│ Basic Information │
- │ Name │ Soloman Priest
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- │ Species │
- │ Allegiance │
- │ Homeworld │ Mandalore
- │ Force Sensitivity │ No
- │ Voice Sample │ The Man With No Name
│ Physical Information │
- │ Age │ 32
- │ Gender │ Male
- │ Height │ 1.91m
- │ Weight │ 102.05kg
- │ Eye Color │ Gray
- │ Hair │ Auburn
- │ Complexion │ Caucasian, Tan
- │ Distinguishing Marks │
- Three scars under right eye, from Vornskr.
- Various minor scars, from innumerable conflicts.
│ Appearance │
There is very little that sets Soloman apart from his rugged demeanor and aesthetic. Perhaps there is a lack of care, a certain apathetic to the world of fashion, but Soloman Priest is a man as comfortable in a Beskar'gam as he is in a general suit, though he isn't often seen in his old Mandalorian Armor any longer. While prideful of his heritage, Soloman looks more to fit in, to not be noticed while travelling the galaxy at large; something he does extremely well despite his abhorrent reputation, one that often precedes him. Soloman Priest is a brutal, rugged individual that can be defined as much by the cover of the book as any man.
Soloman Priest holds an arduous glance, one wrought of mandalorian iron and a gaze that doesn't forgive. His hair is of moderate length, hanging just over his ears but often dragged behind them, while growing a beard is common place, or at least the rugged remains of one. His look isn't so much purposeful as it is set out by a lack of care over the years; always falling on the back burner of his life in relation to hunting down his targets and established bounties. His face is wide, but well formed, often shrouded in a light cloud of smoke from a cigarette, or obscured by a bottle or gun pulled up to aim. Priest isn't a man who cares about how he looks, and his face shows.
His body however, shows definitive signs of warfare; innumerable scars healed over by the Firrereo genetics he was gifted with. A tower of a man, standing just over six foot and two hundred and twenty pounds, Soloman is a warrior through and through, capable of beating a man to death as easily as he could shoot him. Soloman holds the tone of a commando, with scars of untold battles lining and circling his body from this combatant and that, each their own reminder of a man who failed to kill him, each another indication of his life as a Mandalorian; something he takes a modicum of pride in, but rarely answers questions about.
In terms of clothes, Soloman often wears a traditional outfit that allows him to blend in with the crowds of the Outer Rim, the more rural areas of the Galaxy outside that of the Core. Ballistic mesh allows a comfortable, unassuming presence wherever he treads without sacrificing protection; added in the various high tech additions to his traditional outfits, Soloman is imposing by his very nature, and even more imposing in the middle of combat. Rarely however, Priest is seen in the legendary Beskar'gam of his people, something he carries with him on his ship, but rarely dons in all but the largest of emergencies; his reasons his own.
│ Personality │
The personality of a Mandalorian is tough on the surface, and Soloman is no different. His very expression is stiff, his stoic, passive and often aggressive nature is the mechanism of a bounty hunter who has understood the darkness that resides in most men; in part defensive, very withheld to never see betrayal again. Soloman has known pain, both emotional and physical, and the years of festering on those wounds has made him an individual secluded from society as a whole, finding more a friend in a bottle than in the company of others, let alone a fellow Mandalorian.
Gruff, full of salt and grit, Soloman expresses himself especially well in combat; a tactile, near brutal efficient man who sees combat in the same way an Echani does, that which defines a man for who he is. Warfare is what brings the man known as Soloman outwards, from his almost brutish nature and carefully collected persona; leaving behind a man who works on instinct and experience than anything else. Conversation runs the man dry, working instead on a mixture of diesel and whiskey.
However, despite the outwards appeareance of a near unstoppable man, Soloman hides a depression he wouldn't dare speak of. Spending near every night alone with nothing but a guitar and the bottle for company, he's become good at singing himself songs until he sleeps; still harboring the hatred of an aruetii who left him for dead many years prior for the sake of a credit chip. Lost, forsaken by the group he ran with, Soloman moved on to find revenge in the random, morally ambiguous, and often lucrative career of a bounty hunter; giving him a constant chance to experience a death worthy of a Mandalorian.
