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Cael Slade

Cael Slade

Charasmatic Whirlwind
Character
Cael Slade

[SIZE=10pt]NAME:[/SIZE] [SIZE=10pt]Cael Slade (Pronounced like Ka-yl).
FACTION: Himself
RANK: Gun for hire
SPECIES: Human/cyborg
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[SIZE=10pt]AGE:[/SIZE] [SIZE=10pt]20-something[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]SEX:[/SIZE] [SIZE=10pt]Male[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]HEIGHT:[/SIZE] [SIZE=10pt]5’10”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]WEIGHT: 160 lbs[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]EYES:[/SIZE] [SIZE=10pt]Blue though one is cybernetic.
HAIR: Some natural, some synthetic raven colored braids that flow from his mask.
SKIN: Caucasian, though none shows usually.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes but chooses to ignore that.

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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
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[SIZE=10pt][+][/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ranged Weapons: Cael has trained extensively in ranged weapons, able to fire most without trouble and the ones he hasn’t fired yet he would likely be a quick study. He has good aim and he can dual wield blasters adeptly.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt][+][/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Reflexes: Through years of paranoia Cael has adopted a fast response time to everything, sometimes over reacting and hurting someone because he assumed they were attacking him.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt][+][/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Piloting: Cael considers himself a good pilot, he has flown many kinds of ships in his days before he became a gun for hire, he would love to relive those days but alas his swoop bike is the only thing he’s been piloting these days.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt][-][/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Paranoia: Cael Slade is a man forged in the stinging fires of adversity, he grew up licking his wounds after being captured or betrayed and it has resulted in him trusting no one and sometimes over reacting or making inferences that weren’t there to be made. It also ties in with his low self esteem, making him almost uncomfortable around people, wishing for the halcyon days and his old charisma.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt][-][/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Frail: After Slade’s last capture he sustained many injuries to his body, some burning, some blaster bolts, some were other unholy inflictions, this has left his body in a state of constant recovery. He tries to avoid getting his butt kicked too often until he is stronger.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt][-][/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Smoking: Albeit cigarettes, death sticks, hookah, or glitterstem off of foil, Cael has a fascination with the idea of never being one hundred percent sober. He drinks less now, but he took up smoking twice as often to make up for it. He finds it easier to work while enjoying himself and he doesn’t lose his head like with alcohol.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt][-][/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Fear of Dying: Tying in with the paranoia, Slade’s biggest fear is to die at the hands of another living being. He would rather overdose and die by his own stupidity than be struck down by another person in battle. He thinks of himself first and foremost, then tries to water it down and apply it to the situation at hand, putting himself in the least amount of danger.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]APPEARANCE:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Cael Slade looks like the type of person you know you shouldn’t be seeing. He covers his burnt face with a tight mask made of a strong fabric. He hides his face in shame always, never revealing his features to anyone. He has strong raven hair, again some of which is synthetic, pulled back into tight braids that cascade down his back. He is usually seen with armor on, but it's usually too dark or too late when you see him to tell what it looks like. Most people choose to run the other way when they come in contact with him, though he isn't that stacked physically, he carries himself in a heavy way. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]BIOGRAPHY:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Cael Slade only started making a name for himself recently, emerging in the galaxy nearly a year ago after chaos started erupting into his homeworld of Corellia. Little is known of where he comes from other than that, he has shared with a few people that he was captured for his secrets during one of the battles. Claims he used to be the esteemed son of a general, living with his many maids and siblings in a large estate. Of course no one believes those words coming from the atrocious mound of armor and twisted morals.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]He took up selling his blaster after he realized he couldn’t rely on his charm or wit anymore, no one seemed to laugh at his jokes no matter how funny they were, mostly because people were scared of him. The mercenary has recently decided that he has nothing to live for anymore, and that if he is going to die as a soldier of fortune then he would go out like one, guns blazing and searching for the next loot.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]He has one possession he will take to his grave and that is his swoop bike, The Orchestral Fanfare, she is his pride and joy and he rides her into battle as often as possible. Out of anyone in the entire galaxy, Cael trusts her more than anyone. He calles her Tof for short. He travels everywhere with it, he is very willing to shell out the extra cargo fees.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Below the gruff and gruesome exterior lies the star gazer and explorer that once provided the galaxy with just a little more excitement and flare. Alas he is stuck behind his own fear and the healing process he is still undergoing after making his escape. He has been looking for allies, though his definition of allies is far more loose than most people's, he still realizes he can't survive in the galaxy completely alone yet. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]SHIP:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]He only has Tof. He takes transports otherwise, or acquiesces a ship when needed.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]KILLS:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]No NPCs

BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
Bounty Name: Price: Dead Or Alive:

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ROLE-PLAYS:
None quite yet
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