Character Tannan

[Tannan]

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TANNAN

"That's what I'm saying. First name Tannan, last name Tannan... NO not Tannan-Tannan, how hard can it be it's ONE NAME-.... oh, bein' funny huh? C'mere you piece of-!"
THE CURRENT CON
Warehouse/inventory manager for a crappy little restaurant on the waterworld Pelagon. Rents out his excessive warehouse space to people who want their belongings to look like seafood for a little while.
Finds time for odd jobs. Even manages to find work off-world every once-in-a-while.​

NAME: Tannan
"For the last time! T to the A to the double N to the feth-you, you lousy waste of oxygen!"
FACTION: The Family
"Officer, I don't know who my clients are. I work with an independent shipping contractor. Now kindly show me a warrant, or let me get on with my day."
RANK: Associate (if he's even that...)
"Karpo, for the last time, you got as much chance of getting Made as you do of getting laid, and seeing how you're ugly as a mynock and smell like a trash compactor..."
SPECIES: Zabrak
"Actually, I do polish my horns. It'so your mother can check her reflection first thing in the morning. Get back to work!"
AGE: 23
"Y'know, that's a good point, I am pretty young to be calling the shots... but, hear me out, counterpoint-" ~draws blaster~
SEX: Male
"Lady, the only thing here that's toxic is the old barrel of spotchka in the back. Now are you gonna order some food, or should I go be masculine somewhere else?"
HEIGHT: 6ft
"Oh wouldja stand up a little taller, Lotyl? You're being arrested, it's not like the Maw came for you. Now start thinkin' how you're gonna make this up to me..."
WEIGHT: 175lbs
"Hey excuse me, I coulda sworn this was a crooked fight ring, wanna explain what I'm being weighed in for? Just let me hit someone."
EYES: Green
"You see something you like, gorgeous? 'Cuz if you're not gonna buy somethin', I got customers waitin'."
HORNS: Copper
"Let's not get it twisted up, I did not headbutt him. I was bending down to check my bootlatch. Now help me stop the bleedin'."
SKIN: Bronze
"The ink? It's not a gang thing. I dunno. My mother did 'em. When you get to hell, you can ask her."
FORCE SENSITIVE: No. Not even a little bit.
"Listen close, eh pal? These are not the crates you're lookin' for." ~pats holster~ "Now move it. I got places to be."

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Just Get It Done: Tannan works hard, he works smart, and he does what needs doing immediately. He holds others to the same standard.
Think It Through: With natural charisma, Tannan can deescalate many situations simply by refusing to react or panic. People tend to match his energy.
Over-Over-Under: Having grown up a thief and a runner, Tannan is a dab hand in a fight, and is both fast and acrobatic.

Want Fancy Talk?: He cares about getting his point across and sounding cool. Notice how grammar isn't on that list.
Light 'Em Up!: Tannan has no real combat training, and doesn't have the time to train with a blaster. Just put those bolts anywhere!
Save a Place, I'll Be There: Although ambition drives his success, it also prompts his worst risks and most reckless ventures.

Typically doesn't carry a weapon in obvious view of others, but everyone has those days....
Seems to think that if he acts like he owns the place, he eventually will own the place. I mean, call him arrogant, but it's working so far.
DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES EVER LET THIS YOUNG MAN FLY A STARSHIP.

"Don't do that. Don't go digging for little crystals of my past, going all psycho-analysis on my childhood. It won't help. Know why? Because that kid you're asking about isn't who you have to deal with. I am."

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ROLE-PLAYS
"Oh for the love of-... nothin'?! We got nothin'. Alright go home you mooks! I don't wanna see your mugs until one of you has rustled us up a job! Gotta do everything around here..."

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