Well, hell. For those twerps who wish to find out information about my stab at this rickety thing. I can write a freaking novel, but I spent 9 hours hashing out a number sheet with Cale... That's painful. Let's see how bad i fudge up everything in action!
Name: Blaise Gor-as
Age: Adult (33 years)
Most of the details:
http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a68/nelowulf/SSlvl31.jpghttp://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a68/nelowulf/SSlvl32.jpgAppearance: Typical Givin looks, often intimidating of sorts to people unfamiliar with the skeletoid race, his skin is a pale off-white with dark sockets where his cavities are. Like typical Givin, this is his exoskeleton, three-toed, lanky, and long. His attire usually centers around blending in with the environment, which usually means greys of all sorts, rather than earthen tones. Somewhat smug, like all Givin, he tends to be shrewd and a bit of a cowardly annoyance at times, but his skills more than make up for his lack of offensive ability.
Height: 1.7 meters
Weight: 86 Kilograms
Background: Born on Yag'Dhul, he was quite a bright student, figured at a 23.4% chance at making it one day into the Body Calculus, the governing body of the mathematocracy of the planet. He learned such things like Physical Sciences and Law, to help aid his career. All was well and dandy, until his laziness forced him to sleep in during a crucial test, causing him to flunk out of school. Arrogant youth gave him the ability to quite literally tell off the educational system, and made his living in one of the most lucrative buisnesses a Givin could have: Navigating.
Shrewd buisness let him bounce from job to job, making more credits than he probably needed for all sorts of crews, letting him tour the galaxy and see a multitude of planets. He doubled as a mechanic, quickly picking up the skill by watching others when off duty which was only bolstered by his mathmatical background.
As the clone wars began, he fled from the battlefield, enlisting himself in the Seperatist army as a logistical management officer, to avoid becoming a Navagator, keeping tabs on ships, weaponry, and a multitude of other deployments everywhere. Essentially, a Quartermaster of all trades. With the war over, however, he plans to make some quick credits reaping what the war sowed, and continue to search the universe.
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