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A gambling man who is contempt with his life, earning his living by the cards and offering advice when asked. A father to a daughter, and soon to be a grandfather. Personality ESTJ- ESTJs are representatives of tradition and order, utilizing their understanding of what is right, wrong and socially acceptable to bring families and communities together. Embracing the values of honesty, dedication and dignity, people with the ESTJ personality type are valued for their clear advice and guidance, and they happily lead the way on difficult paths. Taking pride in bringing people together, ESTJs often take on roles as community organizers, working hard to bring everyone together in celebration of cherished local events, or in defense of the traditional values that hold families and communities together. True Neutral- A neutral character does what seems to be a good idea. He doesn't feel strongly one way or the other when it comes to good vs. evil or law vs. chaos. Most neutral characters exhibit a lack of conviction or bias rather than a commitment to neutrality. Such a character thinks of good as better than evil-after all, he would rather have good neighbors and rulers than evil ones. Still, he's not personally committed to upholding good in any abstract or universal way. Sanguine- Sanguines find social interactions with faces both familiar and unfamiliar invigorating. This is how they recharge, and time alone - while sometimes desirable - can bore them quickly. They are talkative, and speak in a friendly, energetic, playful kind of way; they're often charismatic, and when interacting with them, you can feel like you've known them all your life. In our distant past, the sanguine members of the pack might have played a supportive, encouraging, social role. They would have been the glue that kept the group together. Relationships Biography So you want to know my story? Well I'm sorry to tell you that there isn't much to tell. Here on Naboo is where I was born and raised along with two brothers and sisters. We grew up on a nerf farm north of Theed. My father and mother both came from long generations of farmers. They expected the same out of me and my siblings. We worked the land, attended public school, and delivered fresh nerf milk every week to the neighbors. Everyone around town knew us and were always happy to see us. My mother and father still live on the farm, haven't spoken to them a lot since I left, nor do I know what my siblings are doing. When I was nineteen I moved to Theed and attended a small college, I was hoping for a degree in business. But I never got a degree, the classes bored me and soon I had dropped out. That's when I got a job with the local authorities, I was an officer of the law. I had the blaster, the badge, and the uniform. For eight years I was on the force, catching criminals and throwing them in jail, but then I grew bored with that too. So I had to find something new, that's where I took to gambling. My first few years I lost a lot of credits, I barely made enough to to pay for my apartment and put food on my table. Then one night at the bar, this older gentleman walks up and sits down at the stool next to me. I'd never seen him before and didn't pay him any attention, but then he starts speaking. He tells me, "Son, I've made a life out of readin' people's faces, knowin' what the cards were by the way they held their eyes. So if you don't mind me sayin', I can see you're out of aces, and for a taste of some whiskey, I give you some advice." So I bought him a bottle, and he drank til the last swallow. Then he drew a cigarette and asked me for a light. The night got deathly quiet and his faced lost all expression, he said, "If you're gonna play the game, boy, you gotta learn to play it right. You've got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em, know when to walk away, know when to run. You never count your money when you're sittin' at the table, there'll be time enough for countin' when the dealin's done. Every gambler knows that the secret to survivin', is knowin' what to throw away and knowin' what to keep. 'Cause every hand's a winner, and every hand's a loser. And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep." He crushed out his cigarette and walked out of the bar. And somewhere in the darkness, the gambler he broke even, and in his final words I found an ace that I could keep. I saw his face in the obituaries a few days later, and I kept what he said to heart. Now I'm one of the best gamblers here on Naboo. That's my story, now what's yours? Roleplay Development
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| __Similar to the blaster that Han Solo once owned, this DL-44 Blaster Pistol has had the barrel scope removed in order to facilitate Kenny's quick draw. He also found the scope useless due to rarely having to use the pistol, and when used, it was in close range. |
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| Name: | Kenny Lucille |
| Species: | Human |
| Age: | 53 |
| Gender: | Male |
| Height: | 6'1" |
| Weight: | 198 lbs. |
| Eyes: | Blue |
| Hair: | Gray |
| Skin: | Tan |
| Force Sensitive: | No |
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