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Milo Corr

NAME: Milo Corr

FACTION: N/A

RANK: N/A

SPECIES: Human

AGE: 24

SEX: Male

HEIGHT: 5'10"

WEIGHT: 164 lbs.

EYES: Blue

HAIR: Tan

SKIN: Fair

FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes



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STRENGTHS:
Optimistic: Nothing can dampen this man's spirit. He always flashes a grin and takes it as it comes.

Determined: If nothing else, he at least has the endless will and patience to pursue his dreams.


WEAKNESSES:
Fool Hardy: When his life, or his dreams, are on the line this man gets a bit reckless. He is impulsive and never thinks before acting.

Vice: Despite his goal to live life at the top, he cannot help but throw away his hard-earned credits on the simpler vices which hold him back. Booze, Caf, and the occasional stim ensure that he remains in his glory-seeking squalor.

Poor: He has a handful of credits to his name, and more than a few things to spend it on.


APPEARANCE:
Rough, though not exactly rugged, Milo is rather average and unremarkable in the grand scheme of appearances. He is below average height, and possesses little muscle or fat. Long sandy hair hangs from the top of his head, blending with a darker and unkempt beard. A pair of gentle blue orbs dwell at the center of his face, divided by a rather plain nose.


He is often seen wearing a thick, dingy, old coat muddled with both caf and dirt stains. Riddled with holes and frayed edges, repaired with poorly-matching, and lazily stitched, cloth strips. A firebird charm hung from his collar, the symbol of various republic and rebel factions throughout history.

Despite his somewhat poor clothing, he always seems to bear an optimistic smile.

BIOGRAPHY:
Milo grew up on the various streets and level of Empress Teta taking in the art and architecture of the ecumenopolis. Even as a destitute kid, he could appreciate the work of artisans. Without guidance, or parents, he was offered more than a few odd jobs and informal work. As he grew in age, Milo hopped from occupation to occupation, picking up enough essential skills to browse the holonet and use it as a conduit for personal education.

The boy, now a man, always knew he would reach greater heights. But to escape the drudgery of the low-life one must take it into their own hands. He took his time, wasting more than a few years to garner himself enough credits to depart from Empress Teta and to the furthest point of the civilized Outer Rim he could find.

Both a seeker of riches and a partisan of both the arts and history, he struck out to find his fortune in the old ruins and forgotten battlefields which litter the galaxy. As grand a dream it may be, he is nothing more than a treasure seeking vagabond with enough creds to get him to the next system only a few parsecs away.
 

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