Post by Faclan on Jul 15, 2015 7:21:27 GMT -6
Faction: Civilian
Rank: Formally a Kig-Yar Conclave moneylender.
Name: Bob
Species: Kig-Yar, Ruuhtian
Age: 28
Height: 5'6''
Weight: 110 lbs.
Appearance: Bob is a small Kig-Yar, with dull green skin, and looks fairly normal besides appearing to be shruken by about 7%ish. His eyes are the normal opaque of his kin but have some tinges of color inside them. But the rumors going around those that know him suspect these are contacts. On this Bob says nothing. Baring no large scars or battle wounds the only other outward difference from him and another other green skinned Ruuthian are some scroll tattoo designs on the backs of his hands and a little past his wrists, showing that in his old Conclave he worked with finances. His orange head and arm spines are kept to a mid length.
For clothing Bob often wears simple clothing that have pockets for what he needs to do his job. Often a flexible dark shirt that is easy to get on past his beak and spines but a bit harder to get off. A grey or green Cargo vest over that where he keeps his PP and other electronic devices in addition to writing tools. A dark belt, with a belt buckle of his old Conclave. And Cargo pants that are often rolled up to allow for his digigrade legs to move easier but if in the Warthog for extended periods or chilly places he lets the pants roll down to his feet. Often doesn't wear shoes but has a pair of short boots if needed.
Despite his lack of great strength of arm to say that Bob would be worthless in a fight would be an insult to himself, his Mama and Papa, and his old Conclaive. Just because he cant swing a chair that well he is a decent knife fighter and an alright shot with a pistol. As any Kig-Yar worth anything learned to fight, either by teachers or beatings; A serrated Kig-Yar blade, two of them, kept inside his vest and attached to his right side belt downward. And a Human M6C magnum attached to his belt on his left hand side for drawing and firing. A few extra mags often kept in the spare pockets on his vests and pants.
Strengths:
- Very intelligent and good with numbers and words. Speaks Kig-Yar, Human English (hes not a fan about Humans joking about his name), Sangheili, and Jiralhanae. Unggoy he knows bits and pieces, enough to do a sale.
- Dexterous with hands for computing and knife fighting.
Weaknesses:
- Psychically weak and a bit cowardly.
- Not that great of a shot with a rifle or any heavy long arm.
Bio:
Born in a Kig-Yar conclave, far from Eayn, Bob's life was a fairly normal one for Kig-Yar that weren't scooped up by the Covenant. Learning about all the values of the Sao clan that the conclave was a part of, just an outpost and not its capital, and the Kig-Yar people in general. To work hard and earn enough money to have a great horde to sit on and wriggle in glee. But as there wasn't much fighting to do in and around his Conclave Bob was instead taught how to handle money and work with clients.
Throughout his life more and more other aliens started to arrive on their small planet outpost and tried to set up a life for themselves. The Kig-Yar, already settled in and living a good life with farms and mines, were more than happy to help these new arrivals. But interest was such a hard thing to explain across language barriers somtimes. So soon enough the Sao Compound had many new workers that were treated fairly as they worked off those tools they got, or items they purchased, or home. It was a good system, and Bob was one of the many Sao clan Kigs who dealt with those looking for funds or help for somthing.
He was the one on call when Mackius wandered into their Conclave looking for assistance, and with the big furballs skills in fighting his interest was payed off rather fast. But throughout his work for Sao Bob had become friends with the big lunk and now travels with him, sending funds back on occasion to Sao but mostly keeping most for Mackius's little business.
Rank: Formally a Kig-Yar Conclave moneylender.
Name: Bob
Species: Kig-Yar, Ruuhtian
Age: 28
Height: 5'6''
Weight: 110 lbs.
Appearance: Bob is a small Kig-Yar, with dull green skin, and looks fairly normal besides appearing to be shruken by about 7%ish. His eyes are the normal opaque of his kin but have some tinges of color inside them. But the rumors going around those that know him suspect these are contacts. On this Bob says nothing. Baring no large scars or battle wounds the only other outward difference from him and another other green skinned Ruuthian are some scroll tattoo designs on the backs of his hands and a little past his wrists, showing that in his old Conclave he worked with finances. His orange head and arm spines are kept to a mid length.
For clothing Bob often wears simple clothing that have pockets for what he needs to do his job. Often a flexible dark shirt that is easy to get on past his beak and spines but a bit harder to get off. A grey or green Cargo vest over that where he keeps his PP and other electronic devices in addition to writing tools. A dark belt, with a belt buckle of his old Conclave. And Cargo pants that are often rolled up to allow for his digigrade legs to move easier but if in the Warthog for extended periods or chilly places he lets the pants roll down to his feet. Often doesn't wear shoes but has a pair of short boots if needed.
Despite his lack of great strength of arm to say that Bob would be worthless in a fight would be an insult to himself, his Mama and Papa, and his old Conclaive. Just because he cant swing a chair that well he is a decent knife fighter and an alright shot with a pistol. As any Kig-Yar worth anything learned to fight, either by teachers or beatings; A serrated Kig-Yar blade, two of them, kept inside his vest and attached to his right side belt downward. And a Human M6C magnum attached to his belt on his left hand side for drawing and firing. A few extra mags often kept in the spare pockets on his vests and pants.
Strengths:
- Very intelligent and good with numbers and words. Speaks Kig-Yar, Human English (hes not a fan about Humans joking about his name), Sangheili, and Jiralhanae. Unggoy he knows bits and pieces, enough to do a sale.
- Dexterous with hands for computing and knife fighting.
Weaknesses:
- Psychically weak and a bit cowardly.
- Not that great of a shot with a rifle or any heavy long arm.
Bio:
Born in a Kig-Yar conclave, far from Eayn, Bob's life was a fairly normal one for Kig-Yar that weren't scooped up by the Covenant. Learning about all the values of the Sao clan that the conclave was a part of, just an outpost and not its capital, and the Kig-Yar people in general. To work hard and earn enough money to have a great horde to sit on and wriggle in glee. But as there wasn't much fighting to do in and around his Conclave Bob was instead taught how to handle money and work with clients.
Throughout his life more and more other aliens started to arrive on their small planet outpost and tried to set up a life for themselves. The Kig-Yar, already settled in and living a good life with farms and mines, were more than happy to help these new arrivals. But interest was such a hard thing to explain across language barriers somtimes. So soon enough the Sao Compound had many new workers that were treated fairly as they worked off those tools they got, or items they purchased, or home. It was a good system, and Bob was one of the many Sao clan Kigs who dealt with those looking for funds or help for somthing.
He was the one on call when Mackius wandered into their Conclave looking for assistance, and with the big furballs skills in fighting his interest was payed off rather fast. But throughout his work for Sao Bob had become friends with the big lunk and now travels with him, sending funds back on occasion to Sao but mostly keeping most for Mackius's little business.
