Xurux Jeshal
Character
Cirta'zash'korni/Xurus Jeshal
NAME:
Real=Cirta'zash'korni
Taken=Xurux Jeshal
FACTION: N/A
RANK: Wandering Slaver/Mercenary
SPECIES: Chiss
AGE: 27
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'2"
WEIGHT: 134kg, 268lbs
EYES: luminescent blue
HAIR: None
SKIN: Bright blue
FORCE SENSITIVE: no
NAME:
Real=Cirta'zash'korni
Taken=Xurux Jeshal
FACTION: N/A
RANK: Wandering Slaver/Mercenary
SPECIES: Chiss
AGE: 27
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'2"
WEIGHT: 134kg, 268lbs
EYES: luminescent blue
HAIR: None
SKIN: Bright blue
FORCE SENSITIVE: no
STRENGTHS:
+Gunner: He is proficient with the use of most, if not all, firearms of the conventional type. Be they rifles, pistols or other similar weapons.
+Close Combatant: He is good in a hand to hand fight, either with his fists or with knives, of which he carries three.
+Cold-Dweller: He has a natural affinity for the cold and snow, making him a very dangerous winter predator.
+Vicious: He is an unrelenting and pitiless enemy, meaning he will not hold back anything in a fight.
+Thermal Sight: As a Chiss he can detect thermal light from objects, machines and creatures.
WEAKNESSES:
-Hates Heat: Heat above 35 degrees Celsius makes him sweat and tire far more easily than he would otherwise.
-Vicious: When angry or 'in the zone' he is incapable of seeing when the odds are against him or when he's lost, which puts him in serious danger.
-Lonely: His lack of friends gets to him every now and then, and if pressured right can bring him to a tactically dangerous wrath if stated bluntly by an enemy.
APPEARANCE:
Tall, broad, muscled and with a permanent scowl etched onto his features, this Chiss male is an obvious threat when seen. His Head is shaved bald and his chin has no hair to speak of. His eyes are a bit of an oddity when it comes to the Chiss species, noone knows quite why but his eyes are a bright, luminescent blue as opposed to the typical red of his species. His pale blue skin is much the same color, only it doesn't glow like his eyes do. He is always clad in either his armor or his winter coat, depending on what he's doing or where he's going.
BIOGRAPHY:
WIP
SHIP:
SS-51
Weapons:
Sniper Rifle; https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d3/72/d2/d372d2c59aafa5f1f811662a8d3fb76a.jpg
Assault Rifle; https://i.pinimg.com/564x/04/88/1c/04881cde4040da47866001987a310c75.jpg
Twin Pistols; https://i.pinimg.com/564x/55/c0/c7/55c0c739565abcc5b5e986e00cfcd7ef.jpg
Vibroblade Dagger; https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f3/b2/05/f3b205e3a5fe2c0fa2b3c7aa4a641835.jpg
Shock Baton; https://i.pinimg.com/564x/05/bf/5a/05bf5aecc41a012e845f8a1e0ac6dc2b.jpg
KILLS:
None
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
None
ROLE-PLAYS:
Private - A Slave, A Slaver, A Friend.
The frozen tundra planet of Hoth. It was quite the inhospitable place, which is probably why it had served the Rebellion against the First Galactic Empire so long ago. It was slightly more populated now, little pockets of civilizations hiding among the ice. But that wasn't why he was there. He'd...
Private - A Victim of Circumstance
He watched the ship go down through his binoculars. He'd witnessed an explosion of some kind in the sky above Endor's cool forests. He'd come to that particular planet because the only real threat were big beasts, and maybe the occasional Ewok, and Ewoks weren't like wookies, more like teddy...
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