Name: Noname

Occupation and Affiliation: Freelance Bounty Hunter

Description: Noname possesses a lithe, agile build, and moves with an elfin grace that is distinctly inhuman. She has dusky brown skin marred with scars and lavender eyes that smoulder with cold anger drawn from a deep reservoir. Her hair is the color of midnight streaked with stripes of gunmetal grey, and shorn just past her shoulders.

Secure in her own abilities Noname eschews any and all armor, preferring to dance around the bullets of her opponents. She wears a battered brown hat with a telescope crown, a pale blue shirt, black pants, tan boots, and a priceless Tomuon cloth vest. She matches a green patterned poncho with a cloth bandana of the same color that hides much of her face. A leather gunbelt and two bandoliers stuffed to the brim with cartridges ensure that she is rarely out of ammunition.

On her hips Noname wears an ornate set of twin heavy slughthrowers of an unknown make and model. Beyond functional improvements, Noname has added wooden grips inlaid with silver and spent time meticulously engraving almost every visible inch of metal on each gun. She keeps a small palm-sized hold-out Czerka Arms slugthrower pistol concealed in her left sleeve and a vibrodagger tucked in her right boot.

Background: Noname is an enigmatic bounty hunter that has cut a bloody swath of unparalleled violence across the Outer Rims over the last couple of years. Targeting pirates and crime syndicates in equal measure, she has become a painful thorn in the side of Czerka Arms as they attempt to expand their influence in the Outer Rims. Beyond rumors, precious little is known about her, and the most reliable witnesses that corporate investigators have manged to dig up report that she is an average looking Vahla.

Name:
B1-LL3 "Billy".

Occupation and Affiliation:
Bounty hunter and hired gun. Known to be freelance.

Description:
B1-LL3 is a battered and rusting droid that stands a little underneath the height of the average man. It is constructed from an amalgamation of different droid parts, with the base chassis resembling a mass-produced protocol model used extensively by Czerka Corporation. Memory analysis details that not only is a mandated memory wipe 7 and a half years overdue, but that the droid has gone so far to develop its own quirks and personality. In many ways, B1-LL3 resembles a sentient being. Lacking a working voice modulator, it butchers together extracts from news reports and audio logs instead to communicate.

B1-LL3 dresses in coarse swathes of leathers, wools, cotton, and even a couple of oil-stained bandages, with a beaten poncho and a broad hat taking prominence in the outfit. One leg is crudely built to the design of a peg leg, while one hand is a finger short. Somewhere along the line, someone with a sense of humor worked on B1-LL3 by going as far as installing a smoke emitter at about the same place as a human mouth would be, presumably to emulate smoking.

While B1-LL3 is quite deliberately separated from the holonet, it comes with a variety of interesting modifications. The arm with three fingers is built with a series of additional motors, designed to facilitate a high-powered punch as often as the motors can fully spool - which is never really consistent. B1-LL3 carries an elongated blaster rifle of his own design which like him, is an amalgamation of several blasters. The blaster rifle is designed to output almost an entire energy cell in a single shot, giving it incredible range and power at the cost of being quite dangerous to the user. After every shot, it exhausts the side effects of super-heated plasma from several points along the weapon. Additionally, the weapon runs incredibly hot, and energy cells need to be loaded manually into the breach after most shots. The average temperature of the weapon while being used is far too hot for an organic to handle without suffering burns, making it inappropriate for an organics and even some droids to use. Less significantly, B1-LL3 also carries a heavy blaster pistol, a sawed-off slugthrower scattergun, and a vibrodagger.

Background:
B1-LL3 - Designation B1, lower levels 3 - was originally produced as a protocol droid in service to Czerka Corporation. It primarily maintained an assets database in addition to answering phones and processing related data. It's uncertain how long B1-LL3 continued with this function due to the frequent memory wipes for Czerka service droids. This continued until almost 8 years ago in Tatooine local time, where B1-LL3 was being transported on a convoy that was attacked by raiders and left in the dunes. B1-LL3 was recovered by Jawa scavengers shortly after.

B1-LL3 was then sold by the Jawas to a mining enterprise, where it was then decommissioned after sustaining serious damage to one arm. It was then sold to a local elder to provide aged care and look after her young wards: a daughter and a son, 4 and 3 respectively. The elder passed shortly after. B1-LL3 continued with his only remaining directive without interference: looking after the deceased elder's wards. Without proper maintenance, B1-LL3 continued in its protocol until it developed personality quirks, which came with an independent streak. These quirks and streaks later developed into a full-blown personality, where B1-LL3 has become a reluctant but surprisingly loving stepfather to two young children, despite being a droid.

B1-LL3 took up all sorts of work to make ends meet for the odd family. It scavenged and bartered for droid parts to repair itself, and took to work to keep food on the table. B1-LL3 found more reliable work as a bounty hunter and all-around hired gun, where it's since settled. It's since fallen into employ with various Hutts, where it chased down debts and gave muscle to work in exchange for care for its two growing wards.