(NPC) Sav Ires

[Ferre]

UPDATE: Apparently NPCs do not require profiles. Welp. Long live Sav Ires until I delete this after his thread stint.



NAME: Sav Ires
FACTION: N/A
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: Dashade
AGE: Around 35
GENDER: Male
FORCE SENSITIVE: No

APPEARANCE:

ATTRIBUTES:
Never having an actual education, Sav is 100% illiterate. His contracts are mainly vocal, and if broken, he uses his fists as diplomacy. Furthermore, his desire for knowledge is empty, understanding the universe will not put food on the table. If someone could argue the latter efficiently, then he might crack open a book.

What he does have in abundance is brute strength and an uncanny desire for survival at all costs. Knock him down and Sav will get back up again. To him life as a whole is a constant struggle and facing death is just a normal morning activity.

PERSONALITY:
Sav knows he isn't a cuddly teddy bear and would never pretend to be. What you see is what you get and the entire Dashade species seemed made for nightmares on the surface alone. Sav is a honest guy and his mood changes as rapidly as his morality. For example, on a whole he likes the idea of kids and might even protect one. But if a brat is in the way between him and money, Sav will choose the money without losing a second of sleep that night.

Sav sees no use for being friendly and polite as a mercenary, however he sees no use in antagonizing the hand that feeds you so he remains quiet until provoked. However, like most his species, Sav has a quick temper that is only escalated by his drinking.

BIOGRAPHY:

Not many become a mercenary because it was their childhood dream since a primary school career fair. Like most in his dangerous but lucrative career, Sav had the correct formula of a bad childhood paired with opportunity. His mother was sloppy prostitute who disgraced Sav more than instilled any sense of love in the boy. His father was a no-show unless you count the greasy bartender that tossed him scraps of food in exchange for errand runs from sun up to sun down.

Sav wasn't bitter as a teenager when he beat the man propositioning his mother to death, but he was now a fugitive. Luckily for him, being a fugitive was a business that suited his species well and he was smuggled out by a band of local mercenaries who took interest in the boy who lacked polish but had some potential.

Life from there went rather easy, he forgot about his mother entirely, not that he had any fond memories to enjoy. And what you can't forget? That's what drinking is for. Now in his thirties, at least as far as his estimate of his own age is, Sav is a well oiled fighter. Mercenary for hire who may or may not beat the money out of an employer if he falls short on payment.

SKILLS:
As a mercenary, Sav has been trained in multiple skills of combat. Immediately, he learned that his species was especially valuable to hunt Jedi, a trait that became his specialty. Disarming a padawan with a lightsaber was as easy for him as beating the dead horse is for a Senator. Jedi Knights were a bit harder, and he only had to fight one during a particularly risky crystal protection stint. It wasn't worth it.

His medical knowledge is particularly lack luster, but any place in underground can become a clinic if you're willing to pay for it. He couldn't work a HoloNet or fly a ship to save his life. The employers are responsible for transport and payment, he is responsible for the rest.

GEAR:
Sav prefers to use brute strength but doesn't go anywhere without a pair of blasters, a small blade, and extra ammunition.

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