 | |
| Dex: |
4D+2 |
Know: |
1D+2 |
Mech: |
2D+2 |
Perc: |
3D+2 |
Stren: |
4D+1 |
Tech: |
1D |
| Move: |
10 |
Credits: |
150 |
CharacterPoints: |
5 |
ForceSensitive?: |
No |
ForcePoints: |
1 |
DarkSidePoints: |
0 |
| Alter: |
0 |
Control: |
0 |
Sense: |
0 |
| Thrown Weapons: knife |
5D+2 |
| Blaster: sporting blaster rifle |
5D+2 |
| Sporting Blaster Rifle "Light Sport" |
1 |
| Background: Hunting is your life. Your ancestor were hunter by birth and you are the incarnation of the typical rodian way of life. Like most |
| Rodians you worked as a bounty hunter for the first 10 years of your professional career. It wasn't until a client invited you to to accompany |
| him on a wildlife safari that you discovered the intense thrill of animal chase. You awakened the half-buried instincts of your ancestor and gave |
| up bounty hunting to become a skilled and respected Galactic Big Game Hunter. As years passed you developed an intense distaste for the |
| imperials that show no respect for animal life, annihilating whole planets (and hosted species) for the only sake of control and domination. |
| Thus you decided to join the rebellion just to fullfill your ultimate goal: imperials hunting! |
| Personality: each hunt for you is a unique experienxe: a battle of wits, a pitting of brute strength verses brute ingenuity. Someday yuo'll meet |
| your match but until then… |
| Objectives: Filling the wall of your room with many imperial officers heads. |
| A Quote: "Oh, did I mention that tomorrow we're leaving the blasters in the camp?" |
| Connection With Characters: he's in debt with Bahleadee who once saved his life. The Mon Calamari medic managed to extract barehanded two |
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