"Nautie"
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Kir Veyss is a tall, broad–shouldered Nautolan with skin of a striking blue hue. His black, reflective eyes are unreadable, giving him a perpetually stoic expression. Long head–tresses frame his features, often tied back for practicality. He dresses simply: fitted dark clothes, a sash at his waist, and little else by way of ornament. He moves with the confidence of someone who has survived the streets — heavy, purposeful steps, the look of a man always ready for violence.
INVENTORY
- Heavy blaster pistol
- Street clothes and sash
- A few personal keepsakes from his father
- Nothing extravagant; he travels light, practical
PERSONALITY AND BELIEFS
Kir is blunt and unpretentious, a man who knows his limits: “I ain’t smart, but don’ mean I be stupid.” While slow in thought compared to others, he is deeply street–savvy, capable of reading fear, anger, and lies through the Nautolan gift of pheromone–sensing.
He lives by a simple code inherited from his father: make a living with what skills you have, and don't leave the galaxy worse than you found it. Kir interprets this as a personal balance — the "tally." Every scar he gives, he tries to heal one. Brutal on the job, but quietly compassionate off it, he is both feared mercenary and unlikely protector.
STRENGTHS
- Brutal Combatant: Exceptionally strong, with a body honed for fighting and intimidation.
- Street Instincts: Reads emotions and deception through his senses; highly adaptive in the underworld.
- Simple Code: His "tally" keeps him grounded, giving him clarity of purpose where others flounder.
WEAKNESSES
- Slow–Witted: Not quick to grasp complex ideas; vulnerable to manipulation by more cunning minds.
- Haunted Loyalty: Longs for his father's approval, which can make him reckless in trying to live up to that standard.
- Ledger Burden: His need to balance good and evil can be exploited, and often leaves him conflicted.
HISTORY
Kir was born from a chance encounter between a respectable Nautolan businessman and a troubled, drug–addicted woman of the underworld. His mother vanished, leaving him to be raised in the gutters, shaped by violence and survival. Substance exposure before birth left him slower than most, but not incapable — he learned to fight, intimidate, and endure.
In his early twenties, Kir tracked down his father. Through their pheromonal senses, both recognized the truth of their blood. For a time, he tried to fit into his father's life, but his brutal world followed him there. Realizing he endangered his father's fragile stability, Kir walked away — but not before carrying away two lessons: use what you have to make your way, and never leave the galaxy worse than you found it.
Now, he makes his living as an enforcer, his reputation built on efficiency and violence. Yet in quiet corners, he balances the scales — feeding the hungry, protecting children, helping the helpless. To some, he's a thug. To others, a guardian. To himself, he's just a man trying to keep the tally even.
"Only one t'ing I evah been good at, and that be killin' people."