The Bat Cave

[TheWonderousBat]

The Bat Cave

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[TheWonderousBat]

Victor Tanner​

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NAME: Victor Tanner
AGE: 24
SPECIES: Human

FACTION: Hutt Cartel

HEIGHT: 5"9 (175cm)
BUILD: Lean
HAIR COLOR: Brown
EYE COLOR: Green

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Victor was a fairly average for a human in the Outer Rim territories, though carried himself with a cocksure swagger to put most to shame. His skin was pale and drawn, hanging from his sinewy muscles like snow. He had spent too long on the streets and in the spaceports of various planets to grow fat and lazy as some of the more affluent of the galaxy, his life spent on the move from job to job. His close cropped dark hair was kept relatively short on the sides, the top slicked back. His scraggly beard was trimmed neatly, a large scar down his right cheek parting the hair. Usually clad in a simple black vest over the top of his shirt, he clattered around in hefty boots fitting of a dock-worker. At his side rested a blaster in it's holster, a black leather strapping tucked under his arm to keep it securely in place. He rarely carried little more, leaving the rest of his belongings secure on his ship. He often wore a large bantha-hide bomber jacket, bulking him out much more than he actually was.

Born and raised in the seedier parts of the galaxy, Victor has always had to rely on his wits to scrape a living. Sarcasm is his main source of enjoyment, though he has been known to push it too far at points, earning him his fair share of canteen bust-ups and back alley brawls. Stubborn as they come, he will rarely give up once he sets his mind to a task. The hard part is however setting his mind to said task, having seen enough of the galaxy to want for neither fame nor honour, and prefers to be paid in cold hard creds, or something that will put him ahead of others of his kinds.
With a general up-beat outlook, nothing is too overwhelming to break his spirit, least not that he has encountered so far. While preferring his own company most of the time, he will always look for a friend if the job proves too much, at the right price of course. While not overly selfish, he will always look out for himself first, however he is a great believer in everyone getting their fair share if they pull their weight.

Notable gear include his Blaster pistol, a spare set of four power-packs strapped to his leg and a reinforced right glove.