Kal Jeti

Name: Kal Jeti
Gender: Male
Age: 32years
Species: Lorrdian (Subgroup of Human)
Homeworld: Lorrd
Languages: Basic, Basic Trianii, Twi’lek, Kinetic Communication
Affiliation: Money and freedom
Personality
---Traits: Joker with a flair for pranks, very observetive, often mimics others to vent, and can be a bit forward at times.
---Likes: Small groups, karaoke. Warm weather, from growing up in a warmer equatorial region on Lorrd. Lining up a perfect shot.
---Dislikes: Slavery, due to his own planets history which is deeply engrained. Cold weather, over oppressive governments, untrained fighters, and strict or ‘overly’ serious individuals.
---Habits: A veritable traveler even when confined to one spot he always like to stay on the move in some fashion, and whether it be physically pacing or in relational terms he always is on the move. Sees individuals as open books and will often use this for shock or gag value depending on the mood of the situation. Some beliefs about the mood of a situation and resulting pranks to change it have led to his expulsion from some groups such as the Lorrdian Defense Fleet, Red Moon Mercenaries, CSA, and most recently Ekibo Defense Fleet.
---Strengths: Starfighters, rifles, reading people, and kinetic language.
---Weakness': Large ego, easily baited, and often gets himself in tough situations.
---Other Attributes: Extensive knowledge of some fighter types used in the past, kinetic communication, and ranged fighting.

Appearance
---Height: 5’10”
---Skin Color: Light tan.
---Hair Color: Dark Brown
---Eye Color: Green
---Other Details: Wears dark brown and green jump suit with a short bicep length brown poncho.
---Weapons: A Merr-Sonn’s MSD-32 disruptor pistol with a scope; E-11 blaster rifle; and Darksticks, some with a hollow tip, for up-close and distance fighting if necessary.

Personal Ship
---Type: Starfighter named Silent Night
---Description/Model: http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m254/Cucumber_Boy/joshsship.jpg
----Weapons: Two double blasters, one ion cannon, and two six magazine torp tubes.
----Extras: Cargo hold in the nose, and seating for one additional passenger(cramped).

The Force(Optional)
---Yes or No?: Yes
---Affiliation: N/A
---Lightsaber Type: N/A
---Blade Color: N/A
---Other: He is merely force sensitive, and has no training/learned ability or understanding of the force beyond an enhanced uptake of alien/beast languages he attributes to his kinetic communication abilities.


Biography
---Personal History: It was the best of times, it was the pink silly string of times.
Being born and raised on Lorrd near the capitol city he learned at an early age how to use kinetic communication to its full extent and began the lifelong process of looking for ways to add onto it. Being not exactly a road scholar or one for the Nuna Ball Team he sought a way to input into society while staying true to himself and to heritage. He found that in following his great-grandfathers footsteps and joining the Lorrd Defense Force.
After basic training and advanced training was over he found himself in an awkward situation, or rather his commanders did. He was an ace in the cockpit whether against AI’s, fellow pilots, or on pirate base raids for their sector, but back at base once a mission ended the pranks and lack of regulation behavior invariably broke the rules. It led to his eventual dishonorable discharge after five years of service when he pranked the then campaigning President of Lorrd into a cardio infarction. His only defense was that the man was obviously too uptight and that it wasn’t fatal once the medics arrived and corrected the President’s heart back into line with the rest of living beings.
Deciding that he might be better off in the galaxy at large where his name wouldn’t tarnish any of his families he joined the Red Moon Mercenaries, one of the few more moral groups at the time that he found. His stay with them included more training for being able to fight on the ground as well as a pilot to be more useful on missions. His training was performed by his company leader Le, an Kerestian master of Darksticks, from whom he quickly became skilled until he was transferred to another unit as their pilot and silent fighter. When he was transferred Le gave him a set of modern Darksticks and older versions so that he would have a full set all his own. They are one his most valued possessions to this day, more valuable to him than any ship. During his four years with them he went on many missions that appealed to his moral tastes that allowed outlets for his pranks onto the enemy, unfortunately a lull in such an outlet quickly led to another incident from which he excused himself before he could be fired or severely reprimanded.
Heading to an area where credits were hopefully not too difficult to come by, he bummed around in the CSA for a brief time before hiring himself out to the organization. During his service, he fought in battles against the Vong and at one point was sent to fight the Trianii Uprising on the border. During his battles, he invariably heard rumors and leaks about those he was fighting, “The Vong why they’re the invaders from beyond the galaxy while these Trianii are just a bunch of uppity slaves that have too much spirit.” As his carrier’s captain ill advisedly informed him. That was the end of his career with the CSA, in the next offensive battle against the Trianii he made a dive dirt side of Ekibo transmitting the schematics of the other ships as well as the one he abandoned on an open frequency with weakness’ highlighted for reference. Thus ending his two years service in the CSA Fighters Corps.
After six months of observations, studies, and hearings he was released by his then captors and given the option of a continued semi-military career as a pilot for their planetary defense fleet as they kept any attempts by the Vong, CSA, or rogue/pirate group. He accepted and although apart of the squad he was never apart of that world, and he felt it every day he flew for it in his three years of service especially every time he walked into a room as schematics or other such details were quickly hidden. Having had enough of such a fake accepting life where his pranks were only tolerated since they kept everyone on their toes and for his previous aid, he finally decided to head back into the galaxy at large, probably to some galaxy-forgotten sector and begin his life anew with his new fighter that he took with him. Silent Night.