- Joined
- Jul 14, 2015
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AGE: 24
SPECIES: Human
FACTION: Hutt Cartel
RANK: Besadi Level 1
HEIGHT: 176cm
BUILD: Lean
HAIR COLOR: Brown
EYE COLOR: Green
FORCE: No
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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.
As soon as he could Victor took work from a crew running out of Nar Shaddaa for a local import export specialist. Picking up tricks of the trade at a swift rate, he quickly proved his worth at pulling his weight. A fast talker and a creative mind allowed he and the crew he worked with to get out of a few sticky situations, earning himself a little recognition among the close-knit network. Thinking that he was a rising star, a prodigy to the game of smuggling, Victor swiftly took the opportunity to secure himself a ship to work independently.
Faced with the wide galaxy, his blaster and his clunky ship, Victor set to work shifting small time contraband in the Outer Rims. As any who do such work come to realise, the Hutt Cartel was truly the boss of the market. While on a Spice run from the Core, he overheard talk of a sizeable amount of credits being plied towards quite, reliable and loyal people who knew how to not ask questions. Picking up a shipment of Spice to make the long ride worth while, he made his way to Hutt space. - 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.
- 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.
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Lucky Jacket
K-6 Light Armour - Orange and Black (Will specify in thread when worn.)
PDS-R1 Blaster Rifle - Two additional Powerpacks. (Will specify in thread when carried.)
CZBP-9 Blaster Pistol - Four additional Powerpacks.
Model 1-48 Stun Baton
The Hog
Whistles - MR Series Astromech (Co-Pilot)
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