Post by XxDeadDragonxX on Apr 20, 2007 12:19:44 GMT -5
Name: Tyris Drakor
Age: 21
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 6'2
Weight: 201
Era: Knights of the Old Republic
Allegiance: Neutral
Class: Ex-Sith Assassin
Skills: Niman/Jar'Kai Dual Lightsaber form, Small spacecraft pilot, Mechanical construction and repair.
Force Powers: Telekinesis, Force Push, Force Speed, Force Camouflage, Force Lighting, Deadly sight, Saber barrier.
Weapons: Two Silver bladed Electrum lightsabers, WESTAR-34 blaster pistol .
Spacecraft: modified Kazellis Light Freighter named "Crimson Blade". Quad laser cannon, Shield generators. A CG-99 security droid with piloting upgrade.
Appearance: Ruggedly handsome clean shaved face with a large scar that runs from the corner of his left eye to his jawline. Short slightly spiked raven black hair. A pale complexion with a muscular build. Dark gray eyes which convey an almost uncaring intelligence.
Attire: Black cloak, black long sleeved shirt, black pants, black boots, black leather belt with holsters for blaster pistol, and lightsabers, sunglasses.
Personality: Highly intelligent, emotionally distance, antisocial, not trusting, and prefers to be alone.
Likes and dislikes: Likes, his ship, silence, and tinkering with machines. Dislikes, the Sith, the Jedi, and anything dealing with the war he put behind him.
History: It has been a year since I escaped my now hated Sith masters. I failed one little assignment and they thought I was going to just stand there are let them kill me for not being able to kill a kid. I cut a bloody path out of the academy, taking a few wounds on the way out, as I ran for the spaceport in hope that some idiot smuggler was there. I was in luck for there was two ships in the docking bays, I picked the fastest and quickly dispatched the crew. I was able to successfully pilot the ship and escape pursuit quickly enough.
For the last year I have been drifting from planet to planet, with a droid as my only companion, taking what jobs I could find just to get by. I have smuggled just about everything, hunted bounties, taken assassination contracts, sold my services as a mercenary, and a few other things. I do what I must to make a living in this universe.
Age: 21
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 6'2
Weight: 201
Era: Knights of the Old Republic
Allegiance: Neutral
Class: Ex-Sith Assassin
Skills: Niman/Jar'Kai Dual Lightsaber form, Small spacecraft pilot, Mechanical construction and repair.
Force Powers: Telekinesis, Force Push, Force Speed, Force Camouflage, Force Lighting, Deadly sight, Saber barrier.
Weapons: Two Silver bladed Electrum lightsabers, WESTAR-34 blaster pistol .
Spacecraft: modified Kazellis Light Freighter named "Crimson Blade". Quad laser cannon, Shield generators. A CG-99 security droid with piloting upgrade.
Appearance: Ruggedly handsome clean shaved face with a large scar that runs from the corner of his left eye to his jawline. Short slightly spiked raven black hair. A pale complexion with a muscular build. Dark gray eyes which convey an almost uncaring intelligence.
Attire: Black cloak, black long sleeved shirt, black pants, black boots, black leather belt with holsters for blaster pistol, and lightsabers, sunglasses.
Personality: Highly intelligent, emotionally distance, antisocial, not trusting, and prefers to be alone.
Likes and dislikes: Likes, his ship, silence, and tinkering with machines. Dislikes, the Sith, the Jedi, and anything dealing with the war he put behind him.
History: It has been a year since I escaped my now hated Sith masters. I failed one little assignment and they thought I was going to just stand there are let them kill me for not being able to kill a kid. I cut a bloody path out of the academy, taking a few wounds on the way out, as I ran for the spaceport in hope that some idiot smuggler was there. I was in luck for there was two ships in the docking bays, I picked the fastest and quickly dispatched the crew. I was able to successfully pilot the ship and escape pursuit quickly enough.
For the last year I have been drifting from planet to planet, with a droid as my only companion, taking what jobs I could find just to get by. I have smuggled just about everything, hunted bounties, taken assassination contracts, sold my services as a mercenary, and a few other things. I do what I must to make a living in this universe.
