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MacTavish, The Fist of Nar Shaddaa

MacTavish

The Fist of Nar Shaddaa
[SIZE=18pt]MacTavish[/SIZE]​
NAME: MacTavish
FACTION: N/A
RANK: Gun for hire
SPECIES: Human/Epicanthix
AGE: 30
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6’7”
WEIGHT: 425 lbs
EYES: Sunken in and dark brown
HAIR: Blonde/white
SKIN: Leathery and tanned
FORCE SENSITIVE: No

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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
+Heavy Weapons: MacTavish is well trained in weapons otherwise too heavy for most Humans and other species. He is also good at fixing said weapons.

+Fists: His hand to hand combat is admirable. He knows how to take a beating and more so, how to give one out.

+Intimidation: People don’t like to mess with the mountain of a man. Being his size and being as strong as he is, the mercenary is left alone by the galaxy’s general public.

-Personality: MacTavish couldn’t care less about the ‘friends made along the way’. He is only interested in the job at hand. Always expect the worst when dealing with him.

-Anger: MacTavish is one angry mercenary. He has quick outbursts and doesn’t mind too much the consequences. He's broken more bones in bar fights he has started than in any admirable battle.

-Flying: MacTavish can’t fly a spacecraft for anything. He is as likely to kill himself in a space battle as he is the other person.

-Addiction: Years of abusing drugs and alcohol has left MacTavish with a mental and physical addiction. If he goes too long without either he will lost his edge, if he over indulges, he can be useless. He can supplement with smoking, but that can only be used in so many instances and for so long.


APPEARANCE:
Even without the mismatched shade-of-beige clothing tattered at the hem, the constantly sniffling nose, or even the shaky hands like a murderer on trial, it would be hard to tell him apart from any other homeless man. He carried himself like a man who had given up, someone who life had chewed up and spit out. On most accounts he appeared like every other person you passed in the spaceport when you checked to make sure you still had your credits. The one thing that stood apart from almost everyone else in the galaxy was his enormous size. Standing just a chin shy of a Wookiee, MacTavish towered over everyone who would ever dismiss him otherwise. You could spot him halfway down the hallway in a crowded mall.

BIOGRAPHY:
MacTavish was once referred to as "gutter trash", and even with all the anger he felt, he was unable to dispute it. He was born in the depths of poverty and never was able to climb his way out. He was raised by a military family, but when he was unable to cope with the anger that came with the lifestyle he ran away. He was able to make a name for himself in the armpit of space by killing and taking what wasn't his. However, outside of that knowledge he doesn't care to share his story. Only a select few even know he is only half Human. Everyone else is too scared to ask.

SHIP:
N/A

KILLS:


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