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NAME: Liam Reldar
FACTION: Republic
RANK: Waiting
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 35
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 6’5
WEIGHT: 273 lbs
EYES: Hazel
HAIR: Grey
SKIN: A tanned peach
CREDITS: 913
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Scar crossing his left eye from a bar fight.
DOMINATE HAND: Right Handed
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes, though he has no clue
STRENGTH: Liam is inhuman with his strength. 9/10
DESTERITY: He is in shape, but not what you would call a gymnast. 5/10
CONSTITUTION: He is incredibly healthy and well toned, to inhuman standards. 10/10
INTELLIGENCE: He isn’t the smartest man in the republic. 4/10
WISDOM: Street wise from growing up in gangs.. 6/10
CHARISMA: He inspires his troops with his feats of inhuman strength. 7/10
FORCE POWERS:
He has force precognition, though he donesn’t realize it.
SKILLS:
He is one hell of a quarterback, and his aim is uncanny when throwing any projectile. He can disasamble any projectile based weapon that doesn’t use energy technology.
LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS:
He swings with intent to kill, no form. He prefers using a battle axe in combat.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
His strength is his inhuman strength, his weakness is his Inhuman stupidity. He is the perfect soldier, and would make an ideal USMC lieutenant.
GEAR:
Two blaster pistols, a 7 chamber Revolver, A gamorean Battle Axe, and a custom made assault rifle.
SHIP:
Public Transportation For The Win.
PETS:
PERSONALITY:
He is strictly combat based, and is an angry man. He is an alcoholic and spends a lot of his time on extra shore leave drinking anything he can get his hands on. He is prone to violence and is often in bar fights. He is never drunk, do to his herculean constitution.-
HISTORY:
Liam grew up as a slave, and due to head trauma doesn’t remember much of his life before being freed. He knows he was put to work in mines as a young child, and has a mild fear of the dark as a result of it. He was bought by an elderly woman who appreciated his physique and used him for activities he rather not remember. When the old hag finally died he found his greatest friend in life, alcohol. He spent a good 14 years in the bars, drinking and getting into bar fights, moonlighting as a bouncer for the bars he drank at. He was picked up by a street gang as an enforcer when he turned 29 and learned a great deal about weapons as a trader for the black market. He was eventually arrested for killing a man with his bear hands in a bar fight, and given two choices, Go to Jail, or join the republic army. He’s been a well mannered ever since.
KILLS:
DUELING RING MATCHES:
GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES:
ROLE-PLAYS:
FACTION: Republic
RANK: Waiting
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 35
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 6’5
WEIGHT: 273 lbs
EYES: Hazel
HAIR: Grey
SKIN: A tanned peach
CREDITS: 913
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Scar crossing his left eye from a bar fight.
DOMINATE HAND: Right Handed
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes, though he has no clue
STRENGTH: Liam is inhuman with his strength. 9/10
DESTERITY: He is in shape, but not what you would call a gymnast. 5/10
CONSTITUTION: He is incredibly healthy and well toned, to inhuman standards. 10/10
INTELLIGENCE: He isn’t the smartest man in the republic. 4/10
WISDOM: Street wise from growing up in gangs.. 6/10
CHARISMA: He inspires his troops with his feats of inhuman strength. 7/10
FORCE POWERS:
He has force precognition, though he donesn’t realize it.
SKILLS:
He is one hell of a quarterback, and his aim is uncanny when throwing any projectile. He can disasamble any projectile based weapon that doesn’t use energy technology.
LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS:
He swings with intent to kill, no form. He prefers using a battle axe in combat.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
His strength is his inhuman strength, his weakness is his Inhuman stupidity. He is the perfect soldier, and would make an ideal USMC lieutenant.
GEAR:
Two blaster pistols, a 7 chamber Revolver, A gamorean Battle Axe, and a custom made assault rifle.
SHIP:
Public Transportation For The Win.
PETS:
PERSONALITY:
He is strictly combat based, and is an angry man. He is an alcoholic and spends a lot of his time on extra shore leave drinking anything he can get his hands on. He is prone to violence and is often in bar fights. He is never drunk, do to his herculean constitution.-
HISTORY:
Liam grew up as a slave, and due to head trauma doesn’t remember much of his life before being freed. He knows he was put to work in mines as a young child, and has a mild fear of the dark as a result of it. He was bought by an elderly woman who appreciated his physique and used him for activities he rather not remember. When the old hag finally died he found his greatest friend in life, alcohol. He spent a good 14 years in the bars, drinking and getting into bar fights, moonlighting as a bouncer for the bars he drank at. He was picked up by a street gang as an enforcer when he turned 29 and learned a great deal about weapons as a trader for the black market. He was eventually arrested for killing a man with his bear hands in a bar fight, and given two choices, Go to Jail, or join the republic army. He’s been a well mannered ever since.
KILLS:
DUELING RING MATCHES:
GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES:
ROLE-PLAYS:
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