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NAME: Val Chro
FACTION: Independent
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 25
GENDER: Female
HEIGHT: 5'8
WEIGHT: 150
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Black
SKIN: White
CREDITS: 1,000
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: None.
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
STRENGTH: 6/10. Not terribly strong.
DEXTERITY: 8/10. She is quite agile.
CONSTITUTION: 7/10. Healthy
INTELLIGENCE: 8/10. Quite smart, able to think well on her feet.
WISDOM: 7/10 Knows a lot about the galaxy.
CHARISMA: 5/10. Is quite rude most of the time.
FORCE POWERS: None
SKILLS:
Stealth: Proficient
Urban Survival: Proficient
Investigation: Above Average
Hand-to-Hand Combat: Above Average
Handgun Marksmanship: Average
Melee Weapon Combat: Average
Athletics: Average
Ship Piloting: Average
Speeder Piloting: Below Average
Computer Skills: Below Average
Wilderness Survival: Below Average
Negotiation:Below Average
Rifle Marksmanship: Below Average
LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS: Basic sword combat
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
+Sense of humor
-Often doesn't take things seriously enough
+Confident
-Cocky and arrogant at times
GEAR:
Merr-Sonn J137 "Juliet"
Cortosis dagger
Light durasteel chestplate
Kar'aden "StarFury"-class Freighter
DROIDS:
None
PETS:
None
PERSONALITY:
Val is often quite sarcastic and lighthearted, which may seem strange considering her profession. She nearly always has a joke or quip. However, when necessary, in dire situations, she can be serious, but usually doesn't bother, because where's the fun in that?
BIOGRAPHY:
Val lived in a city on Tatooine for most of her childhood life, as a street urchin, stealing and pickpocketing to get by. She was quite the skilled thief, often taking very rare and valuable things. Once, she saw a man walking through the town, wearing very expensive looking clothing. She assumed he was a rich man. She noticed he was wearing a very fancy looking bracelet, with a crystal that looked quite valuable on it. She then devised a plan to steal it from the man. She bumped into him intentionally, making it seem like a casual mistake. Then, as she helped him up, she managed to sneak the bracelet right off his wrist. The man didn't even notice that it was gone. She sold it the next day for a large sum of money.
She was walking through the marketplace, when she saw an aging man, who appeared to be in about his 50s, in rough, beaten up looking armor talking to one of the vendors. She noticed he was carrying a very wide variety of weapons, such as flamethrowers, blaster pistols, and the like. Very deadly weapons. But she wasn't interested in any of those. What she was interested in, was the lightsaber. She sneaked up behind him, and attempted to grab it off of his belt. The man, who had seemed to be quite concentrated on his conversation with the vendor, immediately turned around and punched her in the nose. Val fell back, her nose bleeding, and threw a punch at the man's face. The man caught her swipe easily, and twisted her wrist. She used her other hand to attempt to grab at his throat, but he pushed her off of him. The vendor remained in stunned silence as the fight went on. Eventually, she tried to run away, but the man caught her by the wrist. "You got guts, kid... And you're not too bad in a fight, either. What about I make you a deal, huh? One that could get you a profession beyond picking pockets." She attempted to turn away, but the man tugged on her wrist again. "Or I could slit your throat right here, and no one would bat an eyelash." Her eyes widened, and she realized this man might be her only hope for ever getting off of Tatooine. She slowly nodded, and the man smiled. "I can see us being good partners in the future. The name's Rand. Rand Varless."
10 years later
"Be careful down there, gramps," Val said as Rand slowly descended the ramp from the ship onto the target's roof. "Or at least stay in enough pieces for me to grab your stuff," Although she said it as a joke, the odds of Rand coming back from this one seemed slim. They both knew that. He was getting old, and this target was very dangerous. He was from some noble family, heir to a fortune, all that jazz. And she was scared for him, not that she'd admit it. Rand was the only father figure she'd ever had, despite of his threat to kill her when they first met. Rand activated his saber with a soft sshh sound, and he began cutting into the roof of the building. He jumped down, and looked around. He carefully, slowly walked down the hall. It seemed that the blueprints were right, and there was no security on this level. Val watched in horror from the vidcam on his helmet as he was suddenly cut down by blaster fire, seemingly from no where. With horror, she realized that his helmet flew off of his body, and she could see his body lying on the ground, charred. "Rand!" She yelled. There wasn't supposed to be any security on this level! Damn the slimy scumbag they got the blueprints from. She was going to find him. But for now, she had to get away from here. The alarms had already been set off, and she needed to get the hell out.
1 week later:
Val downed another ale, sitting at a bar on Nar Shaadaa. She hadn't had many jobs since Rand's death. He was usually the one who found the jobs for them. Damn, she still missed the old man. 10 years of working together, and all of a sudden, bam, he's gone. She got up and left the bar, making her way to her ship. She needed another bounty to go on, something to get her mind off of it besides drinking.
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
None
DUELING RING MATCHES:
None
GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES:
None
ROLE-PLAYS:
http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/showthread.php?63506-Gathering-Allies-and-Information
This is my first time making a character on this site, so any and all criticisms are very welcome!
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