Post by Mr. Slender on Nov 14, 2015 16:38:07 GMT -5
Name: Tol
Assumed Name: Reessl'uroon
Species: Twi'lek
Faction: Citifrontier Courier Service
Rank: Grade III Courier
Age: 23
Height: 1.72m
Weight: 72kg
Image:
Appearance:
Reess is one of the rare Lethan twi'leks, and his fiery red skin is very hard to miss in a crowd. When it comes to be a male of his species, the courier lacks many of the bumps and lumps that characterize some of the "manlier" and homelier males, but has lekku long enough to put most of them to shame. As for the rest of his head, he normally just sums it up as "boyishly handsome". Reess' chin is thin, but rounded enough at the bottom to downplay the inherent sharpness. Speaking of sharpness, the courier sports an unmarred set of fangs typical of his people, yet most of the time they're hidden behind a contemplative frown or a satisfied smirk. His nose has a long bridge and a pointed tip, the latter which is leveled perfectly horizontally, so getting a peek at his nostrils is a rarity. Further up are a pair of bright blue eyes. Sadly, the skin around them are often strained by lack of sleep, stress, the weight of the past, or all of the above.
Equally due to a childhood full of chronic malnutrition and later having machines to handle all heavy lifting, Reess is a rather wiry and thin fellow. The agility granted by his size also helps compensate in combat situations where matching strength for strength really isn't viable. His muscles lack much definition on the surface, but are able to conjure a surprising amount of strength when the occasion calls for it. The cybernetic replacement for his right arm also extremely helps with that. While a more natural looking appendage would be readily available now, the courier much prefers the brushed durasteel of his current one, he designed it after all. Besides, not having flesh over it allows easy access for some of its interesting custom features.
Currently, Reess only has eight sets of the same outfit, complete with three pairs of identical boots. He's always either actively working or on standby for clients to post opportunities, so it makes sense they'd he'd always have a Citifrontier Courier Service uniform on. The main components are dark grey fatigues, with lighter grey belts, accents, and stitching. The company's logo is is presented via patch on both shoulders of the top, but Reess has completely torn off all the right arm sleeves on his for obvious reasons. The issued boots are durasteel toed, reach up nearly to the knee, and are oddly a lace up pair. Above them are worn a pair of light grey, canvas gaiters. Besides that there is a utility belt to hold the manifest datapad and material for physical receipts if needed. The courier also spices things up slightly with some simple utility gloves and an added holster to his belt for a blaster.
When he was younger Reess was very into the body modding scene, not including his arm, but has since kinda grown out of it. It started with a stud piercing under his lip, a ring in his nostril and two in his right ear. From there he got a series of tribal stripes starting above the elbow on both arms, that converged across his shoulders and upper back. The rings around his lekku serve both as cool decoration and an optical effect to make his long appendages seem even longer at first glance. The stripes across his scalp really don't have a reason to exist, but the inked eyebrows are just for better expressions. Also, he can now raise an annoyed eyebrow at some of the idiots he runs into.
Personality:
Rees is a poor bastard just trying to find direction and a sense of satisfaction, in a very chaotic universe. He absolutely abhors the notion that he doesn't have a greater purpose and that in the end his life doesn't matter. The courier knows this to mostly to be true, but can be in denial so hard some days he can even kid himself. As you can imagine, he is very unhappy on an average daily basis. The concept of finding happiness seems almost as foreign to him as admitting his mental anguish, yet he likes to fall back on distractions to keep his mind away from philosophical concepts, and subsequently the barrel of his blaster away from his temple.
The Twi'lek is cynical to a ruthless degree. He firmly doing something just out of the good of one's heart is unrealistic, and anyone saying something different is trying to pull a fast one on you. Empathy is nothing to him except a resource to be abused, and he isn't afraid to put his life and/or interests over anyone else's problems. Thankfully the courier avoids hypocrisy by not expecting anyone to care about him in return, not that it really would be hard to avoid doing that. It's mostly during his effort to be the best courier in the galaxy that he puts aside his often petty demeanor to be a little less crotchety, as long as the customer doesn't grate on his nerves.
When given a wide berth and ample time between jobs, the courier falls back to busying himself with personal projects. Mechanical tinkering, especially droids or ships, is hands down the only thing he can truly say that he loves everything about. Reess picked up hookah smoking about the same time as he did body moding, yet the former he still thoroughly enjoys. Marcan herbs, a lot of times spiced up with more local flavors, is his go to inhalant when given a choice. He's tried stronger stuff before, but they're really not his thing. Interestingly, twi'lek doesn't like alcohol either.
Unbeknownst to the galaxy on a whole, Rees is force sensitive. He obviously has now way of finding out exactly how much, but has been using it in subtle ways since he was a child. If he had to guess, the Jedi would've found him marginal at best. Either way, his connection to a force once used by the greatest warriors in the galaxy is the courier's main claim to being destined for something greater. The effectively eradication of the Jedi has irked him to no end; since, as far as he knows, they were the only ones who'd be capable of giving him the training he requires. He's actually seen one in the flesh since the rise of The Empire, so he's confident he can track down another in his travels at some point.
In the meantime, practicing what he can do falls under personal projects, but hasn't made that much progress with what he'd like. Gut feelings and quick saves have always been a strong point, but telekinesis has been a constant source of irritation for the longest. Lightsaber practice has gone quite well since Rees was able to fabricate his, yet he wouldn't want to test his prowess against even a novice with proper trained. Batting away blaster bolts is the only thing he really feels confident he can on a regular. Reflecting them back to the target a hundred percent of the time, or even with decent reliability, is the next milestone he's working for.
History:
Miscellaneous Crap:
Items on person
Transportation
Assumed Name: Reessl'uroon
Species: Twi'lek
Faction: Citifrontier Courier Service
Rank: Grade III Courier
Age: 23
Height: 1.72m
Weight: 72kg
Image:
Appearance:
Reess is one of the rare Lethan twi'leks, and his fiery red skin is very hard to miss in a crowd. When it comes to be a male of his species, the courier lacks many of the bumps and lumps that characterize some of the "manlier" and homelier males, but has lekku long enough to put most of them to shame. As for the rest of his head, he normally just sums it up as "boyishly handsome". Reess' chin is thin, but rounded enough at the bottom to downplay the inherent sharpness. Speaking of sharpness, the courier sports an unmarred set of fangs typical of his people, yet most of the time they're hidden behind a contemplative frown or a satisfied smirk. His nose has a long bridge and a pointed tip, the latter which is leveled perfectly horizontally, so getting a peek at his nostrils is a rarity. Further up are a pair of bright blue eyes. Sadly, the skin around them are often strained by lack of sleep, stress, the weight of the past, or all of the above.
Equally due to a childhood full of chronic malnutrition and later having machines to handle all heavy lifting, Reess is a rather wiry and thin fellow. The agility granted by his size also helps compensate in combat situations where matching strength for strength really isn't viable. His muscles lack much definition on the surface, but are able to conjure a surprising amount of strength when the occasion calls for it. The cybernetic replacement for his right arm also extremely helps with that. While a more natural looking appendage would be readily available now, the courier much prefers the brushed durasteel of his current one, he designed it after all. Besides, not having flesh over it allows easy access for some of its interesting custom features.
Currently, Reess only has eight sets of the same outfit, complete with three pairs of identical boots. He's always either actively working or on standby for clients to post opportunities, so it makes sense they'd he'd always have a Citifrontier Courier Service uniform on. The main components are dark grey fatigues, with lighter grey belts, accents, and stitching. The company's logo is is presented via patch on both shoulders of the top, but Reess has completely torn off all the right arm sleeves on his for obvious reasons. The issued boots are durasteel toed, reach up nearly to the knee, and are oddly a lace up pair. Above them are worn a pair of light grey, canvas gaiters. Besides that there is a utility belt to hold the manifest datapad and material for physical receipts if needed. The courier also spices things up slightly with some simple utility gloves and an added holster to his belt for a blaster.
When he was younger Reess was very into the body modding scene, not including his arm, but has since kinda grown out of it. It started with a stud piercing under his lip, a ring in his nostril and two in his right ear. From there he got a series of tribal stripes starting above the elbow on both arms, that converged across his shoulders and upper back. The rings around his lekku serve both as cool decoration and an optical effect to make his long appendages seem even longer at first glance. The stripes across his scalp really don't have a reason to exist, but the inked eyebrows are just for better expressions. Also, he can now raise an annoyed eyebrow at some of the idiots he runs into.
Personality:
Rees is a poor bastard just trying to find direction and a sense of satisfaction, in a very chaotic universe. He absolutely abhors the notion that he doesn't have a greater purpose and that in the end his life doesn't matter. The courier knows this to mostly to be true, but can be in denial so hard some days he can even kid himself. As you can imagine, he is very unhappy on an average daily basis. The concept of finding happiness seems almost as foreign to him as admitting his mental anguish, yet he likes to fall back on distractions to keep his mind away from philosophical concepts, and subsequently the barrel of his blaster away from his temple.
The Twi'lek is cynical to a ruthless degree. He firmly doing something just out of the good of one's heart is unrealistic, and anyone saying something different is trying to pull a fast one on you. Empathy is nothing to him except a resource to be abused, and he isn't afraid to put his life and/or interests over anyone else's problems. Thankfully the courier avoids hypocrisy by not expecting anyone to care about him in return, not that it really would be hard to avoid doing that. It's mostly during his effort to be the best courier in the galaxy that he puts aside his often petty demeanor to be a little less crotchety, as long as the customer doesn't grate on his nerves.
When given a wide berth and ample time between jobs, the courier falls back to busying himself with personal projects. Mechanical tinkering, especially droids or ships, is hands down the only thing he can truly say that he loves everything about. Reess picked up hookah smoking about the same time as he did body moding, yet the former he still thoroughly enjoys. Marcan herbs, a lot of times spiced up with more local flavors, is his go to inhalant when given a choice. He's tried stronger stuff before, but they're really not his thing. Interestingly, twi'lek doesn't like alcohol either.
Unbeknownst to the galaxy on a whole, Rees is force sensitive. He obviously has now way of finding out exactly how much, but has been using it in subtle ways since he was a child. If he had to guess, the Jedi would've found him marginal at best. Either way, his connection to a force once used by the greatest warriors in the galaxy is the courier's main claim to being destined for something greater. The effectively eradication of the Jedi has irked him to no end; since, as far as he knows, they were the only ones who'd be capable of giving him the training he requires. He's actually seen one in the flesh since the rise of The Empire, so he's confident he can track down another in his travels at some point.
In the meantime, practicing what he can do falls under personal projects, but hasn't made that much progress with what he'd like. Gut feelings and quick saves have always been a strong point, but telekinesis has been a constant source of irritation for the longest. Lightsaber practice has gone quite well since Rees was able to fabricate his, yet he wouldn't want to test his prowess against even a novice with proper trained. Batting away blaster bolts is the only thing he really feels confident he can on a regular. Reflecting them back to the target a hundred percent of the time, or even with decent reliability, is the next milestone he's working for.
History:
Miscellaneous Crap:
Items on person
- Model 57 blaster pistol
- Model SW-95 message transceiver
- Roamer-6 breath mask
- Model TD2.3 electrobinoculars
Red bladed lightsaber
Transportation