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BV  |
| ComNet Rank: |
ComNet n00b
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Unknown
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| Species: |
Zabrak
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| Birthday: |
May 30
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| Date Joined: |
May 26, 2006
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| Last Active: |
July 18, 2006 at
9:30:33 AM
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| Number of Posts: |
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Physical Characteristics:
Native Language: Basic
Name:B'Har Vanos
Age:21
Height:6'6''
Weight:162 1/2 lbs.
Hair Color:Blonde
Eye Color:Blue
Skin Color:Tanned White
Build:Muscular but with great Dexterity
Distinguishing Marks: Long Cruel Scar on Left Arm
Homeworld:Tatooine
Skills:
1.Excellent skills with a blaster 2.Dual wields pistols or takes an aimed shot with a sniper 3.Has no skill in Melee Weaponry 4. Bilingual, fluent in Huttese.
Biography: The Day I became a Bounty Hunter. I was 10 years old at the time, and it was the the end of Harvest season, and it was my fathers annual feast, when all of our family gather in one house and thank the Force for a good season.
That day, a man stumbled onto our land, tired and oh so sick-looking was he. My father gave pity on this man and hosted him in our home.
Later, well into the celebrating a knock came upon the door. My father though it was more family, but I tried to tell him everyone was already here. As soon as my father opened the door, a bolt of fiery red energy split the air... and my father. The group who fired the shots then started shooting, slaughtering, the rest of my kin.
I was hit in the arm and only half-concious when I heard "Good work men, now lets get that officer!" The murderers started dragging the man my father saved. And as they past by me, I saw the cursed rebel insignia on their unifoms.
I looked around me and I saw my fathers blaster rifle in my Uncles hand. My father taught me how to use the gun for hunting. I grabbed it and fired at the closest rebel. The rest of the group stopped in their tracks as they whipped their heads around. I let out a rapid burst and three more went down. The two remaining were panicking they raised their rifles but they were toasted.
That Night, I burned my families corpses, as is proper. I took the rebel scum to the local imperial center and sold them for 250 I.C.s each. That's what I've been doing ever since... Until now. |
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