Name: Jackal Westari
AKA: Wyrm
Age: 137
Race: Gorgas
Appearance:
Though massive to others, Jackal is a runt of his litter, standing only at 9'5" he is well under the 12 foot average of his kin.
Jackal weighs 850 pounds. His scales are a cobalt blue with a white belly, and eyes are a shining yellow. He has three horns, a small horn on the snout and two horns facing from the back of his skull.
Faction: Marauder
Role in Team?: Muscle
Bio: Jackal, being a runt, had a hard time competing with his kin of his tribe. For his century-long childhood he had dealt with bullies, monsters, and the occasional tribal warfare. He survived it all, though, despite the odds. Not finding any peace home, he took the opportunity to leave his planet when he stumbled upon a group of bounty hunters that had been stranded on the planet. Offering assistance in exchange for a ticket to the outside world, Jackal left his home world at the age of 115, and in trying to adapt to the unfamiliar alien worlds and distant stars he tried to make a name for himself as a mercenary. Mostly doing fairly easy jobs though (Who in the right mind would hire him for some dangerous mission if he couldn't hold a gun?), things hadn't gone as planned. Trying to fit in with the numerous amounts of unfamiliar creatures and their customs was another trial he has yet to fully overcome. He Joined the Mauraders in hopes of turning his lackluster career into something more, looking forward to the experience it will give him even if this isn't a permanent stay.
Personality: Previously a warrior of his tribe, Jackal holds a title of honor and pride when it comes to certain things. He has a difficulty speaking, and thus stays quiet most of the time as he is embarrassed of his dialect. Speaking only when necessary, he has a difficulty catching onto jokes, sarcasm, and other quips. He also has a tendency to eat the flesh of other creatures or races, as it is a part of his culture (especially for a defeated foe) to honor the dead by eating the body. Of course, like others of his kin he has a sort of cravings for such sustenance, and has a sort of hobby to be able to have consumed the flesh from one of every sentient race he comes across. While a bit of an oddball, his morality is still held (albeit with strange customs) on an overall good conscience. He values the ideas of kinship and brethren closely, those he has the pleasure to work with are always considered brothers.
Weapon(s) : A handcrafted iron sword, with a leather grip. An iron encrusted sheild that can attatch to the wrist.
Star-fighter?: N/A
Family/Relationship?: N/A
AKA: Wyrm
Age: 137
Race: Gorgas
Appearance:
Though massive to others, Jackal is a runt of his litter, standing only at 9'5" he is well under the 12 foot average of his kin.
Jackal weighs 850 pounds. His scales are a cobalt blue with a white belly, and eyes are a shining yellow. He has three horns, a small horn on the snout and two horns facing from the back of his skull.
Faction: Marauder
Role in Team?: Muscle
Bio: Jackal, being a runt, had a hard time competing with his kin of his tribe. For his century-long childhood he had dealt with bullies, monsters, and the occasional tribal warfare. He survived it all, though, despite the odds. Not finding any peace home, he took the opportunity to leave his planet when he stumbled upon a group of bounty hunters that had been stranded on the planet. Offering assistance in exchange for a ticket to the outside world, Jackal left his home world at the age of 115, and in trying to adapt to the unfamiliar alien worlds and distant stars he tried to make a name for himself as a mercenary. Mostly doing fairly easy jobs though (Who in the right mind would hire him for some dangerous mission if he couldn't hold a gun?), things hadn't gone as planned. Trying to fit in with the numerous amounts of unfamiliar creatures and their customs was another trial he has yet to fully overcome. He Joined the Mauraders in hopes of turning his lackluster career into something more, looking forward to the experience it will give him even if this isn't a permanent stay.
Personality: Previously a warrior of his tribe, Jackal holds a title of honor and pride when it comes to certain things. He has a difficulty speaking, and thus stays quiet most of the time as he is embarrassed of his dialect. Speaking only when necessary, he has a difficulty catching onto jokes, sarcasm, and other quips. He also has a tendency to eat the flesh of other creatures or races, as it is a part of his culture (especially for a defeated foe) to honor the dead by eating the body. Of course, like others of his kin he has a sort of cravings for such sustenance, and has a sort of hobby to be able to have consumed the flesh from one of every sentient race he comes across. While a bit of an oddball, his morality is still held (albeit with strange customs) on an overall good conscience. He values the ideas of kinship and brethren closely, those he has the pleasure to work with are always considered brothers.
Weapon(s) : A handcrafted iron sword, with a leather grip. An iron encrusted sheild that can attatch to the wrist.
Star-fighter?: N/A
Family/Relationship?: N/A