Post by WWFF on Nov 16, 2010 21:06:43 GMT -5
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Name: Oren Zaftig
Race: Human
Age: 31
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 175 LBS
Birth place: Kor Vella, Corellia
Appearance:
Oren is lean and relatively well muscled. His skin is tinted tan from years in the sun and from welding, giving him a nice bronze glow. His shoulders and arms are nothing to admire per se, though what they lack in size they make up for in hidden strength. His jaw is square, though not narrow, giving his features a smooth slope; his neck just under his chin scoops upward allowing his jaw to be defined from his neck.
His dark brown hair is thick, and while it is sometimes allowed to grow long, he prefers to keep it trimmed and parted on the left side. He keeps his goatee shaved mostly, though chops dominate his cheeks.
His eyes are symmetrical and predatorily set front. Both are a vivid emerald color, which tends to stand out more due to long dark eyelashes. His mouth is curved with a well shaped cupids bow, and his nose fits in harmony with the rest of his face.
He is not the tallest man, though isn’t short either, giving him an “average” human height, and his weight is hidden in his wiry muscles. Though wiry he manages to retain a fair amount of definition as well as a bit of bulk. His stance is earthy, usually a bit hunched and somewhat welcoming. It is not uncommon to see bits of grease or other mechanical fluids staining his hand or smudged on his face.
Attire:
Usually, he is seen in simple brown or black pants tucked into brown/black leather knee high boots, a white shirt (sleeves rolled over his elbows and buttoned to about mid-chest), with a thin animal hide vest.
He does not carry a blaster of any type, though a knife is always sheathed on the back of a utility belt. He also keeps a few handy multiuse items on his belt, as well as a pouch containing cigarras and a small torch.
Personality:
Being a mechanic doesn’t demand a great deal of people skills, though it doesn’t hurt to have them. This is Oren’s motto. He is welcoming, though seems to have sixth sense of danger as well as the keen ability to read a person and situation; this was probably developed in early life, or as he likes to call it his “previous life”.
He isn’t quick to smile, though when he does it’s usually at his sister, whom he loves though rarely sees. His humor is dry and often mistaken for pessimism or simply being crude. All in all he means well.
He is confident in his abilities as a mechanic, boasting that he as no equal “this side of the Corellian Run”. He is also confident in his piloting abilities, being Corellian it seems to have come all too naturally. Of course as any real Corellian will tell you, whisky is his drink of choice, and he only sticks to brands made on his homework; which can sometime mean paying a considerable sum, though to him there is nothing like it.
Occupation: Mechanic
Rank: Master
Bio:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 7
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 5
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 6
Ranged Weapons: 7
Alignment: 3
RP Sample:
Name: Oren Zaftig
Race: Human
Age: 31
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 175 LBS
Birth place: Kor Vella, Corellia
Appearance:
Oren is lean and relatively well muscled. His skin is tinted tan from years in the sun and from welding, giving him a nice bronze glow. His shoulders and arms are nothing to admire per se, though what they lack in size they make up for in hidden strength. His jaw is square, though not narrow, giving his features a smooth slope; his neck just under his chin scoops upward allowing his jaw to be defined from his neck.
His dark brown hair is thick, and while it is sometimes allowed to grow long, he prefers to keep it trimmed and parted on the left side. He keeps his goatee shaved mostly, though chops dominate his cheeks.
His eyes are symmetrical and predatorily set front. Both are a vivid emerald color, which tends to stand out more due to long dark eyelashes. His mouth is curved with a well shaped cupids bow, and his nose fits in harmony with the rest of his face.
He is not the tallest man, though isn’t short either, giving him an “average” human height, and his weight is hidden in his wiry muscles. Though wiry he manages to retain a fair amount of definition as well as a bit of bulk. His stance is earthy, usually a bit hunched and somewhat welcoming. It is not uncommon to see bits of grease or other mechanical fluids staining his hand or smudged on his face.
Attire:
Usually, he is seen in simple brown or black pants tucked into brown/black leather knee high boots, a white shirt (sleeves rolled over his elbows and buttoned to about mid-chest), with a thin animal hide vest.
He does not carry a blaster of any type, though a knife is always sheathed on the back of a utility belt. He also keeps a few handy multiuse items on his belt, as well as a pouch containing cigarras and a small torch.
Personality:
Being a mechanic doesn’t demand a great deal of people skills, though it doesn’t hurt to have them. This is Oren’s motto. He is welcoming, though seems to have sixth sense of danger as well as the keen ability to read a person and situation; this was probably developed in early life, or as he likes to call it his “previous life”.
He isn’t quick to smile, though when he does it’s usually at his sister, whom he loves though rarely sees. His humor is dry and often mistaken for pessimism or simply being crude. All in all he means well.
He is confident in his abilities as a mechanic, boasting that he as no equal “this side of the Corellian Run”. He is also confident in his piloting abilities, being Corellian it seems to have come all too naturally. Of course as any real Corellian will tell you, whisky is his drink of choice, and he only sticks to brands made on his homework; which can sometime mean paying a considerable sum, though to him there is nothing like it.
Occupation: Mechanic
Rank: Master
Bio:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 7
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 5
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 6
Ranged Weapons: 7
Alignment: 3
RP Sample:
