Lydred Kaw
New Member
NAME: Lyderd Kaw
FACTION: Freelance at the moment
RANK: None
SPECIES: Human (suffers from nanism [http://starwars.wiki...m/wiki/Nanism])
AGE: 32
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 4'6”
WEIGHT: 265lbs.
EYES: emerald green
HAIR: Hair is kept in a fiery red warhawk. His beard is kept well maintained in seven large iron ringlets. His beard runs almost to the top of his bellybutton.
SKIN: White, weathered and tough flesh
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES :
+ Lydred is a handy mechanic
- Lydred is incredibly sensitive when it comes to his height. And is easily infuriated over his Nanism.
- Lydred's temper has got him into trouble more times than he could count. He is quick to hold a grudge and as stubborn as a Bantha.
- Again his Nanism in itself is quite the weakness both psychologically and physically.
+ Despite his height, Lydred is as stocky and stout as they come.
+ Raised never taking anything for granite, friendship is held closer to the heart than anything else for Lydred and loyalty is principle he has based his life on.
- Although he knows the ins and outs of many of the galaxies firearms, Lydred couldn't hit the bright side of a star destroyer.
+ To make up for his crap aim Lydred is exceptionally attuned to the weight and feel of a vibroaxe.
APPEARANCE:
Lydred has arm wrestled a wookie. And won! And lived to tell tell about it!! Despite his meaty, muscular build, the guy stands only roughly four and a half feet from the floor. The large red warhawk does help in adding a few inches and his green eyes are hidden tucked away somewhere in a bushy beard that is more than half his size. Proud of his tattoos, the man does not own a shirt with sleeves. His hands are often covered to the elbows in large, fire-retardant gloves. Two clean circles shine above the grease and grime just above his eyebrows from the welding goggles that he wears more often than not. He often wears a utility apron that doubles fairly decently for combat armor as the chest and abdomen house titanium plating. His trousers, made of thick fire resistant cotton, are tucked messily into his metal trimmed combat boots.
BIOGRAPHY:
Lydred was raised on the slummy streets of Coruscant. His widowed father ran a ship yard fixing the rigs he could and scrapping the rest. For the majority of Lydred's childhood he merrily worked along side his father learning all the could. It was soon obvious that the boy had a gift, and there were few projects he could not restore. Barely a teenager, Lydred had surpassed his father at his own trade.
Despite his knack for the trade, the older the boy got the more restless he became of the daily grime. Spacers whom visited the shop often told tales of glorious galactic conquest and exotic systems in far off galaxies. The boy dreamed to be out somewhere amongst the stars. For years Lydred chipped away at his fathers patience begging for his approval to leave Coruscant and chase his dreams. His father sternly objected his childish ambitions always alluding back to the gift his son possessed. Internally, the father was terrified to be left alone. He would do all in his power not to lose the only family he had left.
Too young to see his own selfishness Lydred, fed up with his smothering father, formed a contract with a band of young mercenaries to work as their ship's mechanic and handyman in exchange for room and board aboard their ship. Quickly, however, he earned his place amongst the mercenaries not only as a more than adequate mechanic, but a worthy combatant. Not on the greatest of terms, the band dispersed when members [member="Harkin Kane"] and [member="Caben Mar"] left to join the Bluehawks due to some questionable morals of members of the crew. Lydred, with a head held high went his own way as well to face the universe as a freelance mercenary, and when the times called for it, bounty hunter....
SHIP:
Lydred doesn't own his own ship at the moment,
KILLS:
None at the moment
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
None
FACTION: Freelance at the moment
RANK: None
SPECIES: Human (suffers from nanism [http://starwars.wiki...m/wiki/Nanism])
AGE: 32
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 4'6”
WEIGHT: 265lbs.
EYES: emerald green
HAIR: Hair is kept in a fiery red warhawk. His beard is kept well maintained in seven large iron ringlets. His beard runs almost to the top of his bellybutton.
SKIN: White, weathered and tough flesh
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES :
+ Lydred is a handy mechanic
- Lydred is incredibly sensitive when it comes to his height. And is easily infuriated over his Nanism.
- Lydred's temper has got him into trouble more times than he could count. He is quick to hold a grudge and as stubborn as a Bantha.
- Again his Nanism in itself is quite the weakness both psychologically and physically.
+ Despite his height, Lydred is as stocky and stout as they come.
+ Raised never taking anything for granite, friendship is held closer to the heart than anything else for Lydred and loyalty is principle he has based his life on.
- Although he knows the ins and outs of many of the galaxies firearms, Lydred couldn't hit the bright side of a star destroyer.
+ To make up for his crap aim Lydred is exceptionally attuned to the weight and feel of a vibroaxe.
APPEARANCE:
Lydred has arm wrestled a wookie. And won! And lived to tell tell about it!! Despite his meaty, muscular build, the guy stands only roughly four and a half feet from the floor. The large red warhawk does help in adding a few inches and his green eyes are hidden tucked away somewhere in a bushy beard that is more than half his size. Proud of his tattoos, the man does not own a shirt with sleeves. His hands are often covered to the elbows in large, fire-retardant gloves. Two clean circles shine above the grease and grime just above his eyebrows from the welding goggles that he wears more often than not. He often wears a utility apron that doubles fairly decently for combat armor as the chest and abdomen house titanium plating. His trousers, made of thick fire resistant cotton, are tucked messily into his metal trimmed combat boots.
BIOGRAPHY:
Lydred was raised on the slummy streets of Coruscant. His widowed father ran a ship yard fixing the rigs he could and scrapping the rest. For the majority of Lydred's childhood he merrily worked along side his father learning all the could. It was soon obvious that the boy had a gift, and there were few projects he could not restore. Barely a teenager, Lydred had surpassed his father at his own trade.
Despite his knack for the trade, the older the boy got the more restless he became of the daily grime. Spacers whom visited the shop often told tales of glorious galactic conquest and exotic systems in far off galaxies. The boy dreamed to be out somewhere amongst the stars. For years Lydred chipped away at his fathers patience begging for his approval to leave Coruscant and chase his dreams. His father sternly objected his childish ambitions always alluding back to the gift his son possessed. Internally, the father was terrified to be left alone. He would do all in his power not to lose the only family he had left.
Too young to see his own selfishness Lydred, fed up with his smothering father, formed a contract with a band of young mercenaries to work as their ship's mechanic and handyman in exchange for room and board aboard their ship. Quickly, however, he earned his place amongst the mercenaries not only as a more than adequate mechanic, but a worthy combatant. Not on the greatest of terms, the band dispersed when members [member="Harkin Kane"] and [member="Caben Mar"] left to join the Bluehawks due to some questionable morals of members of the crew. Lydred, with a head held high went his own way as well to face the universe as a freelance mercenary, and when the times called for it, bounty hunter....
SHIP:
Lydred doesn't own his own ship at the moment,
KILLS:
None at the moment
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
None