Mint, Throwing out his Slogan to a potential buyer:
"Deals so refreshing! You'll think you've had a mint!"
NAME: Goes by "Mint"
FACTION: He, himself, and him
RANK: Scrap-Lord Extraordinaire
SPECIES: Jawa
AGE: 20
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 1 meter
WEIGHT: 31.29kg
EYES: Glowing yellow
HAIR: A mystery
SKIN: Even more of a mystery
FORCE SENSITIVE: The most mysterious of mysteries
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
Bartering is my Second Language: Mint is incredibly charismatic, able to quickly grab attention and hold it. He mostly uses this to drive hard bargains, convincing a buyer they're getting a deal when in reality Mint is walking away with far more than he should.
Brains n' Stuff: Mint prides himself in being one of the greatest mechanics ever to come out of tattooine, boasting a better prowess than the renound Anakin Skywalker. Most of his skills come from his Jawa upbringing, but he seems to have a natural knack for it as well.
I am Weak, Please Don't Hurt Me: He's got as much toughness to him as a particularly squishy jellyfish. Able to be brought down fast, Mint relies mostly on guards to do any sort of combat.
I mean.. He's a Jawa: Being a Jawa means that everyone knows what you are, what you do, and how sly and manipulating you can be. The element of surprise is not on his periodic table.
APPEARANCE:
Mint really sticks to the Jawa stereotype. Plain brown robes, glowing yellow eyes, the only thing that really sets him apart is his charisma and grasp of galactic basic.
BIOGRAPHY:
WIP
SHIP:
WIP
KILLS:
A number of unfortunate droids
CORPORATE HOLDINGS: Stuff N' Things
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
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ROLE-PLAYS:
Hit me up anyone?
