife is razor sharp and is tucked in the small of Lex's back, under the jetpack.
Other
T Shaped Helmet - Lex's T-Shaped helmet provides infrared vision, night vision, amplifies sound, 10 minute air supply, HUD display for 360-Degree field of vision, and magnification up to 50 times. It also has a rangefinder built into it, capable of tracking up to 15 targets up to 100 meters away. Air filteration system with one hour reserve tank.
Z-6 Jetpack - This Jetpack does not have the missle attachment, bur rather a turbo ejected grappling hook.
First Aid Kit - Lex carries a small first aid pouch on his belt. Nothing fancy, but it gets the job done.
SHIP:
WIP
KILLS:
Coming Soon!
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
None. Yet!
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ROLE-PLAYS: