Kingsley
intergalactic bird of mystery

Kingsley
Birthplace | Wild Space |
Age | Forever |
Occupation | Freelancer |
Faction | Black Sun |
Home | Port Nowhere |
Species | Hiitian |
Gender | Male |
Force Sensitive | Fortunately Not |
Height | Very Tall |
Weight | Curvalicious |
Hair Color | Dark Purple |
Eye Color | Yellow |
Skin Color | Covered in Feathers |
Distinctive Features | Sexy Beak Fake Cyborg Eye |
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Wile E. Kingsley is a petty criminal with death marks all over the known galaxy. Despite his unreliable nature the smuggler has built a reputation for taking on just about any job no matter how crazy. Results may vary but they're always bound to be interesting.
Considered brilliant for his species, that isn't saying much. Kingsley has a tenuous grip on reality and trouble distinguishing between individual humanoids. Despite these handicaps and overwhelming witness testimony he considers himself quite the ladies man. Ruled by his passions, our intrepid hero has been known to bail on jobs after falling in love at first sight. This is never good news for the subject of his affections.
Sometimes accompanied by a 'loyal' crew of indentured jawa servants, Kingsley and his First Mate Iziz had a falling out after the Eravana crashed on Voss. This is probably for the best since Kingsley does not speak jawaese and his crewmates have a tenuous grasp on basic. When 'working together' very little gets accomplished except the occasional explosion.
Despite no real combat skills the bird has managed to survive encounters with everything from sultry Sith warrioresses to angry Jedi boyfriends. This has done no favors for his ego. Delusions of grandeur don't even begin to cover it. Kingsley has always been the center of his own universe but now he assumes he's also the center of everyone else's.
Imprisoned on multiple occasions for dealing spice. Somehow, he always manages to mastermind a break-out. Fancies himself something of an escape artist. Enjoys big guns, demolition charges, and long walks on the beach. Hates sand. It's coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere.
The Strategic Intelligence Agency denies the existence of Task Force Xesh and any association with criminal scum like Kingsley. Reductions to his sentence while in Galactic Alliance custody are merely due to good behavior. So, if he gets drunk in a cantina and tells you he was a secret agent or supercommando or something, he's totally making it up, okay?
Considered brilliant for his species, that isn't saying much. Kingsley has a tenuous grip on reality and trouble distinguishing between individual humanoids. Despite these handicaps and overwhelming witness testimony he considers himself quite the ladies man. Ruled by his passions, our intrepid hero has been known to bail on jobs after falling in love at first sight. This is never good news for the subject of his affections.
Sometimes accompanied by a 'loyal' crew of indentured jawa servants, Kingsley and his First Mate Iziz had a falling out after the Eravana crashed on Voss. This is probably for the best since Kingsley does not speak jawaese and his crewmates have a tenuous grasp on basic. When 'working together' very little gets accomplished except the occasional explosion.
Despite no real combat skills the bird has managed to survive encounters with everything from sultry Sith warrioresses to angry Jedi boyfriends. This has done no favors for his ego. Delusions of grandeur don't even begin to cover it. Kingsley has always been the center of his own universe but now he assumes he's also the center of everyone else's.
Imprisoned on multiple occasions for dealing spice. Somehow, he always manages to mastermind a break-out. Fancies himself something of an escape artist. Enjoys big guns, demolition charges, and long walks on the beach. Hates sand. It's coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere.
The Strategic Intelligence Agency denies the existence of Task Force Xesh and any association with criminal scum like Kingsley. Reductions to his sentence while in Galactic Alliance custody are merely due to good behavior. So, if he gets drunk in a cantina and tells you he was a secret agent or supercommando or something, he's totally making it up, okay?
TRAITS
- Clever Bird
- Agent Provocateur
- Gundark Strength
- Drunken Master
- Wanted in Seven Systems
BIOGRAPHY
Born on Hiit out in Wild Space. Exiled by the Ravagers for being 'too much'. Opens his first pawn shop on Nar Shaddaa, Carrion Junk & Salvage. Deals in trash and rare artifacts. Scrapes together enough credits to buy his first ship. Uses that ship to steal the Eravana. 'Frees' his jawa crew from bondage and conscripts them to help him run things. Kidnaps and marries

Escapes from prison. Crashes the Eravana into Voss-Ka while attempting to lay low. Seized by dozens of SIA agents in a thrilling chase sequence. Definitely not recruited into a top secret black ops program. Definitely didn't believe

EQUIPMENT

The bulk freighter Eravana is currently a broken wreck on Voss. Don't ask. Uses a stolen Sith-Imperial shuttle to get around.

Kingsley's sidearm is a jawa shock blaster modified to shoot blaster bolts. Imprecise outside point blank range and will sometimes explode.

Sometimes (most of the time) Kingsley prefers more firepower. He calls this scatter gun his 'boomstick' usually with a crazed look in his eyes. Even more inaccurate than the shock blaster.
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