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You want to know about me well there’s not much to tell really father was a Moisture Farmer mother was as well, I didn’t want to be so I set out on my own…. What to cookie cuter you say I guess you’re right to be honest My father was a bounty hunter and my mother was once one too. They used to be a unbeatable team, until they were killed by one of there previous bounties that escaped prison and hunted them down. I came from a long line of bounty hunters some known some not so much. I was born in space lived most of my childhood there until we were attacked. My mother taught me that all life was precious and that no one had the right to take it that’s why she became a hunter to stop and capture those who would harm others but she never killed her targets. My father disagreed but never crossed my mother I remember him saying that if she wanted to she could kill him a hundred times over un-armed, a thousand if she had a weapon. I never understood what he meant until the day we were attacked she took out hundreds of goons none of them had fatal wounds but enough to stop them as she carried me to an escape pod after we were boarded and our ship was going down. I was ten at the time and my last memory of my mother was emerging from the pod on tatooine’s sandy surface watching as my home and family burnt up in the atmosphere, all I had left was the old slug thrower that was passed down through my family.
I wandered the sands for days until I collapsed and was found by a Moisture Farmer and his wife as they made there rounds. They brought me back to the closest town of anchor head for medical treatment and took me in. I was thankful for them taking me in I honed my skills protecting there farm from the Sand people but I never keeled any of them half the time getting badly injured and crawling my way back home after I had subdued them. Eventually they bought me a red trench coat that was blaster resistant saying it was a good fit for me since I always seemed to come home covered in red. They never understood what could possibly make me so resilient and to be honest I never did either. Sadly my time with them was short I left when I was eighteen when I heard news in town and saw on the local cantina’s bounty board the man who Killed my family was still alive and had a bounty on his head They were sad I was leaving but they understood that I needed answers and to me they would always be part of my family.
I tracked him for five years during that time I did the occasional body guard work, bounty hunting and odd job in my travels to find the man eventually leading me to a shoddy Space station on the galactic Alliance and imperial boarder when I confronted the him he was standing over the body of the owner of the station in his office I asked him why he just smiled saying “the Galaxy was full of trash and he was just cleaning it up.” I drew my slugthrower when in a flash of light and a searing pain coming from my left arm threw my aim off and I fired breaching the offices window to the vacuum of space sucking the man out of the breach and dragging me towards the endless void when the blast door shut saving me. I was able to get off the station though sadly that searing pain was the loss of my left arm I still don’t know if it was a blaster pistol or what all I remember was the flash of what ever it was firing. I eventually found my way here to your clinic doc so that’s my story and thanks for the patch up I think I should get going I saw a hot cake place not to far from here and its calling my name, and a legacy to find.
NAME: Erick Mac’ Neal
FACTION: Independent, wanderer
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: N/A (appears human)
Homeworld: Tatooine
AGE: 23
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 5’11”
WEIGHT:185 lbs
EYES: Green
HAIR: blond
SKIN: White
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Scared body, cybernetic left arm
DOMINATE HAND: ambidextrous
FORCE SENSITIVE: yes
SKILLS:
Ace marks man
high level of agility, strength, reflexes, eyesight and complete muscle control.
GEAR:
One .45 slug thrower pistol,
Yellow tinted sunglasses
a Kevlar under armor with blaster resistant red coat on top,
one combat knife,
and two hidden knives in his boots
SHIP: public transportation
PERSONALITY:
Usually really playful and not serious until in combat situations or senses danger then his personality changes completely to a serious and battle ready person who can think tactically and fight with extreme precision. He also exhibits an almost obsessive love of doughnuts
FACTION: Independent, wanderer
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: N/A (appears human)
Homeworld: Tatooine
AGE: 23
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 5’11”
WEIGHT:185 lbs
EYES: Green
HAIR: blond
SKIN: White
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Scared body, cybernetic left arm
DOMINATE HAND: ambidextrous
FORCE SENSITIVE: yes
SKILLS:
Ace marks man
high level of agility, strength, reflexes, eyesight and complete muscle control.
GEAR:
One .45 slug thrower pistol,
Yellow tinted sunglasses
a Kevlar under armor with blaster resistant red coat on top,
one combat knife,
and two hidden knives in his boots
SHIP: public transportation
PERSONALITY:
Usually really playful and not serious until in combat situations or senses danger then his personality changes completely to a serious and battle ready person who can think tactically and fight with extreme precision. He also exhibits an almost obsessive love of doughnuts
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