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NAME: Tutani
ALIAS: Freebeer
FACTION: Five Syndicates
RANK: Scoundrel
SPECIES: Arkanian
AGE: 24
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 6’2”
WEIGHT: 215
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
APPEARANCE:
ATTRIBUTES:
Freebeer is a decent fighter, though matched up against someone with formal training he will almost certainly be thwarted swiftly. He has a high pain tolerance and knows how to deal with broken bones to an extent. Though he owns a blaster pistol he has never been taught how to properly handle one and prefers leading with his fists, leaving him a terrible shot. He also has a decent palette when it comes to booze, though he’s hardly a professional mixologist. He is very poorly educated, speaking huttese and basic but unable to read or write in either language. He has a knack for showmanship and playing it up for a crowd, but his inflated self image and inability to “turn it off” so to speak can lead to undue hostilities.
PERSONALITY:
Relatively easy going and easy to please, he has an even temper despite being known for fighting constantly. Up for a fight or adventure at any time, he’d be likely to drop everything and cross the entire galaxy if he was dared to. Not always the center of attention but always makes his presence known. Shies away from anything concerning numbers or spelling, insecure about his lack of understanding. Not necessarily stingy, but perhaps subconsciously selfish having had few possessions as a slave. Having been ordered around most his life, he’s oddly enough a good listener.
BIOGRAPHY:
Born to two free spirited mercenaries who couldn’t bother to be tied down by the expenses and responsibilities of raising a child, they agreed to sell the child off during a stop at Kessel, split the payout and part ways. This began the formative years of Tutani. Knowing only sparing huttese and no proper education there was little young Tutani could offer his masters besides his youthful energy and naivety. As such he lived many years as an overworked errand boy, and when he started to grow into an able bodied young man he was sent to work in the mines full time.
Though difficult, his time in the mines gave him strength and resolve. And given the poor working conditions he also suffered many injuries, some of which he managed to treat himself such as broken bones and burns. It was during this time that he began to realize that his masters found him amusing when in pain. So, instead of waiting for them to punish him, he would put himself in harm’s way, in a way dictating at least when he would be punished. This little habit got the attention of a Wookiee slave named Jyrryl, who would introduce him to a small fight club within the mines.
During his mid to late teens it became his routine to work ceaselessly during the day, then manage to drag himself to a fight, and if he won spend the night celebrating. Every day until his body would give out. Given years of brawling and his competition consisting mostly of other more world weary slaves, he soon became the best the area had to offer. That was enough for a paid worker to offer him rides to the surface to fight in a more diverse fighting ring. It was here that his knack for showmanship flourished, with a healthy and responsive crowd he could really ham it up.
Entering his twenties, his life began turning around. He now had an “agent”, a member of the Pykes who had recognized his talents. Jyrryl became his wingman and advisor. His willingness to knock anyone out or take the fall if asked made him a local favorite. On the surface, he began getting recognized for his exploits and started learning some Basic in the process. The first two words he ever learned being “Free Beer” from the first barkeep he met that happened to be a fan. Even though the miscommunication was clarified later, he decided to keep it as his new name, discarding Tutani.
Eventually, even such an incredibly small degree of fame went to his head. As soon as he was able, he bought his freedom, ditched his “agent” and left Kessel for bigger and better things, fancying himself a star. He tearfully bid adieu to his friend Jyrryl, who tried to encourage him, saying if there were more like him he’d be unstoppable. Something may have been lost in translation, but it gave Freebeer the idea of siring his own personal army. Now he fights wherever there are credits to be made and inexplicably fails to find a likeminded female for his master plan.
SKILLS:
-Punching with Left Hand
-Punching with Right Hand
-Drinking with Left Hand
-Drinking with Right Hand
-Getting Hit Repeatedly
-Novice Bartending
-Scripted Fighting
GEAR:
Hairbrush, Black Face Paint, simple clothing offering no protection, gauntlets to avoid fighting with bare fists, blaster pistol for self defense, body oil if the fight calls for it, a bag of garnishes
ROLE-PLAYS:
(TBA)
ALIAS: Freebeer
FACTION: Five Syndicates
RANK: Scoundrel
SPECIES: Arkanian
AGE: 24
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 6’2”
WEIGHT: 215
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
APPEARANCE:
ATTRIBUTES:
Freebeer is a decent fighter, though matched up against someone with formal training he will almost certainly be thwarted swiftly. He has a high pain tolerance and knows how to deal with broken bones to an extent. Though he owns a blaster pistol he has never been taught how to properly handle one and prefers leading with his fists, leaving him a terrible shot. He also has a decent palette when it comes to booze, though he’s hardly a professional mixologist. He is very poorly educated, speaking huttese and basic but unable to read or write in either language. He has a knack for showmanship and playing it up for a crowd, but his inflated self image and inability to “turn it off” so to speak can lead to undue hostilities.
PERSONALITY:
Relatively easy going and easy to please, he has an even temper despite being known for fighting constantly. Up for a fight or adventure at any time, he’d be likely to drop everything and cross the entire galaxy if he was dared to. Not always the center of attention but always makes his presence known. Shies away from anything concerning numbers or spelling, insecure about his lack of understanding. Not necessarily stingy, but perhaps subconsciously selfish having had few possessions as a slave. Having been ordered around most his life, he’s oddly enough a good listener.
BIOGRAPHY:
Born to two free spirited mercenaries who couldn’t bother to be tied down by the expenses and responsibilities of raising a child, they agreed to sell the child off during a stop at Kessel, split the payout and part ways. This began the formative years of Tutani. Knowing only sparing huttese and no proper education there was little young Tutani could offer his masters besides his youthful energy and naivety. As such he lived many years as an overworked errand boy, and when he started to grow into an able bodied young man he was sent to work in the mines full time.
Though difficult, his time in the mines gave him strength and resolve. And given the poor working conditions he also suffered many injuries, some of which he managed to treat himself such as broken bones and burns. It was during this time that he began to realize that his masters found him amusing when in pain. So, instead of waiting for them to punish him, he would put himself in harm’s way, in a way dictating at least when he would be punished. This little habit got the attention of a Wookiee slave named Jyrryl, who would introduce him to a small fight club within the mines.
During his mid to late teens it became his routine to work ceaselessly during the day, then manage to drag himself to a fight, and if he won spend the night celebrating. Every day until his body would give out. Given years of brawling and his competition consisting mostly of other more world weary slaves, he soon became the best the area had to offer. That was enough for a paid worker to offer him rides to the surface to fight in a more diverse fighting ring. It was here that his knack for showmanship flourished, with a healthy and responsive crowd he could really ham it up.
Entering his twenties, his life began turning around. He now had an “agent”, a member of the Pykes who had recognized his talents. Jyrryl became his wingman and advisor. His willingness to knock anyone out or take the fall if asked made him a local favorite. On the surface, he began getting recognized for his exploits and started learning some Basic in the process. The first two words he ever learned being “Free Beer” from the first barkeep he met that happened to be a fan. Even though the miscommunication was clarified later, he decided to keep it as his new name, discarding Tutani.
Eventually, even such an incredibly small degree of fame went to his head. As soon as he was able, he bought his freedom, ditched his “agent” and left Kessel for bigger and better things, fancying himself a star. He tearfully bid adieu to his friend Jyrryl, who tried to encourage him, saying if there were more like him he’d be unstoppable. Something may have been lost in translation, but it gave Freebeer the idea of siring his own personal army. Now he fights wherever there are credits to be made and inexplicably fails to find a likeminded female for his master plan.
SKILLS:
-Punching with Left Hand
-Punching with Right Hand
-Drinking with Left Hand
-Drinking with Right Hand
-Getting Hit Repeatedly
-Novice Bartending
-Scripted Fighting
GEAR:
Hairbrush, Black Face Paint, simple clothing offering no protection, gauntlets to avoid fighting with bare fists, blaster pistol for self defense, body oil if the fight calls for it, a bag of garnishes
ROLE-PLAYS:
(TBA)
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