Brooksi Kazmer

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Name: Brooksi Kazmer
Class: Smuggler
Age: Twenty-Two
Sex: Male
Height/Weight: 5’11” – One Hundred Fifty-four lbs.
Species: Human (Anaxes)
Items: Companion2000, Wallet, Cheap Comlink.

• Never in snug material, Brooksi’s attire usually consists of cotton long sleeve shirts covered with even more comfortable light-colored sweaters. Commonly wearing hats that he collects from the major cities ventures to, his clothing also becomes slightly diverse, with a combination of different cultural clothing tied together with good fashion tastes. Brooksi’s bottoms are either cargo trousers or dark-colored slacks; complemented with operational boots.
  
• Proton Carbine, bought off the black market. Obviously, being one to upgrade everything he owns, he bought a scope attachment, a stronger power cell, and a fresh white Ice Cream paint job. It’s slick.

Bio:

• Bred in Anaxes, Brooksi was a fatherless, poverty-stricken child. Living his infanthood through compensations for some militaristic act that his father had performed in the past, Brooksi was destined to cause trouble, being born from what some called the wicked witch of Anaxes. However, his mother provided all that she could. Brooksi was deprived, not physically though. He was given meals, it’s just his living and sanitary factors lacked some quality.
  
  As a young adult, Brooksi decided to participate in the Anaxes common educational system; although he was well-spoken and inquisitive, he became even more unfortunate by being declined membership. Instead of getting an education, he delved into books in the community’s library. He was rather aloof during his teenage years. He loathed everything, because of their inability to give him some assistance. That was all that he desired, some assistance. He was determined to grow and develop his occupational potential, so he could in turn, save his small family from poverty.
  
  When a conscript service came through Anaxes, Brooksi applied for a frontal assault force; the kind of soldiers that would go in first and most likely never come back. He performed a quick demolition assignment on some rebelling forces in Corellia, performing something of a police service to the neighboring cities. While returning from this mission, his sleeping area was checked for safety precautions, and under his bed were some illegal hallucinogens. He obviously didn’t put the substances there, but he was discharged for that; putting it on his record. This taint disallowed him to pursue another job after the military service, which basically screwed him.
  
  He was sent back to Corellia for some criminal habilitation center, but during his travel, he escaped from the convoy and hid away in the Corellian slums. There, desperate and angry with the world, he gained a friend in the local Hutt lord. He performed his first Hutt smuggling assignment at the age of twenty-one.
  
  Since then, his outlook on life completely changed. He created a philosophy on how life was something of a game that he needed to win, no matter the obstacles. No matter how innocent that sounds, he did so through criminal activity.
  
  
• He refuses to participate in bounty hunting, but would be willing if necessary. He gained the admiration of many through his reckless, yet quick smuggling ability. He also gained quite a reputation of finding ways to escape raiding pirates.
  
  Optimistic isn’t the word. His profound determination to become wealthy materialistically can be considered insignificant in the vast frontier that is space; however, his immense belief that such a thing is the only exciting factor about living life, without much education as a Anaxan smuggler, seems to actually attempt to make sense. All in all, he wants to make it big. Even though such a statement may also sound ridiculous, he believes that it isn’t.
  
  He’s arrogant, selfish; yet slightly compassionate, a trait he gained from his recently fallen mother. Don’t get the wrong idea, he is a gangster. He is a cruel, shady man, who honestly could care less if you were a comrade and then died. However, he absolutely respects those who live life to the fullest. In this same case, he is an absolute anarchist. He thinks of the those in authority as organized thugs, who get away with theft through promises of military and order. These men sicken him, but it doesn’t mean that he wouldn’t have a beer with them.
  
  Because his complete lack of admiration to the authority, he does everything possible to keep both excitement and rather criminal activities in his lifestyle. Most would believe that such a thing is foolish, and he’s just a regular space criminal. He is. He doesn’t make himself seem psychotic, or standoffish. He’s generally a man who picked his place in life, but doesn’t mind sharing it with others…no matter their race, affiliation, or rank.

Alignment: (True) Neutral

Strength: 2
Agility: 5
Will Power: 3
Force Power: n/a