Shraka Lar Amour

The Wastrel

• First Glance

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• Run-Down

  • Full Name: Shraka Lar Amour
  • Species: Human [Variant]
  • Sub-Species: Serian, Wastrel
  • Sex: Male
  • Orientation: ¯_(ツ)_/¯
  • Occupation: Gunslinger, Being Poor and/or Homeless
  • Usual Location: Desolate; Outer Eden
  • Education: Poor
  • Languages: Galactic Common, Fluent Serian Native, Basic Orikai Rune-Speak
  • Height: 6'1"
  • Weight: 255

• Appearance

  Shraka stands in at six-foot one and sets the scales at around two-hundred-and-fifty-five pounds of tattered, irradiated meat. He has a bright, almost ghostly complexion and is covered in the remains of prior wounds. Every inch of his skin can be seen leading into a scar at some point, and the afflictions which caused these brands vary. Shraka has been shot, burned, stabbed, slashed, cut, and shot with energy casters multiple times throughout his career, and his shredded body shows it.
  
  His face is hard, and chiseled- also baring the same amount of 'damage' as the rest of his being. Little cuts and divots are plainly seen in his jaw, and his cheekbones, while it seems as if shrapnel had once been implanted into his face. His head holds a full, wavy set of locks, and from under the hair draped over his face rests a set of tungsten-colored eyes. Shraka's lips are chapped, he usually looks a little under slept, and a consistent shadow of unkempt beard dots his face.
  
  Nine times out of ten, he smells of tobacco smoke and hard liquor, with a hit of gunpowder residue.

• Psychology, Personality.

  The wastrel's brain is quite the nut to crack. Truthfully, Shraka seems incredibly easy-going, for what the mound of meat and scar-tissue's been through. Often his demeanor is care-free, and intentionally 'uninformed'. Unless it's dire, there are few things that get in Shraka's way when he's fixin' on having a good ol' time.
  
  Above all other traits, Shraka holds loyalty over anything else. He tries to be 'friends' with everyone, but only a couple people get to be his 'folk'. The wastrel dishes out genuine trust very rarely; but say a few good words about him, and he'll back you up in the next bar-brawl. Given the situation, Shraka's usually the first to crack out a poor joke or an even worse pun, and can go back and forth for hours if given proper 'attention' for his antics.

• S.T.A.T.S [1 - 20]

  STRENGTH [STR]	Burly [14]	AGILITY [AGL]	Average [10]
  DEXTERITY [DEX]	Quickdraw [20]	PERCEPTION [PER]	Deadeye [16]
  ENDURANCE [END]	'Athletic' Smoker [9]	VITALITY [VIT]	Meatwagon [18]
  INTELLIGENCE [INT]	Uneducated [6]	WISDOM [WIS]	Street Smart [10]
  CHARISMA [CHR]	Anxious War-Vet [5]	LUCK [LCK]	Spilled Salt [3]