Xero Wran
Councilor/Colonist
NAME: Xero Wren
FACTION: N/A
RANK: Wanderer, General Laborer, The Dude
SPECIES: Yarkora
AGE: 40
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'6
WEIGHT: 230 lbs.
EYES: Hazel
HAIR: White
SKIN: Coffee with Cream...Cream.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Non-sensitive
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) : Wren is not some great warrior or academic or even artistically inclined in anyway...he is a simple being and as such is susceptible that anyone trapped in the mortal coil can be at risk of. He is by no means a smart being, but he isn't completely stupid either-no sir, he is no dunce! Can get sick, isn't impervious to violent death, doesn't own anything beside his own sense that keeps his hide from being torched! Competent with a blaster and menial labor, is a tinkerer.
APPEARANCE: Wren can often be seen sporting a variety of shabby clothing, from simple wrappings, to a cheap dark-blue spacers-suit, and maroon robes that can be considered 'finery' to a degree. Both hands are large and 3-fingered like all his species; a long neck supporting a gaunt Yak-like face draped in wispy white whiskers. Often does not wear any foot-wear for his own personal comfort and the natural padding on his feet.
BIOGRAPHY:
Wren has never been tied to anywhere or had any place to really call home, and he never really wanted too, he enjoys his life as it is and takes each day one at a time. His only wish is to wander, meet as many people and experience as much as he can within the confines of his short years, so he sees it. Not a freeloader or leach by any means, Wren pays forward his dues and making sure he has just enough credits in his pocket to maintain his food-fund, a ramshackle star-ship and a reliable blaster at his side-that he seldom finds use for; he takes any odd-jobs and menial labor he can accrue to continue to satiate his wanderlust. Every day is one more Opus-recently Wren has been feeling stuck, almost in a rut-pushing brooms in a droid shop on Bogden, and its time to move on.
SHIP: A modified (As in kitchen and sleeping quarters added) for personal use a simple Shantaul-Class Cargo Shuttle
KILLS: N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED: N/A
FACTION: N/A
RANK: Wanderer, General Laborer, The Dude
SPECIES: Yarkora
AGE: 40
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'6
WEIGHT: 230 lbs.
EYES: Hazel
HAIR: White
SKIN: Coffee with Cream...Cream.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Non-sensitive
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) : Wren is not some great warrior or academic or even artistically inclined in anyway...he is a simple being and as such is susceptible that anyone trapped in the mortal coil can be at risk of. He is by no means a smart being, but he isn't completely stupid either-no sir, he is no dunce! Can get sick, isn't impervious to violent death, doesn't own anything beside his own sense that keeps his hide from being torched! Competent with a blaster and menial labor, is a tinkerer.
APPEARANCE: Wren can often be seen sporting a variety of shabby clothing, from simple wrappings, to a cheap dark-blue spacers-suit, and maroon robes that can be considered 'finery' to a degree. Both hands are large and 3-fingered like all his species; a long neck supporting a gaunt Yak-like face draped in wispy white whiskers. Often does not wear any foot-wear for his own personal comfort and the natural padding on his feet.
BIOGRAPHY:
Wren has never been tied to anywhere or had any place to really call home, and he never really wanted too, he enjoys his life as it is and takes each day one at a time. His only wish is to wander, meet as many people and experience as much as he can within the confines of his short years, so he sees it. Not a freeloader or leach by any means, Wren pays forward his dues and making sure he has just enough credits in his pocket to maintain his food-fund, a ramshackle star-ship and a reliable blaster at his side-that he seldom finds use for; he takes any odd-jobs and menial labor he can accrue to continue to satiate his wanderlust. Every day is one more Opus-recently Wren has been feeling stuck, almost in a rut-pushing brooms in a droid shop on Bogden, and its time to move on.
SHIP: A modified (As in kitchen and sleeping quarters added) for personal use a simple Shantaul-Class Cargo Shuttle
KILLS: N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED: N/A