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(This is gonna hang out here, until I lose a character or something)
NAME: Douglas J. Falcon
AGE: Awesome!
SPECIES: The Best! (Human)
GENDER: Manly!
FACTION: I don't need support!
RANK: Better than the Best.
FORCE SENSITIVE: HYES!
CREDITS: More than enough is never enough...
APPEARANCE:
I'm 6'2, I have an unusually muscular build, and no one can compete with it. My physical features are too manly for them to handle, and as a result ALL the ladies love me. It's not like they can help it, right?
ATTRIBUTES:
I'm the galaxy's best pilot. I race the pros, I beat the pros. The best claim a false title, because they've yet to hear my name. You think you're an Ace? Come find me. I'll give you a chance, but I can guarantee you won't beat me. And if you think I can't handle myself out of the cockpit? Think again.
PERSONALITY:
I'm the best! If you dare, show me you moves and I'll respect you. But come on, who would? They know it would just be embarrassing for themselves. They couldn't handle the crushing defeat I'd send their way. Mostly because they'll die trying to keep up with me. After all, they're too slow!
BIOGRAPHY:
My childhood isn't of any major importance. All you need to know is that I wanted to race, because I always won. Especially after my only loss. I spent years of my life in both simulators of every kind, and the real deal. Sure I got into the occasional fight with some insecure kid who thought he could beat the young one, but afterwards they knew. Knew who the best was, and not to mess with him.
After my childhood, I began traveling the Outer Rim, beating everybody in every sector. But, I stayed under the radar enough to never gain popularity. I became a sort of traveling teacher, and I taught humility. I had my own one-man ship, which I legally used in every race I entered. I even got into a few dogfights, and boy were those guys sorry they messed with me. To this day, I still travel around and teach people what defeat tastes like.
SKILLS:
I've got more skills than you can count on half a human hand! First and foremost, I'm the Ace Pilot. Known only as Captain Falcon, my name is feared in all the Outer Rim racing leagues. I've yet to break into the Core leagues, but I'll get there soon. Another thing you don't want to mess with is my hand-to-hand combat. Thanks to the Cortosis-weave in my gauntlets, not even the Jedi or the ferocious Sith stand a chance. By my own force of raw willpower, I've been able to create huge bursts of fire with nothing but my bare hands. I use this to greatly enhance my hand-to-hand, my most deadly attack once dubbed the 'Falcon Punch', is one of my fists enveloped in flame, slamming right into the opponent in an explosion shaped like a falcon.
GEAR:
My custom armor, made up of a blue Flak jacket, blue pants, my Cortosis-weave gauntlets and boots, a Phrik/durasteel shoulder paldron on my right side, and a custom helmet, the only part of my face covered is my eyes. The eye-covering visor features an auto-tint, to keep the star glare out of my eyes while I race in the off-world circuits. Unfortunately, it doesn't have enough time to adjust for something like a flash bang, as those are effective up-close, where my visor isn't.
SHIP:
The Blue Falcon. On a planet, this classifies as a high-quality speeder, but in space is more akin to an interceptor. It contains all the internals that it needs to be effective, with military grade equipment such as sensors, communication systems, navigation, and armament. It features two fully-automatic laser cannons (wing mounted), and a seeker missile launcher than can hold 4 missiles at a time (barrel sticks out from under the cockpit). It also has as high-class hyperdrive as you can put in this thing without ripping it to shreds at more than light speed.
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NAME: Douglas J. Falcon
AGE: Awesome!
SPECIES: The Best! (Human)
GENDER: Manly!
FACTION: I don't need support!
RANK: Better than the Best.
FORCE SENSITIVE: HYES!
CREDITS: More than enough is never enough...
APPEARANCE:
I'm 6'2, I have an unusually muscular build, and no one can compete with it. My physical features are too manly for them to handle, and as a result ALL the ladies love me. It's not like they can help it, right?
ATTRIBUTES:
I'm the galaxy's best pilot. I race the pros, I beat the pros. The best claim a false title, because they've yet to hear my name. You think you're an Ace? Come find me. I'll give you a chance, but I can guarantee you won't beat me. And if you think I can't handle myself out of the cockpit? Think again.
PERSONALITY:
I'm the best! If you dare, show me you moves and I'll respect you. But come on, who would? They know it would just be embarrassing for themselves. They couldn't handle the crushing defeat I'd send their way. Mostly because they'll die trying to keep up with me. After all, they're too slow!
BIOGRAPHY:
My childhood isn't of any major importance. All you need to know is that I wanted to race, because I always won. Especially after my only loss. I spent years of my life in both simulators of every kind, and the real deal. Sure I got into the occasional fight with some insecure kid who thought he could beat the young one, but afterwards they knew. Knew who the best was, and not to mess with him.
After my childhood, I began traveling the Outer Rim, beating everybody in every sector. But, I stayed under the radar enough to never gain popularity. I became a sort of traveling teacher, and I taught humility. I had my own one-man ship, which I legally used in every race I entered. I even got into a few dogfights, and boy were those guys sorry they messed with me. To this day, I still travel around and teach people what defeat tastes like.
SKILLS:
I've got more skills than you can count on half a human hand! First and foremost, I'm the Ace Pilot. Known only as Captain Falcon, my name is feared in all the Outer Rim racing leagues. I've yet to break into the Core leagues, but I'll get there soon. Another thing you don't want to mess with is my hand-to-hand combat. Thanks to the Cortosis-weave in my gauntlets, not even the Jedi or the ferocious Sith stand a chance. By my own force of raw willpower, I've been able to create huge bursts of fire with nothing but my bare hands. I use this to greatly enhance my hand-to-hand, my most deadly attack once dubbed the 'Falcon Punch', is one of my fists enveloped in flame, slamming right into the opponent in an explosion shaped like a falcon.
GEAR:
My custom armor, made up of a blue Flak jacket, blue pants, my Cortosis-weave gauntlets and boots, a Phrik/durasteel shoulder paldron on my right side, and a custom helmet, the only part of my face covered is my eyes. The eye-covering visor features an auto-tint, to keep the star glare out of my eyes while I race in the off-world circuits. Unfortunately, it doesn't have enough time to adjust for something like a flash bang, as those are effective up-close, where my visor isn't.
SHIP:
The Blue Falcon. On a planet, this classifies as a high-quality speeder, but in space is more akin to an interceptor. It contains all the internals that it needs to be effective, with military grade equipment such as sensors, communication systems, navigation, and armament. It features two fully-automatic laser cannons (wing mounted), and a seeker missile launcher than can hold 4 missiles at a time (barrel sticks out from under the cockpit). It also has as high-class hyperdrive as you can put in this thing without ripping it to shreds at more than light speed.
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