Delaney Wilder
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“There are the stupid and the smart. The latter look out for ‘emselves. Former? They are already dead.”
NAME: JACKSON SINGH
SPECIES: HALF-ZELTRON
AGE: ADULT
GENDER: MALE
HEIGHT: 1.75M
WEIGHT: BULKY
EYES: HAZEL
FORCE SENSITIVE: GODS NO.
JOB: BOUNTY HUNTER
EMPLOYER: THE HOLY CREDIT
[ CRACKSHOT ] - His ma thought it was important that her boy could protect himself. Moment he could hold a gun up? Got a gun put in his hands and made to train with it.
[ IRON KNUCKLE ] - Packs a good left hook. Anyone paying attention and familiar with it will notice some Mandalorian influences.
[ ZELTRONBLOOD ] - Got some of that pink in him. Nothing huge, no pheromones or anything. But when Jack walks into a room? He can feel the atmosphere. Has been known to walk into a bar and immediately step back out, almost every time there was a gunfight or something else happening within the next couple of minutes. He calls it his personal Diathim cover. But privately he believes it's his ma still looking out for him beyond the grave itself.
[ SINGLE MINDED ] - Once Jack got something on his mind there ain't much that will dissuade him from it.
[ DEAF ] - During a particular mission Jack got to experience an explosion from nearby without any ear protection. He still only hears a ringing noise in his ears. They got him some cybernetics, but they are prone to cause him headaches.
The story of Jackson Singh started with a mother and a father.
Surprising how that goes, innit? His da was a mechanic, fixed up ships for a living on Corellia. Ma? Zeltron trooper who came in as the occupation force of the One Sith when they conquered the world during the Akala Crisis.
The who and what isn't known to Singh. Just that they fell in love somehow, got pregnant and married. Happy family for a few years, until duty called.
She never came back.
Official word: MIA. But with the Sith that was the same as killed in action. Jack grew up with stories about his mom and it was no wonder that he enlisted when he was old enough.
The real world did not match the propaganda pieces, he learned soon enough.
Ten bloody years later the One Sith fell.
Jack changed his name. Sold his gear, except for his rifle and left Core space behind. Got himself a bounty hunting license and made a little business for himself. Calm years for the most part, sure. But now the Sith Empire rises in the Outer Rim, the Order awakens, the Alliance is under siege…
The Galaxy was on fire.
But being a rebel didn't pay well, Jack reckoned. Best to leave that to the idealistic.
He had a da to take care of and an empty grave to maintain.
