Warren Yon'Borr
Character
Name: Warren Yon'Borr
Faction: None.
Rank: Pirate.
Species: Devaronian.
Sex: Male.
Age: 35.
Height: 5'11.
Weight: 199 lbs.
Eyes: Red.
Hair: None.
Skin: Bright red.
Force sensitive: Nope.
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Strengths and weaknesses:
+Swift.
+Decent pilot
+Gunslinger. He is quite a good shot with his DL-44 heavy blaster pistol.
-Coward. He may act like a brave and hardened criminal but in reality, he is a coward.
-Backstabber. In order to save himself, he'd double-cross even his own family in order to escape.
-Greedy. He hungers for credits.
Appearance: A medium-sized Devaronian with two brass earrings. His mouth is full of rotting teeth and possesses two long horns.
Biography: Warren was born to a rather awful family, who were nothing but scum and spicers. At a young age, he had left his home, attempting to escape his abusive parents. For years, he lived on the streets and smoked spice with his juvenile delinquent companions. After a while, him criminal acts turned violent. Warren and his friends began vandalizing buildings, stores, and warehouses. Eventually, a warehouse owner had discovered Warren and marched out of a warehouse. Yelling at the teenagers, the warehouse owner was interrupted as Warren's oldest of his friends, removed a Vibroblade. The owner of the warehouse quickly turned to run away, fear frozen on his face but was stopped in his tracks as the blade pierced his back. Warren stared in disbelief as the owner collapsed to his knees, the other boys standing over the man. The man raised his hands in front of him, beginning to speak. "P-p-please!" The man managed to mutter before being finished off with a slash to the throat. Warren's friends, or so he thought, chuckled cruelly at the lifeless corpse of the man. Warren spun around, sprinting down several alleyways, obviously alarmed and disturbed. From there, Warren stowed away on a transportation vessel, stopping at Tattoine. He became a criminal and mainly only did small jobs such as pickpocketing. Eventually, these small crimes pushed up to thievery. These crimes continued to happen until Warren hit the age of twenty. He met a mob-boss and became a mercenary and pirate for the well-known criminal. He eventually ended up blasting his boss in the back of his skull and headed out into the galaxy, doing anything in order to gain credits, his past seeming to transform him into a monster.
Ship: Porax-38 star fighter.
Faction: None.
Rank: Pirate.
Species: Devaronian.
Sex: Male.
Age: 35.
Height: 5'11.
Weight: 199 lbs.
Eyes: Red.
Hair: None.
Skin: Bright red.
Force sensitive: Nope.
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Strengths and weaknesses:
+Swift.
+Decent pilot
+Gunslinger. He is quite a good shot with his DL-44 heavy blaster pistol.
-Coward. He may act like a brave and hardened criminal but in reality, he is a coward.
-Backstabber. In order to save himself, he'd double-cross even his own family in order to escape.
-Greedy. He hungers for credits.
Appearance: A medium-sized Devaronian with two brass earrings. His mouth is full of rotting teeth and possesses two long horns.
Biography: Warren was born to a rather awful family, who were nothing but scum and spicers. At a young age, he had left his home, attempting to escape his abusive parents. For years, he lived on the streets and smoked spice with his juvenile delinquent companions. After a while, him criminal acts turned violent. Warren and his friends began vandalizing buildings, stores, and warehouses. Eventually, a warehouse owner had discovered Warren and marched out of a warehouse. Yelling at the teenagers, the warehouse owner was interrupted as Warren's oldest of his friends, removed a Vibroblade. The owner of the warehouse quickly turned to run away, fear frozen on his face but was stopped in his tracks as the blade pierced his back. Warren stared in disbelief as the owner collapsed to his knees, the other boys standing over the man. The man raised his hands in front of him, beginning to speak. "P-p-please!" The man managed to mutter before being finished off with a slash to the throat. Warren's friends, or so he thought, chuckled cruelly at the lifeless corpse of the man. Warren spun around, sprinting down several alleyways, obviously alarmed and disturbed. From there, Warren stowed away on a transportation vessel, stopping at Tattoine. He became a criminal and mainly only did small jobs such as pickpocketing. Eventually, these small crimes pushed up to thievery. These crimes continued to happen until Warren hit the age of twenty. He met a mob-boss and became a mercenary and pirate for the well-known criminal. He eventually ended up blasting his boss in the back of his skull and headed out into the galaxy, doing anything in order to gain credits, his past seeming to transform him into a monster.
Ship: Porax-38 star fighter.