Independent Callahan McKoy

[Zay]

BIOGRAPHICAL INFORMATION​

---Homeworld
---Age
--- Corellia
--- 32

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION​

--- Species
--- Gender
--- Height
--- Mass
--- Eye Color
--- Hair Color
--- Skin Color
--- Force Sensitivity
--- Human
--- Male
--- 185 cm
--- 88 kg
--- Dirty Blonde
--- Grey-green
--- Fair
--- Negative

KNOWN AFFILIATIONS​

--- Faction
--- Organizations

--- Independent
--- CEC
--- CorSec

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Callahan McKoy mourned the empty bottle of Corellian whiskey sitting in his console. He couldn’t believe he was hurtling through space to help Darren, but when a friend asked for help, you helped them. His eyes shifted from the bottle to the viewport directly in front of him. Just outside the cockpit, the spiraling mottled blue tunnel of hyperspace rolled past like the barrel of a Mon Cala wave. Cal's gaze was transfixed on the flowing miasma but his mind was lightyears away in Coronet City.

“If you get in that ship we’re done,” she’d said as he began up the boarding ramp.

“Callahan,” she cried, desperation coloring her fury as he moved further from her.

“Cal, please!” He didn’t respond.

As he reached the apex of the ramp he turned around to look at her for the last time. Molly was beauty incarnate. Curly amber locks tousled by Corellia’s breeze, and glistening emerald eyes more beautiful than any jewel in the galaxy. She was the only thing that made Corellia worth it and he’d broken her heart to repay a debt.

Callahan wished he could go back. He wished he could ignore the blasé holo he’d watched, but most of all he wished he’d have told her that he’d loved her. Cal wasn’t sure what adventure or more likely escapade Darren had in store for them, but he was sure it’d be dangerous. His mind was whiskey bent and his heart was heavy. Callahan blinked away tears he’d not felt form and reached down to a leaver on the lower left side of his chair, he pulled up and the seat leaned back. According to his nav system, he would reach Hutt space come in about eight hours and he’d need every bit of that time to sleep off the whiskey and bury his broken heart.

B A C K S T O R Y

The Force moves in mysterious ways, and if he were a religious man, Callahan would assume he'd angered the preternatural power in a previous life. Born and raised on Corellia, by his parents, Mari and Jacen McKoy, Callahan grew up in a relatively loving home. His mother was an engineer for CEC and his father was a CorSec Officer. Mari was imaginative, creative, and full of life, Jacen was disciplined, stoic, and strict leading Cal to land somewhere between the two. Cal idolized his father and doted on his mother as a kid. Mari was loving and supportive, and Jacen was... well, Jacen tried.

Jacen McKoy was raised by a single father who'd worked as a CorSec officer for 30 years. His life had been hard and lonely and he'd done the best with what he'd been dealt, and when it came to his son he struggled to connect. A CorSec officer like his father before him, Jacen was gone most of Cal's childhood. He worked long hours and when he came home he slept until he had to wake and do it all over again. This cycle continued until one night when he came home to find his son working the heavy bag with reckless fury. Cal had a busted lip and a black eye, scratch marks littered the skin visible from under his tunic and trousers. From that day forward, Jacen trained Cal, and eventually Darren, how to fight.

Aside from his parents, Cal grew up with two close friends, Darren McKoy, his cousin, and Molly Cordro. Darren was the wild streak that Cal never knew he needed, and Molly was the reality check he deserved. The two couldn't have been more different from one another, but Cal loved them both equally. He envied Darren's free spirit and endless charisma and he loved Molly for her confidence and strength. The trio was a precarious paring as Molly and Darren were at odds more often than not, but when it came to Cal they both agreed he was pretty alright. Darren taught Cal, that there was more to life than the disciplined regimen his father set, and to Jacen's dismay Callahan took to life on the wild side with ease and if it weren't for his constant on-again-off-again relationship with Molly there's no telling what shenanigans Cal and Darren would have wound up in.

At the height of their rebellious phase, Callahan and Darren found themselves in serious trouble with a local drug dealer when they lifted his speeder. During the escapade, Cal was spotted and identified. A few days after they ditched the suped-up speeder, they were cornered by a few thugs led by a Twi'lek. When pressed about the speeder, Callahan's temper fired off and he suggested the Twi'lek take his Lekku and shove them up his ass. That was the last thing he remembered. He woke up hours later in the back of a CorSec speeder. His father was driving. His head pounded he could taste blood, and his face hurt. Jacen and Callahan had a long talk. His father explained how he'd found him and told Callahan that he owed Darren his life. He'd messed up and because of his actions, he'd almost died. A rift was created between the two after that. A couple of years later Darren was gone and Cal was enrolled in the CorSec academy.

As a CorSec officer, Callahan excelled in the physical aspects of his job. Combat, physical, blaster, and flight all came easy to him. The romantic idea of making a difference in the neighborhood he'd grown up in was quickly dashed when he discovered the rampant corruption throughout the force. It took three years for him to be exposed to it and another five to turn in his ID and quit. His biggest regret is not being strong enough to quit sooner. Without CorSec Cal was lost. His only goal had turned out to be nothing like he'd hoped and he found himself drifting.

Eventually, Cal landed a job as a bouncer at a bar in downtown Coronet City, while working there he was reunited with Molly. They hit it off as if time had only strengthened the feelings they were too afraid to admit as kids. Molly gave him purpose again. She'd found him in the worst place in his life and accepted him for who he was. She'd loved him regardless of position or stature and when Darren's holo had come through, she'd known what he was going to do before he did.

Callahan's hands deftly maneuvered across, The Fortunate Son's console. The tunneling mottled blue hues of hyperspace faded stretching into starlines that collapsed into millions of stars. The Smuggler's Moon hung directly in front of him. Callahan set his jaw and furrowed his brow. Somewhere in the chaos that was Nar Shadda his friend was in trouble. The Corellian chewed at the inside of his lip as the holo replayed in his mind. Darren hadn't reached out in years, and now he was cashing in. Callahan just hoped he wasn't showing up to collect a corpse.

A P P E A R A N C E & P S Y C H O L O G Y

First impressions are finicky, at a glance, Callahan is handsome, stoic, and surly; however, if you can get past his gruff exterior you'll find a much different being. McKoy is a man of conviction believing that a person is only as good as their word, that along with his predisposition to the famous Corellian hard headedness equals a man not willing to back down once he's set his mind to a task. If Callahan says he's going to do something then by god it'll get done or he'll die trying.

For a human, Cal is considered quite attractive. He’s built like a prized Corellian boxer with wide shoulders that taper to a thin waist. His musculature is pragmatic opposed to ascetic so he isn’t the most ripped Corellian to grace the galaxy but he’s strong enough to take care of himself without much issue from others of his species. He has a pair of grey-green eyes that resemble the ocean just before a storm and his lips find rest in a pensive scowl.

Callahan is a man of few words but a thousand faces. The former CorSec officer values meticulous thought to firing from the hip. On the flip side of that, he wears his emotions on his sleeve and while he won’t voice his concern or anger the emotions are all to present in his expression. He does his best to reject impulsivity but isn’t scared to act if he has too. In line with his former occupation, he keeps his appearance relatively clean cut. His hair is closely shaved on the sides and longer on top. His facial hair

cycles between clean-shaven and scruffy. He tends to wear monochromatic clothing in hues of black or grey under the duster he’s had since he turned eighteen.

Callahan McKoy is a Corellian through and through. He’s headstrong, rebellious and set in his ways, but when someone is in trouble he’s the first to try and help. All bravado aside, he’s a gruff stoic that can’t help he has the heart of a reluctant hero.

B E L O N G I N G S

TRANSPORTATION​

--YT-1930 Light Freighter, 'The Fortunate Son'

DROID(S)​

--TBD, 'TBD'

WEAPONS​

--DE-10 Blaster Pistol
----- ⇁ Two Power Packs
--RSKF-44 Heavy Blaster Pistol
----- ⇁ Two Power Packs
--Shock Boxing Gloves

ARMOR​

--Enforcement Armor

MISC​

--Datapad
--Personav
--StarX Emergency Repair Kit

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[Zay]

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