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Name :
Abraham McCoy
Faction : n/a
Rank : Pirate
Alias : The Scotia
Age : 23
Species : Human
Gender : Male
Height : 6"2
Weight : 180lbs
Eyes : Dark green
Hair : Auburn
Skin : Caucasian
Distinguishing marks : Has a Scottish like accent and a small scar across his right forearm.
Force sensitive : n/a
Strength : He is quite strong but not exactly the strongest. He can lift things maybe around his body weight, at the most. 8/10
Dexterity : Abraham isn't that small, yet he is somewhat athletic. He likes to run and mainly bench press. 6/10
Constitution : He eats healthy on the odd occasion but he prefers having junk food. Yet he likes to keep himself physically fit. 7/10
Intelligence : He studied at school for the time he was there, he tried his best in most of his subjects. But that knowledge is slowly disappearing. 5/10
Wisdom : Abraham is not the best for giving advice, he will prefer to listen to other people for intel. It could be improved a lot. 5/10
Charisma : Abraham is also not very talkative, he has some trust issues BUT when he's needed Abraham could provide inspiration to most people. 6/10
Personality :
Abraham makes very brash decisions, he isn't very smart so he likes to use his brawn rather than his brain. As I've said, he has some trust issues so he'd rather things get done HIS way. Yet Abraham is very caring, if someone is unhappy, sad, etc. He will be there for support. Speaking of support. Abraham's role in most situations is support. He will provide cover for his team mates as they push forward. He is very prone to accidents, he can't help but knock a few things over. Abraham is also lonely, he doesn't have many friends. He likes to play fight with them, but they don't end up enjoying it. Abraham is also stubborn. This causes him to argue a lot with his seniors, he likes things done his way. Which will probably not be the correct way. He can be nice sometimes though, if you get to know him. You'll see that he's... All right, I guess.
Biography :
He was born as 'Abraham Sinco' into a very poor family on the outskirts of Naboo. Abraham always enjoyed tending to his father's crops and on the odd occasion, ruin them. He was prone to getting in trouble and he kind of liked to. It gave him a feeling of, lets do that again! His father would always repeat the same thing. "I've told ya' before! No playing in me' feckin fields. Ya' either do work or piss off!" Yet Abraham would always ignore him. He felt like he was doing his father a favour, helping him keep his wits about him. Abraham would always skip school on a Friday. His father would be either in the fields working or in his private shack. His mother... Would be working for a Hutt. Abraham always had a dislike to hutts, 'fat feckin' slugs' his father would call them and frankly Abraham couldn't agree more.
When Abraham was 17, he had finished school and was just working on his father's field. An old school friend appeared before him. Abraham was confused at first, but he realised it was his old pal. Nobody could pronounce his name. So they just called him 'J. McCoy' after a local legend. J. was also not very talkative. One of the few things they both had in common. Abraham didn't really mind though. J. asked Abraham to follow him for a quick second. Abraham obliged and continued to follow the man. He followed J. into a small alleyway. Now this was getting weird. Abraham waited for J. to turn around, it took him a while but when he did. Abraham wished he just stayed facing the opposite direction.
J. had a red light saber beam right through his head. J. dropped to the floor instantly and Abraham stood their stunned. No point checking for a pulse he thought. "Now its your turn..." said... Something. Abraham didn't really care what at this point. Abraham turned around and dashed but the lightsaber beam slashed his right palm as he got away. Abraham kept running, while cursing. Many thoughts rushed through his head. Why did J. ask me to follow him? Why the hell did he die? Who the feck killed him? Who said 'you're next'?. Abraham eventually arrived back at the family farm only to see a shuttle. Big enough for maybe two people. Abraham saw that the ramp was down and he just went for it. As Abraham was inside, he saw that nobody was there. Maybe it was J.'s. He wouldn't need it any more. Abraham found the keys still in the ignition. He turned them and held the steering wheel tight. The ship flew up and it dashed forward. Thankfully he knew how to fly these things, ironically it was J. who taught him...
After flying to planet after planet. He was met by a shady bloke. The man stood infront of him with no explanation. He didn't even speak a word. The man reached into his pocket and pulled out a card. Abraham saw the card and he could make out the big bold lettering saying DEAD DROP PACT. Abraham remembered hearing about those guys. A perfect group for him. The shady man walked passed him and placed the card in Abraham's broad palm. Abraham carefully read over the writing. It had coordinates of the base and etc. When Abraham lifted his head to reply to the other man, he saw that the man had vanished, nowhere to be seen. Abraham was speechless for a moment, rubbing his chin. He shrugged it off and returned to his former friend's ship. He knew exactly where to go. "Finally, something to do." he smiled. He punched in the coordinates and the ship took off slowly, but surely, and zoomed forward.
Skills :
Abraham has very good tracking skills from being a hunter back in the ole' days (When he was 21). He is also a good farmer, which is not surprising. Abraham is also good at close quarters combat and guerilla warfare. He is hopeless with short range firearms but for that loss he makes up in long range firearms.
Gear :
Ship : here
Droid : 8D Series Smelter Droid he bought on the black market, it does his interrogation and etc.
Abraham McCoy
Faction : n/a
Rank : Pirate
Alias : The Scotia
Age : 23
Species : Human
Gender : Male
Height : 6"2
Weight : 180lbs
Eyes : Dark green
Hair : Auburn
Skin : Caucasian
Distinguishing marks : Has a Scottish like accent and a small scar across his right forearm.
Force sensitive : n/a
Strength : He is quite strong but not exactly the strongest. He can lift things maybe around his body weight, at the most. 8/10
Dexterity : Abraham isn't that small, yet he is somewhat athletic. He likes to run and mainly bench press. 6/10
Constitution : He eats healthy on the odd occasion but he prefers having junk food. Yet he likes to keep himself physically fit. 7/10
Intelligence : He studied at school for the time he was there, he tried his best in most of his subjects. But that knowledge is slowly disappearing. 5/10
Wisdom : Abraham is not the best for giving advice, he will prefer to listen to other people for intel. It could be improved a lot. 5/10
Charisma : Abraham is also not very talkative, he has some trust issues BUT when he's needed Abraham could provide inspiration to most people. 6/10
Personality :
Abraham makes very brash decisions, he isn't very smart so he likes to use his brawn rather than his brain. As I've said, he has some trust issues so he'd rather things get done HIS way. Yet Abraham is very caring, if someone is unhappy, sad, etc. He will be there for support. Speaking of support. Abraham's role in most situations is support. He will provide cover for his team mates as they push forward. He is very prone to accidents, he can't help but knock a few things over. Abraham is also lonely, he doesn't have many friends. He likes to play fight with them, but they don't end up enjoying it. Abraham is also stubborn. This causes him to argue a lot with his seniors, he likes things done his way. Which will probably not be the correct way. He can be nice sometimes though, if you get to know him. You'll see that he's... All right, I guess.
Biography :
He was born as 'Abraham Sinco' into a very poor family on the outskirts of Naboo. Abraham always enjoyed tending to his father's crops and on the odd occasion, ruin them. He was prone to getting in trouble and he kind of liked to. It gave him a feeling of, lets do that again! His father would always repeat the same thing. "I've told ya' before! No playing in me' feckin fields. Ya' either do work or piss off!" Yet Abraham would always ignore him. He felt like he was doing his father a favour, helping him keep his wits about him. Abraham would always skip school on a Friday. His father would be either in the fields working or in his private shack. His mother... Would be working for a Hutt. Abraham always had a dislike to hutts, 'fat feckin' slugs' his father would call them and frankly Abraham couldn't agree more.
When Abraham was 17, he had finished school and was just working on his father's field. An old school friend appeared before him. Abraham was confused at first, but he realised it was his old pal. Nobody could pronounce his name. So they just called him 'J. McCoy' after a local legend. J. was also not very talkative. One of the few things they both had in common. Abraham didn't really mind though. J. asked Abraham to follow him for a quick second. Abraham obliged and continued to follow the man. He followed J. into a small alleyway. Now this was getting weird. Abraham waited for J. to turn around, it took him a while but when he did. Abraham wished he just stayed facing the opposite direction.
J. had a red light saber beam right through his head. J. dropped to the floor instantly and Abraham stood their stunned. No point checking for a pulse he thought. "Now its your turn..." said... Something. Abraham didn't really care what at this point. Abraham turned around and dashed but the lightsaber beam slashed his right palm as he got away. Abraham kept running, while cursing. Many thoughts rushed through his head. Why did J. ask me to follow him? Why the hell did he die? Who the feck killed him? Who said 'you're next'?. Abraham eventually arrived back at the family farm only to see a shuttle. Big enough for maybe two people. Abraham saw that the ramp was down and he just went for it. As Abraham was inside, he saw that nobody was there. Maybe it was J.'s. He wouldn't need it any more. Abraham found the keys still in the ignition. He turned them and held the steering wheel tight. The ship flew up and it dashed forward. Thankfully he knew how to fly these things, ironically it was J. who taught him...
After flying to planet after planet. He was met by a shady bloke. The man stood infront of him with no explanation. He didn't even speak a word. The man reached into his pocket and pulled out a card. Abraham saw the card and he could make out the big bold lettering saying DEAD DROP PACT. Abraham remembered hearing about those guys. A perfect group for him. The shady man walked passed him and placed the card in Abraham's broad palm. Abraham carefully read over the writing. It had coordinates of the base and etc. When Abraham lifted his head to reply to the other man, he saw that the man had vanished, nowhere to be seen. Abraham was speechless for a moment, rubbing his chin. He shrugged it off and returned to his former friend's ship. He knew exactly where to go. "Finally, something to do." he smiled. He punched in the coordinates and the ship took off slowly, but surely, and zoomed forward.
Skills :
Abraham has very good tracking skills from being a hunter back in the ole' days (When he was 21). He is also a good farmer, which is not surprising. Abraham is also good at close quarters combat and guerilla warfare. He is hopeless with short range firearms but for that loss he makes up in long range firearms.
Gear :
- Smuggler wear
- Versistaff, a gift from his father on his 14th birthday
- A mask, mainly for style plus protecting his identity
- An emergency blaster
Ship : here
Droid : 8D Series Smelter Droid he bought on the black market, it does his interrogation and etc.
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