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  1. Identity Real Name: Cullin Jakcob Zoroi A.K.A: Cull, Jak Homeworld: Coruscant Species: Human Physical Description Age: 17 Height: 5’7 Weight: 128lbs Hair: Wavy,Typically Slicked Back Eyes: Dark Blue Sex: Male Equipment Clothing or Armor: Grey, Long-sleeved Shirt. White Vest with Multiple Pockets. Utility Belt and an Old, Battered Watch. Dark Grey Pants and Combat Boots. Weapon: Bow Staff, Small Dagger around Ankle, and a DC-17 Hand Blaster Common Inventory: Comm Link Faction Information Force User, Force Sensitive or Non-Force User: Force Sensitive Alignment: Neutral, Leaning More Towards Good at this Time Current Faction Affiliation: The Rebel Alliance Current Faction Rank: Hopeful History Force Side: Light Trained by: N/A Trained who: N/A Known Skills: Pickpocketing, Trickery, Gunslinging, Unarmed Combat, Infiltrating Background: Cullin grew up by himself on Coruscant, as his parents had been killed by a criminal when he was seven. Scared and afraid, the young boy learned how to steal and beg for food and money at an early age as a means of survival. Cullin also learned how to fight. Even though he was young, as he aged he learned to throw a punch and put up a fight if someone tried to take the little earnings he had. He hated what he had to do, but his will to live was stronger than his hatred of thieves. When he was nine, a gang on the streets found him and took him in. The gang provided him shelter and food in exchange for him going out every day and stealing money and begging people for money. Because of his small stature and big, round eyes, this worked so well. If he didn’t collect enough credits at the end of the day, he didn’t eat. And that was that. But, it was a better situation than the one he’d been in before where he had no shelter. As he grew older, the group realized he wasn’t as useful of an asset now and took him aside and offered him a place in the gang where he’d go do other stuff for them and he’d have a salary, or they could kick him back out to where they found him. Reluctant to leave, the now-teenager accepted the offer but little did he know, the boy was in for a ride. As he rose up in the gang, he learned that they were doing dealings with the Black Sun. It seemed this small gang was apart of something larger. From that moment onward, he began plotting his escape, trying to save enough of his pay for a ticket off the planet. Then the fateful day came when a member of a rival gang infuriated the Boss and sent Cullin to ‘rough him up’, when in reality, he wanted the man silenced. Heading to a port where he knew the man would be, Cullin saw the perfect opportunity to escape. He didn’t want to stay on the bad side of the law for the rest of his life, he always hated it! The man’s ship was beside him, and it looked like he was going to be heading out soon, so he’d have to hurry. The boy had brought along a small tranquilizer gun that would make it easier to take the ship, and he ran over to the man sipping something from a flask and motioned to the ship. “Let me have this ship.” He demanded. Of course, the man denied him the ship and reached for a gun in his belt holster, but Cullin was faster and brought the tranq gun up and deposited a tranquilizer into the man’s neck. Checking the pockets of the man as he fell to the ground, Cullin grabbed a set of keys and hopped into the ship, powering it on and setting a course for Corellia, because that was the only other planet he’d been on, with his parents long ago. Ship Registration Name: Opportunity Class: Fighter Model: A-Wing Manufacturer: Length: 9.6m Armaments: Pivoting laser cannons on each wingtip, Armor: Matrix Armor Anti-Personnel Defenses: Small turret on underbelly Modifications: N/A Appearance: (Not my artwork)
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