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Professional technician | The stature of the tiny Anzellan, combined with the floating corneal micro-lenses naturally found in eyes of the Anzellan people made it an obvious choice for Mox to become a droid scrapper.
Droid rights activist | Throughout his life, a good portion of which had been spent on scrapper worlds, Mox had developed a peculiar philosophy regarding droids; he strongly believes that even the most rudimentary of mechanical constructs have souls of their own.
Master assassin | Nobody expects such a small alien to be in possession of a lethal skillset, and that is exactly what Mox's foster society, the Grinalids were counting on when deciding to pool significant resources for training him from an early age. Outfitted with cutting-edge gadgets that facilitate his lightning fast movements, he is a shadow, a bladesman, scout, mine expert and unassuming manipulator at the same time.
Poisons Expert & Gourmand | Infiltration and poisoning is the most efficient way of taking out a target. Knowing how to do it in style and serve the lethal substance mixed into an ysalamiri fat-basted bantha chop with herbs and fresh peas is close to fulfilling the definition of art as far has he believes.
Fragile | Ultimately, when deprived of his equipment, Mox is physically extremely weak and frail, easily bested by most other species in the galaxy.
Diminutive | He's too small to pilot ships, weapons have to be custom-made for him, and dense crowds are a serious life hazard when it comes to Anzellans.
Grim past | Some nights he is haunted by the bounties he had sought through for his former criminal family and sleep eludes him.
Droid rights activist | Throughout his life, a good portion of which had been spent on scrapper worlds, Mox had developed a peculiar philosophy regarding droids; he strongly believes that even the most rudimentary of mechanical constructs have souls of their own.
Master assassin | Nobody expects such a small alien to be in possession of a lethal skillset, and that is exactly what Mox's foster society, the Grinalids were counting on when deciding to pool significant resources for training him from an early age. Outfitted with cutting-edge gadgets that facilitate his lightning fast movements, he is a shadow, a bladesman, scout, mine expert and unassuming manipulator at the same time.
Poisons Expert & Gourmand | Infiltration and poisoning is the most efficient way of taking out a target. Knowing how to do it in style and serve the lethal substance mixed into an ysalamiri fat-basted bantha chop with herbs and fresh peas is close to fulfilling the definition of art as far has he believes.
Fragile | Ultimately, when deprived of his equipment, Mox is physically extremely weak and frail, easily bested by most other species in the galaxy.
Diminutive | He's too small to pilot ships, weapons have to be custom-made for him, and dense crowds are a serious life hazard when it comes to Anzellans.
Grim past | Some nights he is haunted by the bounties he had sought through for his former criminal family and sleep eludes him.
Mox is a benevolent and quick-to-trust Anzellan with a bright personality whose height is above average for his species. Through his black eyes he is able to see sharper than a microscope; he has light grey hair on his face, arms and feet. Most of the time he wears a sleeveless leather west and a white long-sleeve shirt underneath, fingerless working gloves and small boots that have magnetic soles, allowing him to walk on walls and stick to ceilings; he also has a forest green hood custom tailored to him. Across his chest is a single weapon belt, to which two short, but incredibly sharp stiletto daggers are attached. A portable welding torch is attached to his waistbelt, his signature rope launcher is attached to his left forearm, and a custom-made jetpack is borne on his back. Outside of battle, his welding goggles are usually hanging around his neck or on top of his head.
He is a savant when it comes to the binary language, but his basic is fragmented.
He is a savant when it comes to the binary language, but his basic is fragmented.
Welding goggles
Portable ion torch
Two laser-sharp stilettos
A set of smoke grenades
A phial of emetic poison
Mox-sized jetpack
Forearm-mounted rope launcher for added mobility
Mox-sized blaster pistol
Magnetic boots
Commlink
Blaster-resistant energy shield
The circumstances of Mox's birth are shrouded in mistery. Happened upon by a group of Grinalid smugglers in a crash-landed commercial shuttle in the putrid bogs of the planet Persis IX, he was adopted by the smuggling ring and shaped into a highly mobile and efficient assassin and capable mechanic. He is very good at slicing, droid-retrofitting, and espionage; he can wield blades, grenades and miniature weapons tailored to his size. He is a surprisingly lethal agent.
He had defected from his former life as a hitman for the smuggling underworld of Persis IX and has since been stowing away on ships and hopping from scrapper world to scrapper world as a techno-vagabond, hiding from his former group of shrewd criminals. The ideals of the Jedi resonated with him and since he had learned that they are closely aligned with the Galactic Alliance, he had decided to join their Army and lend his combat and technological expertise to leave behind a galaxy that perhaps is better than it was yesterday. The army being understandably apprehensive at first, had deployed him alone, behind enemy lines for scouting. Though being reprimanded for his initiative to single-handedly take out the head of the criminals that have been extorting a tribal community in Alliance space, he had garnered the attention of the infamous War Hogs in turn and had been invited for a personal interview at a secure location.
He had defected from his former life as a hitman for the smuggling underworld of Persis IX and has since been stowing away on ships and hopping from scrapper world to scrapper world as a techno-vagabond, hiding from his former group of shrewd criminals. The ideals of the Jedi resonated with him and since he had learned that they are closely aligned with the Galactic Alliance, he had decided to join their Army and lend his combat and technological expertise to leave behind a galaxy that perhaps is better than it was yesterday. The army being understandably apprehensive at first, had deployed him alone, behind enemy lines for scouting. Though being reprimanded for his initiative to single-handedly take out the head of the criminals that have been extorting a tribal community in Alliance space, he had garnered the attention of the infamous War Hogs in turn and had been invited for a personal interview at a secure location.
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