Independent Tacovean Delminar

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Tacovean Delminar

AGE
► 21
SPECIES
► Twi'lek
HEIGHT
► 5'9
WEIGHT
► 150 lbs
EYE COLOR
► Green
SKIN COLOR
► Orange
HOMEWORLD
► Coruscant
GENDER
► Male
FACTION
► Jedi
RANK
► Padawan
FORCE SENSITIVITY
► Yes
STATUS
► Deceased

B I O G R A P H Y

Hey, I'm Taco! Well to be technical my name is "Tacovean" but I don't even know if that's Twi'lek or not so screw it. My friends just call me Taco. Mind you, most of my friends aren't Twi'lek and some of those peeps who call me "Taco" tend to throw tacos at my face but hey. So, after one terrible name from my parents later and one thrown taco later and Bob's your uncle.

My uncle, to be precise. While Dad and Mom were off attending a convention of spigots (they're mechanics, hey), Uncle Bob was there for me when Timmy died. Here's Timmy:

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Timmy was my best friend. Unfortunately he fell off a wall and landed into traffic and well Coruscant traffic is more like a droid factory or something with all these moving parts and stuff and WHAM! good bye Timmy you had a good life... Okay so I cried for two days and nights, Mom said it was more like two weeks but hey.

Here I am, Taco, having come to terms with my dead dog and my girlfriend who dumped me. She was a Togruta and was pretty hot but told me that I had less of a future than moldy bread and then she dunked a cup of milk over my head.

I prolly deserved it since I may have made a passing comment that her breath smells like fish but, hey, in my defense we had eaten calamari in this one Mon Calamari's restaurant and hey that's kinda weird all on its own, right, but hey!

So there it is, ladies and gents. I'm just a sixteen-year-old dude trying to make ends meet on Coruscant. I love my parents and they love me too but they're always so busy! While they're away I just like to chill, you know? Sure, I do my homework...most of the time.

Sometimes I just like to sit on the wall while Coruscant traffic zooms on by behind me... And I wish I had a speeder of my own, a ship of my own, so I could escape to the stars and leave a life of throwing tacos at passers-by behind me...but every now and then I feel like I can feel those drivers and pilots as though I were in their seat and they were in mine so...hey.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Taco is a pretty laidback individual at heart. He just wants what any teenager wants: friends, fun, rest, relaxation, and a bit of harmless pranking in between. He's the type of douche who will put a banana peel down to see who slips on it even if someone else is throwing a taco in his face on account of his nickname. Suffice to say he's on the giving and receiving end of wild antics but has a few unique tricks up his sleeve.

The last time Taco entered his father's workshop he turned every object upside down, from office chair to coffee cup. The former was easy enough with two hands; the latter he achieved with something that weaved between his hands through thin air and he just made it happen. He's not sure how he does this but wants to learn more, hey.

E Q U I P M E N T

-> Slingshot
-> Lightsaber [Orange blade]
-> Coconut 12S comlink
-> Comb (it's sentimental)
-> Baton (a Sector Ranger "forgot it")

T H R E A D S

1. Breaking News: Sith Loses Sullust [COMPLETE]
2. Chicken? [COMPLETE]
3. Big Guns and Dead Bodies [ABANDONED]
4. Hutt Ball Observation Thread [ABANDONED]
5. I'll Take a Taco [ABANDONED]
6. Games of Chance [ABANDONED]
7. Klepting the UnKleptible [ABANDONED]
8. Getting Bullied By Gangbangers In An Alley [COMPLETED]
9. In Search of a Taco [COMPLETED]
10. Can't Stop Addicted To The Shindig [COMPLETED]