Wyvernfall

Feldstar Gik, the massive Herglic with skin the color of an approaching sea storm moved much more gracefully through the woods of the Forest Moon of Endor than one would think for someone of his size (1,000 lbs and nearly 9 feet tall). If truth be told, a sense of peace threatened to envelope the CoreSec Officer, a peace that he would welcomely embrace if he had not been sent to the small out of the way moon. What his mission was, well that would be telling wouldn't it? Feldstar was not sure why he needed to be undercover, but he was. He had parked his heavily customized swoopand set out on foot once the trees had gotten to thick for him to comfortably zip around and between; which was saying something given his size. As his booted feet softly crunched the dead undergrowth, Feldstar heard the faint squeaky cries of what could only be an indigenous lifeform. Pausing, he squinted through the undergrowth, his hand sliding under his leather vest and gripping the handle,of his customized DL-44. The remainder of his outfit was black leather swooper garb, complete with armored plates sewn in over vital areas as well as along his limbs. His vest had a flaming Nemoidian skull in a sickly green on the back, encircled by an orange ring of flame-The logo of the now defunct CoreSec controlled undercover swooper gang, The Burnin' Nemoids. As he looked towards the shouting, he noted a small furry bear-like being that reminded him of a larger version of the stuffed toys many children, regardless of race or religion, slept with at night to void off the fears of lonliness. A smile slowlt spread across at the little running furball's sight. "Why hello there little fellow," he began as he squated, trying unsuccessfully to lower himself to the shorter being's height, only pausing when he noticed the bloodshot eyes, flecks of foam flying from his shouting mouth, and, obviously, the obscenely large axe...."erm.... he groaned as he squinted one eye, trying to quickly judge the scene unfolding before him, standing back up and stepping back so he was partially obscured behind a tree, pulling his DL-44 and letting it dangle by his side.

I haven't done any duels or the battle sim yet, but I am game to try anything new! Where do I sign?

FELDSTAR GIK IS CURRENTLY DECEASED FELDSTAR GIK'S CHARACTER SHEET Identity Real Name: Feldstar Gik A.K.A: Feldstar, Gik, Jumbo (behind his back-mostly. At work) , Dirk Daegaro (undercover alias) Homeworld: Giju Species: Herglic Physical Description Age: 25 Height: 8 ft 11.5 in Weight: 1001 lbs Skin: A deep blue gray like that of an approaching storm Eyes: Black Sex: Male Equipment STANDARD: Clothing or Armor: A customized (for size) set of what appears to be the largest flak jacket and flak helmet one has ever seen each in CoreSec blue with the CoreSec emblem emblazoned prominently on the chest or side respectively. When not donning these, Feldstar's usual getup consists of XXXXL dress slacks and a matching uniform shirt in the same CoreSec blue. His uniform and armor all each carried the yellow chevrons desinatin his rank of SGT Weapon: A DL-44 customized to fit comfortably in Feldstar's massive hands Common Inventory: A large keyring full of keys hanging off his belt, Access cards, ID, false IDs, Datapad complete with hidden hacking jack for getting into those less than cooperative computer files, 3 sets of size adjustable stuncuffs UNDERCOVER: Clothing or Armor: Feldstar wears a full set of leather swoop riders gear, sans helmet, complete with sewn in armor plating in vital areas and along limbs. Additionally, he wears a leather vest with a sickly green colored Nemodian (battledroid-esque) skull encircled in a dark orange flaming ring. This is the symbol of the secretly defunct and now CoreSec front swoop gang, The Burnin' Nemoids. Weapon: Feldstar's customized DL-44 tucked inside his vest. Common Inventory: ring of keys, fake ID, pack of deathsticks, baggie or four of a variety of spice, Hidden recorders under his armored panelling. Faction Information Force User, Force Sensitive or Non-Force User: NFU Alignment: neutral good, leaning towards lawful good Current Faction Affiliation: CoreSec Current Faction Rank: Sergeant History: Force Side: Jedi, if forced to choose. Really can't stand those space wizards if he is being honest Trained by: CoreSec Training Academy Trained who: Several clerical staff, mostly records keepers, but also a few CoreSec Secure Holding Wardens Known Skills: Pristine record keeping, Computer hacking, Running into things and often breaking them by accident, empty handed combat/wrestling Background: Feldstar Gik grew up in his family pod on Giju, with frequent trips towards the core worlds for what his father would term "unforgettable business opportunities." More often than not this would result in the family having to take public transport home as his father's get rich quick schemes and love of gambling saw them loose everything on one or two surefire bets. As Feldstar grew, he found himself drawn to the sabaac tables, swoop races, and just about any other scheme where he could bet it all and win it big; not that this ever happened of course. One day, it dawned on Feldstar that he was turning out to be just like his father, having just lost his now-deceased mother's necklace in a seedy cantina betting on dejarik. Angrily, he stormed out of the cantina and nearly headlong into a CoreSec agent, nearly toppling him over as Feldstar tried to avoid the man and crashed to the ground in a plume of dust and dirt. Ashamed and embarrased by his lumbering size that seemed to always get in the way, Feldstar muttered his apologies and tried to gracefully get up and out of sight as the years of jeering about his size and clumsiness came racing to the forefront of his mind. Seeing some use in such a large being where Feldstar only saw an oaf, the CoreSec agent convinced Feldstar to try and find something positive about himself. Soon enough, Feldstar was helping to track down and shut down illegal gambling operations across the core worlds. He still felt drawn to the games, but he now knew he was making a difference.