Species: Zeltron
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Appearance: Like many Zeltrons, Koren is physically attractive. His skin is a light red color. He possesses a defined jawline with high cheekbones and noticeable dark blue eyes. His dark blue hair is cut clean and short, his face void of any facial hair as well. A scar sits right above his right eye, it cuts into his eyebrow and the eyelid, ending jusst below the eye. He is in great physical shape, his body showing that.
Height: 6'0
Weight: 175 pounds
Apparel: Koren wears a
lightweight armor, it is made of leather weaved with several types of metals. It offers solid protection against blasters, blades and explosives. While nothing extraordinary, it gets the job done. Out of combat he sticks to basic comfort clothing, slacks, boots and sleeveless shirts which show off his arms.
Weaponry: He uses a Model 434 blaster pistol, a common but powerful blaster pistol which he is very skilled with. His is unique in that along the grip are many red markings, almost doodles. These were added by Koren as a way to personalize his gun. He also carries a vibrodagger as well as several thermal detonators, ion grenades, stun grenades and smoke grenades.
Equipment: Koren has a grappling hook which is fired from a launcher in the right wrist of his armor. He also keeps a fibercord whip to tie targets up as well as his credit chip.
Personality: Koren is a narcissistic, strange individual, others have wondered if he is insane, but he claims he isn't, just a little eccentric. He acts in an erratic matter, often making unexpected moves which he claims keep his enemies on their guard as they don't know what to expect. He often has a large grin on his face and cracks jokes any chance he gets, which he will laugh at if no one else laughs. Due to him being a Zeltron, and his naturally gifted ability to feel other's emotions, he feeds off of feelings of love, happiness and pleasure while getting depressed at negative emotions. So because of this, he'll always tries to make people feel happy.
He constantly tries to get thrills, the ways he does this varies, sometimes he'll take the more explosive route on a mission, or one that involves leaping out of a moving vehicle. He tends to hit on any women around him, often with negative results due to his actual personality, though that doesn't stop him from trying. He claims he is a successful ladies man with many women he has dated, though if asked about it he "forgets" any names, often giving vague descriptions.
Skills:
- Koren is above all a great shot with his pistol, he claims he is one of the best in the galaxy, able to hit a moving speeder from a mile away.
- A solid hand to hand fighter, while not physically huge, he can take people down.
- He's a surprisingly good tactician, someone that always lays out a plan before a mission, considering all scenarios, often taking what he considers the most fun route.
- A great athlete, like many of his race he is physically fit.
- A decent pilot, while not anything special, he can fly a ship.
- Being a Zeltron gives him some special natural skills: Pheromones production, which enhances his attractiveness and likeablity (if he didn't have these he'd probably be dead by now). The other is a limited telepathic ability which allows him to project his emotions on others, as well as read and feel other's emotions. He also has a second liver which means he can drink a lot of booze (I guess that's a positive?).
Flaws:
- Very cocky, a total narcissist.
- Quite gullible, often falls for jokes.
- His personality is unpredictable, which will sometimes make people nervous around him as it seems that any moment he'll just go off and do something crazy.
- Can't stand negative emotions and situations, it saddens him, sometimes to the point where he gets angry.
- Falls very hard for women, to the point where it will distract him if they show
any real interest.
- A gambling addict, don't let him near cards as he does not know when to stop.
Bio:
Koren was born on the Zeltron homeworld of Zeltros. He grew up in a wealthy family, his father an acclaimed artist, his mother a model. He hates to talk about his youth, though he does mention how much he loves his homeworld, he just wishes he could head back there, but was as he puts it "pushed off world", when he was old enough to go out on his own. He did something bad enough to get him kicked off world, though knowing him it was likely something like crashing a ship into the docking port.
He became a bounty hunter shortly after leaving his homeworld, learning under several well known men in the business, it lead to him joining the largest bounty hunting guild in the galaxy which he cut ties with a few years back, deciding he'd rather do work as a solo freelancer. In his early years he gained a reputation as a skilled gun fighter, and someone who would get the job done, usually in a very flamboyant way. One of his most notable missions as a bounty hunter involved him capturing an escaped convict from an Imperial prison, a notorious gang leader who returned home, escaping into the city streets, or so the man thought. Koren tracked the target down, eventually sneaking his way into a funeral which the man was attending, somehow in the process gaining an entrance to the open casket ceremony himself where he managed to lay down flash grenades inside the coffin, then take a seat near the target.
As someone rose to speak about the deceased man, Koren ignited the flash grenades, in the precious moments the flash had stunned those in the room excluding himself (he made sure to wear goggles which saved his sight), he grabbed the target, bound his hands and feet, then dove out the window, then climbed down the building, all while the bounty's gang members chased after him, the flash grenades the needed distraction which allowed him to escape the area and find his way back to his ship which he would use to return the convict to the Empire, gaining payment and notice of his skills by the Imperials. He was recently contacted about the gathering of paid men and arrived right away, interested to see what would happen next.
