Triko

[Triko]

[SIZE=10pt]NAME:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Triko[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]FACTION:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]N/A[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]RANK:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] N/A[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]SPECIES: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Jawa[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]AGE:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] 32[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]GENDER:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] Male[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]HEIGHT:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] 1m[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]WEIGHT: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]30kg[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]EYES: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Yellow[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]HAIR: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]N/A[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]SKIN:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] N/A[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]FORCE SENSITIVE:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] No[/SIZE]

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[SIZE=10pt]STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Triko is not exactly Mr Universe. He does however possess a fair bit of strength for his size, which isn't saying much. Nonetheless, his ship is often in disrepair. He has a damned good aim, a quick draw and a great lust for all things money. He also is quite the fan of alcohol and spice. He wouldn't say that he was addicted, but he's a dishonest man/Jawa.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]He's also fearless, be it to his own detriment or gain. Usually to his detriment. That and he's off his head semi-permanently.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]SHIP: Triko owns an XS stock light freighter known as [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]The Kestrel. [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]The ship has sustained its fair share of attacks and blaster fire, but Triko's 'engineering skills' have kept it in running condition. Barely.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]BIOGRAPHY:[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Triko was born on Tatooine, without much money, fear or common sense. It didn't take long for him to learn how to shoot people, and by the age of five, he was like Billy The Kid, but he'd killed about fifty people by then. They all deserved it, or so he claims. (They probably didn't.) He'd developed quite the reputation, and perhaps one too big for his own good. In time, a Hutt warlord had him chased out of town in a grand escapade that he thinks involved a rancor. He's not sure though, because he was rather chemically intoxicated. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]The end result of the Hutt's small army chasing him was that he fled into the desert on a dewback, at the age of seven. He stumbled across a huge stash of spice and ale next to a crashed cargo ship, and... the next ten years are just a blurred, confused, debauched mess. It was around the end of this grand period of drugs, sex, and dirty rock and roll murder, that he came into possession of The Kestrel, the only love of his life. He didn't even treat that well, mind, so don't get romantically affiliated with the little chap.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Taking to the stars, he continued his pursuit of happiness... and money. Lots of money. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]EQUIPMENT:[/SIZE]

Rocket Launcher x1
Heavy repeating blaster x1
Grenade launcher x1
Blaster rifle x2
Blaster pistol x2
Grenade x8
Sniper Rifle x1
Flamethrower x1
Brass Knuckles x2
Jetpack x0
Lightsaber x0
Katana x0
Death robot x0


[SIZE=10pt]KILLS:[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]BOUNTIES COLLECTED:[/SIZE]


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[SIZE=10pt]ROLE-PLAYS:[/SIZE]

(Most Earlier RPs were lost in the purgey-thing)

Money, Money And More Money
Taken 2 (Triko's Fungeon)
I Ain't Afraid Of No Stinkin' Vagrants
Now I Got My Cootie Shot
I'm Not In The Habit Of Paying For Things
A Man Of Many Words
Olra'en's Eleven - The Teferi Job
Praise The Sun
Crossing Paths
Battle Of Mundas
Seoul Train
The Great Double Act
47 Jawas
The Terentetrametrek
It's Brutal Force, Okay
Candy Is Dandy But Liquor Is Quicker
The Howling Ruins





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