Post by Zien on Mar 11, 2007 22:35:34 GMT -5
Name - Ricz'ien'nuruodo, known as Zien.
Race - Chiss
Occupation - Scoundrel/Gunslinger
Place of Birth- Csillia
Age - 20
Hgt - 6'4 213 Lbs
Hair/Eyes - Midnight Black/ Glowing Red Eyes
Brief History: Ricz'ien'nuruodo or Zien as most people call him was born on the icy planet of Csillia and spent most of his younger life there until about the age of maturity for his race around 10 to 12 years of age. After that he joined his father who was then in a commerical delivery service from system around the Outer Rim. It was during this time that Zien learned most of his piloting skills, and most of his gambling skills anything he could do to make some quick, easy money from planet to planet. His father had always said he was a very lucky individual for never being caught doing some rather illegal things from planet to planet, but one day his luck stopped cold as he was in a cantina in Mos Eisley.
He had lost in a Pazaak game to some rather unfriendly people and when he finally admitted that he didn't have the money to pay them they were furious and demanded that either he or his father pay up or else. As neither of them could afford the debt that he had compiled a then 16 year old Zien took responsibility for his actions and sold himself into slavery of the men and the Hutt they worked for in order to pay off his debt. He never saw his father again. Over time he learned forms of gunplay and grew from a simple slave to a respected gun for hire. As soon as his debt was paid off he blew out of Mos Eisley as fast as possible in a "borrowed" ship. He didn't care if they came looking for him, because not only had they taught him the ways of combat, but outfitted him with several cybernetic implants that only made him faster, stronger, tougher, and more deadly to those who wished to engage him in combat.
At the age of 20 Zien arrived at Mal Ethon City in the Outer Rim planet of Kwevron creditless, and in desperate need of some work. He moves from place to place often simply seeking illicit jobs and a quick card game or two to make some fast cash.
Appearence: Zien is a tall blue skinned humanoid with a disarming grin and a muscular, agile body. He often dresses in blacks, dark blues, and the occasional purple. Perhaps one of his most striking features is his bright red eyes which seem to grow even brighter on different planets. Most of the time he is seen wearing black flight pants and boots, a sleeveless mesh shirt, a pair of gloves and of course his two favorite custom WESTAR-34 Blasters which are situated in a custom harness with one resting under his left underarm and the other on his right hip both in crossdraw fashion, with a 3rd blaster usually situated in his lower back area on his left side. The only jewelry he wears are two silver hoops one through each earlobe and a thin silver necklace that rests around his neck. He keeps a SoroSuub ELG-3A hidden in the sleeve of his favorite jacket when he wears it, or the 3rd spot in his blaster harness. He often appears relaxed and somewhat choobiey, but his demeanor often changes when faced with a difficult task.
Training and Martial Abilities: Zien is self-trained gunslinger and is very good at it. He combines his speed, agility, and some would say his luck in every fight he goes into for a often entertaining to watch style of combat. Not only is he well trained with several blaster pistols and rifles he also has some knowledge of melee weapons including vibroblades and small bladed weapons both in direct melee combat and as thrown weapons. The only weakness he truly has is when he is without a weapon, for he isn't much of a hand to hand combatant, of course he can survive when it comes to it, but a person with highly trained skills would easily be able to beat him. He is also a very skilled pilot and operator of a wide variety of mechanical things ranging from large star ships to swoop bikes.
Specialties: Dual Weapons, Gambling, Blasters, Fast Draw
Ship: Possessed a stolen Z-95 Headhunter, but abadoned it when fleeing from Kwevron.
Force Powers: None That he Knows of.