Star Wars Fan Fiction

[BalalaikaBoy]

Age: 20

Sex: male

Species: Echani

Homeworld: Eshan

Previous Occupation: bounty hunter
Class: sith assassin

Height: 6ft 1


Appearance: slim but muscular build, long arms and legs, high cheekbones, shoulder-length black hair, piercing green eyes, heart shaped face, deep baritone voice (which often startled people due to its contrast with his youthful appearance)

Weapons: a purple lightsaber, standard blaster, Valkan 38 sniper rifle, various poisons, several types of knives

Equipment: glove with poison darts, light echani battle armor, a holocron radar


Description of Abilities:
Makashi
Lightning-1
Push/Pull-1
Heal-1
Choke-1
Force Augment-1
Telepathy-1
Persuade-1


Personality: ambitious-yet-relaxed, patient, cautious, curious (sometimes on useful subjects, other times he gets distracted), loves nature


Biography:
0-16, slave:16-20, refugee/early assassin years: Unfortunately, the above rescue came at the cost of substantial dept, which Dorian was forced to repay via his services as an assassin, quickly rising up the ranks and mastering multiple forms of combat. He has only just now finished paying off his debts and, while he still takes assignments, he is easing off his work to invest his profits on the intergalactic stock exchange and spend the bulk of his time studying and collecting rare artifacts and manuscripts.

[BalalaikaBoy]

He smiled. Damn! Overextended!There!

[BalalaikaBoy]

Animal
Melancholia
might suit your fancy

[Animal]

Rawwwwwwr!

[BalalaikaBoy]

so far, I type the main character as TeNi 5w6>8w? Sp/Sx, but he may evolve a bit over time.

[BalalaikaBoy]

Dorian awoke with a soft groan. Most slaves were not given time in the bacta tank at all, left to fend for themselves after sustaining battle injuries, but those who proved especially useful were often given exception. All the same, it was not a sufficient amount of time to fully recover from his injuries, and a week after being released, his chest and a few points on his arms were still sore.
Fortunately, damage sustained to his lower body was relatively minimal, and he could now walk about as he pleased. He had won second place in the tournament, and that awarded him a small stipend and greater freedom to walk around the premises. After a quick meal back at the barracks, he immediately made his way to the main library on the 7^thWhat was that? He had been thinking to himself since his defeat during the finals. Dorian resisted. The jedi are not allowed on Nal Hutta. Even the great library forbids texts with any mention of them. It was only after several moments that Dorian noticed the weapon the fighter was holding. So it was a jedi after all! But what was a jedi doing on Nal Hutta? More importantly, what interest would he have in a gladiatorial slave match? Was he an abolitionist? A vigilante? A spy seeking doing reconnaissance? Dorian knew further investigation would require word-of-mouth sources, but he finally had something solid to go on. Packing his bags, he closed the hideout door, re-buried the access pad and made his way back to his quarters.

[BalalaikaBoy]

AnimalHe was in far from the best shape physiologically, but by the time his distress beacon was answered, Axel felt years older than when he had arrived only weeks before.

[BalalaikaBoy]

Birth of a Gladiator Part I: Innocence

[BalalaikaBoy]

Birth of a Gladiator Part II: Bushcraft

Best not to spoil his dreams, he thought to himself. Even delusions have there uses when you have nothing else.

[BalalaikaBoy]

Birth of a Gladiator Part III: Crossroads

Stupid! He admonished himself.