UMPHRY BOGGART, JEDI PRIVATE EYE
NAME: Umphry Boggert, but goes by Boggs, or Boggy if you're nasty.
FACTION: A guy like me don't do factions. They're bad for business.
RANK: Padawan, they say. Sounds pretty hoity-toity, you ask me.
SPECIES: Lepi
AGE: 26
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 5'6"
WEIGHT: 128 lbs.
EYES: Red
HAIR: Green
SKIN: Pink under the green fur
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yeah, so what? I ain't no Jedi. I SAID I AIN'T NO JEDI. Okay, I'm a Jedi.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
APPEARANCE:
Boggs is a 5'6" green Lepi, with darker green markings highlighting his pelt. He's normally dressed in a dark brown trench coat over dark grey jedi robes. He keeps a purple kyber crystal around his neck as a superstitious backup to the one in his lightsaber, carries a blaster, and knows how to use it.
BIOGRAPHY:
Life ain't easy in the mean warrens of Coachella Prime. Oh sure, everybody thinks ya got it made; agrarian society, everybody livin' undergruond together, cool in the summer, warm in the winter, but hey pally, there's a reason us Lepi ventured out into the great unknown. It's freakin' crowded!
So anyways, yeah, I was born on good ol' C-Prime, but pretty soon after that things got a little hot, and the family had ta vamoose, you know what I'm sayin'? Ma, she was somethin' of a Lightfingered Louie. Second story work, mostly. She was quick as a bunny and as silent as a shadow. Ain't nobody could touch her. Never made the big score, but buddy, she had dreams. Right up until some Imp put a blaster bolt into her back. Pa, he worked as a mechanic wherever he could. He claimed engines spoke to him. He'd just look at a piece of machinery, and five minutes later he was up to his elbows in grease and spanners.
Me, I ran with the wrong crowd for awhile, like ya do when you're young, you come from nothin', and ya got nowhere to go. I was quick too, like my ma, and had a good eye for details.
SHIP:
The Radio Nova, a run-down & modified YT-1760 transport, with twin laser turrets, commercial-grade shield generators just in case, and redesigned interior space allowing for four passengers rather than eight. A guy oughtta be comfortable in his own ship/office/apartment.
KILLS:
I ain't sayin'.
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
None.
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