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"Kistal The Pistol"
“I have been given a life that should not have began and so I shall do with it what I can to make it matter. I will redeem my own existence.”
NAME: Aubri Kistal.
FACTION: Sector 13
RANK:Agent
SPECIES: Kiffar
AGE: 28
GENDER: Female
HEIGHT: 5’9’’
WEIGHT: 118
EYES: coffee
HAIR: Brunette
SKIN: Tan
CREDITS: 1,000
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Port whine stain, running from her mouth, down her neck like spattered blood. Thick make-up can be applied to hide the rich birthmark but she often doesn’t attempt unless on a mission where her identity must be hidden.
DOMINATE HAND: Right.
FORCE SENSITIVE: No.
STRENGTH: Average
DEXTERITY: often utilizing dual (silenced) slug pistols, Kistal prefers speed to power and characteristically claiming to “never miss” she can hit running targets. If not with her blaster then with the blunt weapons her surroundings have to offer.
CONSTITUTION: her immunity to germs is strong but her palette is sensitive and she is subject to a finicky stomach.
INTELLIGENCE: Excels in social etiquette and combat knowledge…books not so much.
WISDOM: The kiffar sees things as they are: blurry and uncertain, never questioning deeper meaning and living in the moment.
CHARISMA: Some see her as entertaining while others question her tales of valor, there might be a few screws loose beneath her politely smirking visage.
FORCE POWERS:
N/A
SKILLS: Bartering, debate, interrogation and armed combat.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Patient and unyielding but fails to notice her nonchalant cruelty falls flat of others sense of humor, save for her own. She grows attached to skilled combatants and favors them indirectly. Physically unremarkable (she lacks skills in hand to hand) but adroit with ranged weapons. Truly only half Kiffar she Lacks the ability of Psychometry, her reflexes however are greater then that of a human.
GEAR:
-Pistols equipped with silencers
-round sunglasses with red lenses and a fine black suite.
-an air tight combat suit on rare occasions when "being sucked out into space is a possibility"...
-"soft armor" of ranchor hide
- a compact combat rifle
- gauntlets with concealed rip cords
-Billy stick
-combat knife
- Jet black Helmet with "fit" features to prevent being wrenched off in a nonconsensual manner (I.E. combat/ Interrogation)
SHIP:
“ˈboʊrɨɡɑrd” A personal fighter complete with warp drive she acquired and made alterations to during her military service.
PETS:
N/A
PERSONALITY:
Raw, bawdy, eccentric and elegant all at the same time, Aubri makes her way to any scene with class. She conveys herself humbly and has a hospitable charm. When it comes to leadership she is the first to take responsibility for the actions of her underlings- holding herself in charge for their actions and how she equipped them. A Shrewd negotiator she takes things as they come to her…all they while leaned back in casual recline.
LIKES AND DISLIKES:
Likes: Cigarras, expensive alcohol and warfare.
Dislikes: Hutt empire, underestimation and bladed weapons.
HISTORY:
“When they send out the dogs, know a hell hound runs amongst them. Kistal the Pistol is back in town.”
Aubri Kistal, avid cigarra smoker, not so honorably discharged soldier and self proclaimed “Hell hound” of the republic was the product of an affair between kiffar general Malakai Kistal and a human underling. Shunned from her father’s clan and denied its mark she sought to redeem her existence (and the shame it inspired) by joining the military to defend her planet from civil disputes. Known for her prominent port whine stain, as if symbolizing her father’s scarlet letter of infidelity and her mother’s wet lock- She made a name for herself by running down and gunning down, deserters and enemies alike. Her fellow soldiers referred to her as “Kistal the Pistol.”
After a fated interrogation fiasco, the unbranded Kiffar was discharged; she was in her early twenties. After an unnamed hostage refused to give much need coordinates to her superior, he was labeled useless and sent to be put down- Kistal wouldn’t have it- insisting there was more information to be had and physically kept the suffering man alive against her orders of humane treatment.
Later making her home on Corellia, she pledged her loyalty to the galactic republic and all it stood for. Her view on the Hutt empire ranges from contempt to dread.
Sector 13 work:
KILLS:
N/A
DUELING RING MATCHES:
N/A
GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES:
N/A.
ROLE-PLAYS:
“I have been given a life that should not have began and so I shall do with it what I can to make it matter. I will redeem my own existence.”
NAME: Aubri Kistal.
FACTION: Sector 13
RANK:Agent
SPECIES: Kiffar
AGE: 28
GENDER: Female
HEIGHT: 5’9’’
WEIGHT: 118
EYES: coffee
HAIR: Brunette
SKIN: Tan
CREDITS: 1,000
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Port whine stain, running from her mouth, down her neck like spattered blood. Thick make-up can be applied to hide the rich birthmark but she often doesn’t attempt unless on a mission where her identity must be hidden.
DOMINATE HAND: Right.
FORCE SENSITIVE: No.
STRENGTH: Average
DEXTERITY: often utilizing dual (silenced) slug pistols, Kistal prefers speed to power and characteristically claiming to “never miss” she can hit running targets. If not with her blaster then with the blunt weapons her surroundings have to offer.
CONSTITUTION: her immunity to germs is strong but her palette is sensitive and she is subject to a finicky stomach.
INTELLIGENCE: Excels in social etiquette and combat knowledge…books not so much.
WISDOM: The kiffar sees things as they are: blurry and uncertain, never questioning deeper meaning and living in the moment.
CHARISMA: Some see her as entertaining while others question her tales of valor, there might be a few screws loose beneath her politely smirking visage.
FORCE POWERS:
N/A
SKILLS: Bartering, debate, interrogation and armed combat.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Patient and unyielding but fails to notice her nonchalant cruelty falls flat of others sense of humor, save for her own. She grows attached to skilled combatants and favors them indirectly. Physically unremarkable (she lacks skills in hand to hand) but adroit with ranged weapons. Truly only half Kiffar she Lacks the ability of Psychometry, her reflexes however are greater then that of a human.
GEAR:
-Pistols equipped with silencers
-round sunglasses with red lenses and a fine black suite.
-an air tight combat suit on rare occasions when "being sucked out into space is a possibility"...
-"soft armor" of ranchor hide
- a compact combat rifle
- gauntlets with concealed rip cords
-Billy stick
-combat knife
- Jet black Helmet with "fit" features to prevent being wrenched off in a nonconsensual manner (I.E. combat/ Interrogation)
SHIP:
“ˈboʊrɨɡɑrd” A personal fighter complete with warp drive she acquired and made alterations to during her military service.
PETS:
N/A
PERSONALITY:
Raw, bawdy, eccentric and elegant all at the same time, Aubri makes her way to any scene with class. She conveys herself humbly and has a hospitable charm. When it comes to leadership she is the first to take responsibility for the actions of her underlings- holding herself in charge for their actions and how she equipped them. A Shrewd negotiator she takes things as they come to her…all they while leaned back in casual recline.
LIKES AND DISLIKES:
Likes: Cigarras, expensive alcohol and warfare.
Dislikes: Hutt empire, underestimation and bladed weapons.
HISTORY:
“When they send out the dogs, know a hell hound runs amongst them. Kistal the Pistol is back in town.”
Aubri Kistal, avid cigarra smoker, not so honorably discharged soldier and self proclaimed “Hell hound” of the republic was the product of an affair between kiffar general Malakai Kistal and a human underling. Shunned from her father’s clan and denied its mark she sought to redeem her existence (and the shame it inspired) by joining the military to defend her planet from civil disputes. Known for her prominent port whine stain, as if symbolizing her father’s scarlet letter of infidelity and her mother’s wet lock- She made a name for herself by running down and gunning down, deserters and enemies alike. Her fellow soldiers referred to her as “Kistal the Pistol.”
After a fated interrogation fiasco, the unbranded Kiffar was discharged; she was in her early twenties. After an unnamed hostage refused to give much need coordinates to her superior, he was labeled useless and sent to be put down- Kistal wouldn’t have it- insisting there was more information to be had and physically kept the suffering man alive against her orders of humane treatment.
Later making her home on Corellia, she pledged her loyalty to the galactic republic and all it stood for. Her view on the Hutt empire ranges from contempt to dread.
Sector 13 work:
KILLS:
N/A
DUELING RING MATCHES:
N/A
GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES:
N/A.
ROLE-PLAYS:
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