Ty Zashal
Smug Old Man
Ty Zashal
|> NAME: Ty Zashal
|> FACTION: N/A
|> RANK: Freelancer, smuggler, mercenary, and all-around for hire.
|> SPECIES: Human
|> HOMEWORLD: Copperline
|> AGE: 60s
|> SEX: Male
|> HEIGHT: 6'1"/1.85m
|> WEIGHT: 186 lbs
|> EYES: Blue
|> HAIR: Grey
|> SKIN: White
|> FORCE SENSITIVE: No
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|> STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES :
|> APPEARANCE:
(See picture above for face)
Ty Zashal is a old human male of Caucasian descent with white (Albeit tans in the sun) skin, with a full head of grey hair and a long beard. He keeps up a healthy complexion with clean clothes and a washed face, his hands are usually dirty with all sort of cuts and oil covering his skin thanks to long hours of repairing his ship. His body shape is gradually getting unhealthily thinner, along with a decaying muscle mass and sagging skin, and will move with a limp if he walks or runs too often, but nevertheless can keep pace with your usual human despite some coughs and wheezing.
|> BIOGRAPHY:
Copperline, big family of farmers and absolutely nothing to do but repair old broken up equipment. Ty was instantly tired of the life he was living on some world in the middle of nowhere, and aspired to do more with his life. Once old enough to find a job, he did, and spent every day looking at the credits he had gathered in a desperate want to buy his own ship and get off his rock of a planet. Inevitably, he did, at the age of twenty he got to buy a YT-1300 Freighter- centuries old and pretty run down, didn't matter -and used all his experience fixing up broken equipment to bring the ship to life. Once the engines started running one morning, he'd buy the fuel and head off into space without a second thought. Since then he's gone on to fly his ship from world to world, getting shot at, finding ancient ruins and surviving deals gone wrong in a variety of ways. And with time it has gotten too tiresome to keep up with. With his siblings still working hard on Copperline with their own families and grandchildren, Ty's last objective simple:
Acquire enough credits for the biggest retirement fund one could ever achieve and finally settle back home. But it isn't all too simple- much of the galaxy is in turmoil, and repairs, fuel, ammunition and food are costly. Constantly in a state of earning just as much credits as he loses, Ty is in a desperate bid to find the best paying job he can get, and with fingers crossed, hope that he'll do just one final mission and retire.
|> EQUIPMENT:
DL-44 Heavy Blaster Pistol
|> SHIP:
YT-1300 Light Freighter (You know the one)
|> KILLS:
N/A
|> BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
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|> ROLE-PLAYS:
A Side Job
Coruscant Noir
Paw Claw and Scale
|> NAME: Ty Zashal
|> FACTION: N/A
|> RANK: Freelancer, smuggler, mercenary, and all-around for hire.
|> SPECIES: Human
|> HOMEWORLD: Copperline
|> AGE: 60s
|> SEX: Male
|> HEIGHT: 6'1"/1.85m
|> WEIGHT: 186 lbs
|> EYES: Blue
|> HAIR: Grey
|> SKIN: White
|> FORCE SENSITIVE: No
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|> STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES :
- Experienced: Long days spent in hazardous environments with minimal oxygen and supplies, or getting attacked by monsters on the far side of the galaxy, life is a series of maturing experiences! With consequences. Thankfully Ty has survived long enough to garner skills through these experiences, making him calm under dangerous circumstances.
- Pilot: Getting from one side to the galaxy to the other is pretty difficult with so many transit stations, spaceships and fees- its a lot easier to bring your own starship. Thanks to flying his own starship for decades, Ty is a adequate pilot, capable of flying just about any usual starship and without much trouble.
- Technical: To survive using a YT-series Corellian freighter requires some adept hands and a good mind on all the little wires, knobs and pipes. Being able to take apart your own ship and put it back together gives some vague ideas on how a lot of the little pieces and bobs work throughout the galaxy, and this knowledge comes in handy when you want to fix something up or tear it down.
- Old: Growing weaker, with a poorer immune system and decaying senses from eyesight to hearing, and going through hazardous environments don't help heal these losing senses and old wounds. Ty is slowing decaying from his peak performance, making him a bit slower on the reflexes, a bit more blind, a bit less aware and a lot more reliant on others to get something done.
- Frail: Combat is scary, and Ty's age can make every encounter a dangerously permanent and crippling consequence of bad health. A single punch from a strong warrior could fracture his bones, making him not only eager to get away or stay out of combat, but also very unwilling and difficult to participate in it.
- Slow: A lot of people can use the force to their advantage, and even more have their capable reflexes to block a bunch or duck. Ty's lack of either has given him more then one bruise, or worse.
|> APPEARANCE:
(See picture above for face)
Ty Zashal is a old human male of Caucasian descent with white (Albeit tans in the sun) skin, with a full head of grey hair and a long beard. He keeps up a healthy complexion with clean clothes and a washed face, his hands are usually dirty with all sort of cuts and oil covering his skin thanks to long hours of repairing his ship. His body shape is gradually getting unhealthily thinner, along with a decaying muscle mass and sagging skin, and will move with a limp if he walks or runs too often, but nevertheless can keep pace with your usual human despite some coughs and wheezing.
|> BIOGRAPHY:
Copperline, big family of farmers and absolutely nothing to do but repair old broken up equipment. Ty was instantly tired of the life he was living on some world in the middle of nowhere, and aspired to do more with his life. Once old enough to find a job, he did, and spent every day looking at the credits he had gathered in a desperate want to buy his own ship and get off his rock of a planet. Inevitably, he did, at the age of twenty he got to buy a YT-1300 Freighter- centuries old and pretty run down, didn't matter -and used all his experience fixing up broken equipment to bring the ship to life. Once the engines started running one morning, he'd buy the fuel and head off into space without a second thought. Since then he's gone on to fly his ship from world to world, getting shot at, finding ancient ruins and surviving deals gone wrong in a variety of ways. And with time it has gotten too tiresome to keep up with. With his siblings still working hard on Copperline with their own families and grandchildren, Ty's last objective simple:
Acquire enough credits for the biggest retirement fund one could ever achieve and finally settle back home. But it isn't all too simple- much of the galaxy is in turmoil, and repairs, fuel, ammunition and food are costly. Constantly in a state of earning just as much credits as he loses, Ty is in a desperate bid to find the best paying job he can get, and with fingers crossed, hope that he'll do just one final mission and retire.
|> EQUIPMENT:
DL-44 Heavy Blaster Pistol
|> SHIP:
YT-1300 Light Freighter (You know the one)
|> KILLS:
N/A
|> BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
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|> ROLE-PLAYS:
A Side Job
Coruscant Noir
Paw Claw and Scale