Here is my bio:

Personality

He would be described as a regular average Joe. Easily tempered by stupidity and disobedience. If you are on his good side, consider yourself lucky. But if you cross him on the wrong side of the tracks, then I'd suggest not being caught near him for a while. Apologies mean a lot to him, considering that all who oppose him usually get a black eye. Entering his neck of the woods is like looking into a fortune cookie that explains every dark and bright thought you have ever had. He like his opinion to be heard, and if you tell him to shut up, you will never get him in a good mood for a long while.

History

Born on Tatooine. All his life, he lived in the attic of a cantina owned by his uncle, Murry Six. He worked by serving drinks illegally, and in return, he got free ale. His uncle dismissed the fact that he was a child alcoholic, because he needed the work. It wasn't like anybody important ever stopped by. At the age of 17, he moved out and became a duelist in the local arena. It wasn't just any duel ring, it was a fight-to-the-death type duel ring. You may speculate as to how this ever happened, but he lived in the lowest, cheapest part in the whole city. In the beginning, he won quite a few matches in the amateur rank. After a while, though, they put him against a deadly ex-mercenary. He barely made it out with his life, but he did.

The fights were at night, in the basement of a talent cantina, where they played live shows of topless girls. The men who drank there would get over-intoxicated and jumble downstairs to watch two men beat each other down with swords or guns. He had witnessed many fights as a child, bounties and drunk killings. But now, after little experience at the young age of 18, he would be facing of against a 43 year old veteran. The rules were simple; first to die loses. The mercenary used a standard type vibro blade. Battlesix was using his fists.

This enraged man ran at him slicing, but Battlesix was smarter than that. Just as the mercenary closed in, he slid sideways and kicked the hand the sword was in. But it didn't work. The man swung and caught him across the face, on the right cheek. Then a fatal blow to the gut, left Battlesix choking on blood in the centre of the arena. A savage yell came from the audience, "Finish him! Kill him! Chop his little head off!". And with that, Battle waited. At just the right moment, he rolled out of the way and kicked the veteran in the temple, and again in the teeth. After that, he just blacked out and the last thing he remembered was the violent scream coming from the man. "No! Please...", and that was it.

He woke up in the attic of his uncle's cantina for the last time. He looked in the mirror and saw the long cut running from his dimples to his ear. It looked cool. He realised that this would be the last fight before he became a man. He told his aging uncle that he was enlisting in the Vast Empire to become a Stormtrooper, and would probably be back in something like 20 years. Hopefully when he gets there, he will become a man.

Traits

Sword fighting, extra strength (more than a normal person), heavy drinker, not affected by temperature, his scary past made him not afraid of anything, well, mostly anything. Good at telling a lie.