OfPensandSwords
Long Time Listener, First Time Caller
Name: Unknown, goes by "Slim"
Age: By Terran years, 89. But his species ages at nearly a third of the human rate. So around 30's
Species: *Unpronounceable* But they've been called Skelz.
Appearance: Slim stands around 7'1, he's a rather slight figure, hence his nick-name. He has ashy colored skin that covers his lean muscles. His head is bald and nearly featureless with no apparent ears or or nose. His eyes are little more than black slits and his mouth is always covered by a smooth grey, re-breather to adapt Terran air for him. He dresses in a black tactical vest that barely covers rib-cage, his long legs are dressed in a hand stitched pair of jeans that were obviously stitched to reach past his calves. He wraps himself in a ratty old trench coat that appears to have been tailored to fit, it's cape-like body almost dragging the ground. Slim often covers his face in a thick pair of dust goggles and a has a bandanna bunched around his neck.
Bio: Not much is known about Slim, he moved from a war-torn planet at a young age, he was present in Westeria City when it began to fall to riots, and he always seems to know more than he's letting on. His reputation around the impoverished clans of Westeria is "Soft-spoken with stony fists". He formerly worked as a gunrunner and P.I., giving him a strong link to the seedy underbelly of the decaying city.
Skills: Slim is adept at street-style hand-to-hand combat, due to his former occupation; has advanced knowledge of guns and their usage, can speak five languages, is extremely agile and quick, though not at super-human levels, Slim does possess a surprising amount of strength, and is rather skilled at stealth.
Weapons: Slim's trench coat houses various tools and equipment, but the only weapons he carries are a military knife, a pair of brass knuckles, and rusty handgun kept in a shoulder holster.
Age: By Terran years, 89. But his species ages at nearly a third of the human rate. So around 30's
Species: *Unpronounceable* But they've been called Skelz.
Appearance: Slim stands around 7'1, he's a rather slight figure, hence his nick-name. He has ashy colored skin that covers his lean muscles. His head is bald and nearly featureless with no apparent ears or or nose. His eyes are little more than black slits and his mouth is always covered by a smooth grey, re-breather to adapt Terran air for him. He dresses in a black tactical vest that barely covers rib-cage, his long legs are dressed in a hand stitched pair of jeans that were obviously stitched to reach past his calves. He wraps himself in a ratty old trench coat that appears to have been tailored to fit, it's cape-like body almost dragging the ground. Slim often covers his face in a thick pair of dust goggles and a has a bandanna bunched around his neck.
Bio: Not much is known about Slim, he moved from a war-torn planet at a young age, he was present in Westeria City when it began to fall to riots, and he always seems to know more than he's letting on. His reputation around the impoverished clans of Westeria is "Soft-spoken with stony fists". He formerly worked as a gunrunner and P.I., giving him a strong link to the seedy underbelly of the decaying city.
Skills: Slim is adept at street-style hand-to-hand combat, due to his former occupation; has advanced knowledge of guns and their usage, can speak five languages, is extremely agile and quick, though not at super-human levels, Slim does possess a surprising amount of strength, and is rather skilled at stealth.
Weapons: Slim's trench coat houses various tools and equipment, but the only weapons he carries are a military knife, a pair of brass knuckles, and rusty handgun kept in a shoulder holster.