User Profile

Name: Socks.

Species: Irken.

Age: 41

Height: 5'3"

Weapons/Abilities: Carries two pistols at his hips and two fighting fans as well as a long dagger in his right boot. Exceptional pilot. His small cruiser is armed with enough weaponry to get out of the occasional scuffle. Doesn't have the best aim but is close enough to get his message across. Carries alot of maps to ensure he never gets lost traveling. Socks is better at close range melee combat, something that doesn't come up very often, if he's lcuky.

Personality: Socks is a rather easy going fellow who has a dark sense of humour combined with a wide sarcastic streak. He takes promises very seriously and values greatly everything he owns. Knows when to keep his head down. Has moments of depression and at times may seem a bit jaded but usually friendly enough. Can be abrasive at first since the fall of the Empire has left even fewer to trust.

Bio: An ex-pilot of the Armada, Socks has had extensive training flying various types of ships. Passed his basic military training but never pursued it as a career, turning to flight. He picked up basic mechanics so that he could fix smaller things so as not to waste time with the Tech's. Been around the galaxy a few times, knows the general lay-out and such. Lost his lover eight years after the destruction of Irk and fled with the rest to Veloixs and is now a messenger, a dangerous occupation. He flies out in his small ship, running important tasks or messages around and bringing things back. Occasionally he will take on a partner but only someone he trusts completely.

Location: Veloixs is his new home, but he is there only half the time. The rest is spent off-world.

http://skittlesfairy.deviantart.com/art/Disguise-71250178 This is the disguise used when entering very Irken non-friendly places.
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