NAME: Vernulos Rink
FACTION: N/A
RANK: Smuggler / Odd-Job
SPECIES: Devaronian
AGE: 27
HEIGHT: 5'11
EYES: Brown
SKIN: Pink
CREDITS: 1,000 Credits
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Horns
DOMINATE HAND: Right
FORCE SENSITIVE: No force status
STRENGTH: 6/10, Average. Strong enough to do physical labor, yet not able punch out anyone with ease.
DEXTERITY: 7/10 Slightly above average. Quick, able to maintain a steady pace, great hand-eye coordination.
CONSTITUTION: 4/10 Slight below average. A practicer of many hobbies that don't benefit his health.
INTELLIGENCE: 5/10 Average. Basic knowledge of most concepts.
WISDOM: 3/10 Below Average. Not much faith or deep thoughts.
CHARISMA: 3/10 Below Average. Comes off as a dick to most people.
SKILLS:
Piloting, from an early age Vern knew how to fly a starship.
Mechanics, Working as a junior mechanic for most his adolescent years Vern picked up quite a knowledge of everything involving starships.
Firearms, self-taught as a teen with later experience as a security officer on Nar Shadda. Vern knows his way around a blaster and is able to fire one quickly and accurately.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Strengths: Vern is able to get out of heated situations with relative ease. He has an uncanny knack to sense when bad situations are about to escalate. Piloting and navigation also a positive feature of Vern's.
Weaknesses: Melee combat, their is little Vern can do in close combat fights, mainly only fist fighting. Use of hacking or other electronics, despite explosives, are a weakness. He can be easily tricked. Also Vern can get himself into bad situations, making his strength very useful.
GEAR:
-Heavy Blaster Pistol
-Flight suit
-Basic "blaster-proof" armor
SHIP:
Circa Anytime
A light freighter capable taking small loads of cargo. The ship has a function hyperdrive, shielding, and is armed up to the teeth. The ship can move quickly, yet at expense to power to the shielding.
PERSONALITY:
Vern is different from most of his species. At his worst he is a stubborn, aggressive, ignorant jerk. While at his best he can be much more helpful, witty, and even a gentlemen to certain females. The one main defining thing in Vern's personality, is his will. He will do what ever it take to accomplish his mission.
He sat at the bar; hard liquor twirling in his hand. The Devaronian's small beady eyes looked at the other thugs with a menacing presence hidden beneath them. He took a rather large swig of the alcohol, slamming it down on the durasteel counter.
"You think drinking this crap is a struggle! None of you women know a struggle."
The thugs all laughed at the puny insult as the Devaronian ordered a another. One sitting closest to the smuggler laughed the hardest as he spoke.
"Why don't you enlighten us. Buddy."
The Devaronian chugged down the last as he put up his fingers up for a double. He smiled showing off his sharp pointy teeth. He was close to these Nancy's record, a few away.
"Alright... if you really want to know.
I was just returning from the colonies with a special spice run. Delivering it to some Hutt scum on a space station. I was young, not as wise. As I landed in the private hanger I found it rather odd that the crew was already unloading my containers before I even stepped out, but as I said I was young. I went to the hutt's private quarters to obtain my price, but before the obese slug could pa I found my self dropped into his garbage shoot, betrayed with my leg broken, full of some of the nasties creatures and items you'd ever see. I waited in that shoot for nearly a month, surviving off ways I don't even want to explain, hiding until the guards forgot about me, thought I was decomposed by now. "
The Devaronian pauses downing his double ordering one more. Only one away now. The thugs started to lean in more interested. They made a hand gesture telling him to go on.
"As I was saying, nearly after a month I found a special tunnel out of there. I crawled through it finding myself in the guards quarters. I waited till it was empty and made my move. Armed with only a spare rusty blade I found in the chute, I killed one of the guards covering the armory, taking everything I needed. I loaded the station full with enough mines to take out half of Coruscant. But I wasn't done there, far from it. Using the guards blaster I raided the private quarters, taking the guards out one by one."
The Devaronian make hand gestures of shooting as he speaks.
"Boom, boom, boom, they were all taken care off... except the Hutt. The slug begged me to leave, offered me a million. But I took something... his tongue, which I cut from his dead mouth. I was able to get out the place on a stole ship before I blew it into the next nebula..."
The Devaronian smiled again as he finished. All the thugs looked at each other then bursted out laughing. The closest to the Devaronian was first to speak again.
"Bullocks!"
The Devaronian smiled again, chugging down the last drink and slamming it on the table to quiet them. Slowly from his pocket he drew an bag with a decomposing item that looked oddly like a large tongue. He got up laughing.
"Thats for you to decide, bud."
He walked away with a smirk, laughing quietly to himself as the thugs opened the bag. Once he was out hearing distance. He cackled, speaking to himself.
Suckers, no one keeps a tab when you give 'em a good story.
"You think drinking this crap is a struggle! None of you women know a struggle."
The thugs all laughed at the puny insult as the Devaronian ordered a another. One sitting closest to the smuggler laughed the hardest as he spoke.
"Why don't you enlighten us. Buddy."
The Devaronian chugged down the last as he put up his fingers up for a double. He smiled showing off his sharp pointy teeth. He was close to these Nancy's record, a few away.
"Alright... if you really want to know.
I was just returning from the colonies with a special spice run. Delivering it to some Hutt scum on a space station. I was young, not as wise. As I landed in the private hanger I found it rather odd that the crew was already unloading my containers before I even stepped out, but as I said I was young. I went to the hutt's private quarters to obtain my price, but before the obese slug could pa I found my self dropped into his garbage shoot, betrayed with my leg broken, full of some of the nasties creatures and items you'd ever see. I waited in that shoot for nearly a month, surviving off ways I don't even want to explain, hiding until the guards forgot about me, thought I was decomposed by now. "
The Devaronian pauses downing his double ordering one more. Only one away now. The thugs started to lean in more interested. They made a hand gesture telling him to go on.
"As I was saying, nearly after a month I found a special tunnel out of there. I crawled through it finding myself in the guards quarters. I waited till it was empty and made my move. Armed with only a spare rusty blade I found in the chute, I killed one of the guards covering the armory, taking everything I needed. I loaded the station full with enough mines to take out half of Coruscant. But I wasn't done there, far from it. Using the guards blaster I raided the private quarters, taking the guards out one by one."
The Devaronian make hand gestures of shooting as he speaks.
"Boom, boom, boom, they were all taken care off... except the Hutt. The slug begged me to leave, offered me a million. But I took something... his tongue, which I cut from his dead mouth. I was able to get out the place on a stole ship before I blew it into the next nebula..."
The Devaronian smiled again as he finished. All the thugs looked at each other then bursted out laughing. The closest to the Devaronian was first to speak again.
"Bullocks!"
The Devaronian smiled again, chugging down the last drink and slamming it on the table to quiet them. Slowly from his pocket he drew an bag with a decomposing item that looked oddly like a large tongue. He got up laughing.
"Thats for you to decide, bud."
He walked away with a smirk, laughing quietly to himself as the thugs opened the bag. Once he was out hearing distance. He cackled, speaking to himself.
Suckers, no one keeps a tab when you give 'em a good story.
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