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Name: Boone Kassal
Race: Zabrak
Gender :Male
Age: 25
Homeworld: Coruscant
Profession: Medic
Appearance: Tall and lean, Boone would have made a fit soldier. He is handsome by Zabrak standards with the appropriate markings covering his body. His skin was a warm brown along with his eyes but always carried a serious look on his face.
Personality: Quiet and calculating, Boone rarely gives his opinion first. He has survived this long by going with the flow and letting his value as a combat medic do the talking. Raised by humans, he did not have many friends growing up, so he is not outgoing as a result. When he does talk, people generally listen, albeit more out of surprise than anything else. Although he is quiet and not a leader, he is anything but stupid, often finding himself among intelligent and charismatic people wherever he goes due to his inability to tolerate stupidity. He is difficult to crack, but once his patience breaks and he snaps, he tends to show his anger issues.
Bio:Boone was an orphan raised by a human couple on the planet of Coruscant, without any idea how he ended up there. His father was a doctor and from the time he came of schooling age he followed in his footsteps. He received pressure from outside groups to join the local military at a young age because of his athleticism and calmness under pressure, but those opinions eventually were silenced as he repeatedly showed his unparalleled abilities as a medic. Not long after his 18th birthday his father became ill and passed away. Determined to make enough money to support his mother, his life as a traveling medic began. He took his talents to space, joining up with anyone who paid well enough, generally ignoring the questionably moral goals of the group. In the short years away from home, he had seen it all. He had been clear from one end of the galaxy to the other, whether it be traveling with a group of smuggling thieves or working for a Peace Corps. No matter how deep of trouble he got into, he generally stayed alive thanks to his abilities as a medic and his very capable skills in hand to hand combat, thanks to years of combat experience while traveling and finding himself in and out of local jails. Multiple times his group would be captured, and the others killed or enslaved. He had always been able to offer up his services and talk his way out of the situation. This lifestyle he led got him the money he desired, but some years later he found himself in a Republic prison on Ord Mantell with no hope of talking his way out. They were nice enough however, after doing a background check, to inform him his mother had been murdered back home on Coruscant during an election rally. With no family or purpose left in life he became lost, and the fire inside him grew dim, leaving him content to rot in prison until the end of his days. That dream was dashed when the Republic struck a bargain with a Hutt crime lord on the planet of Tatooine, offering Boone up in a prisoner exchange. It did not take long there, tending to the Hutt goonies wounds in a cell, before he realized this was not how he was going to end his life. Teemo smelled terribly, and treated him even worse, even after saving his merc's lives on a daily basis. He waited patiently and timed his escape at a cell guard swap, disposing of the guard and making for the streets of Mos Shuuta. He hadnt been pursued thus far, and ducked inside of a local cantina, looking for his way off the planet.
Weapons: Carries a generic blaster, although he is an average shot at best. His most potent weapon is his body, being very capable in hand to hand combat. Generally speaking, if he can get within arms reach, he can take care of himself.
Gear/Equipment/Items: navy blue combat clothes and light combat plate armor on top of that. Wears a utility belt that holds all of his medic supplies, from stimpaks and booster shot of all kinds, to every possible bandage and tool he could get his hands on. His utility belt is his bread and butter.
Obligations: Bounty, wanted captured alive by Teemo the Hutt.
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