Editing Merc (Template)

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*'''''Character Name:'''''
*'''''Type: '''''Merc
*'''''Gender/Species: '''''
*'''''Age: '''''
*'''''Height: '''''
*'''''Weight:'''''
*'''A Quote''': "Sergeant Harbon told me something like this on Ferton.'"
*'''''Physical Description:'''''
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*'''Dexterity 3D+2'''
*  Blaster
*  Brawling parry
*  Dodge
*  grenade
*  Melee combat
*  Melee parry
*Vehicle blasters
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*  Command
*  Con
*  Gambling
*  Hide
*  Search
*  Sneak
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*'''Knowledge 2D+2'''
*  Alien species
*  Languages
* Planetary systems
* Streetwise
* Survival
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*'''Strength 3D+2'''
*  Brawling
*  Climbing/jumping
*  Stamina
*  Swimming
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*'''Mechanical 2D+2'''
*  Beast riding
*  Ground vehicle operation
*  Repulsorlift operation
*  Starship gunnery
*  Walker operation
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*'''Technical 3D'''
*  Computer programming/repair
*  Demolitions
*  First aid
*  Security
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*'''Special Abilities'''
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*'''Move '''10
*'''Force Sensitive? '''
*'''Force Points '''
*'''Dark Side Points'''
*'''Character Points'''
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'''Equipment: '''Uniform of your unit, blaster rifle (5D), melee weapon of your choice, comlink, backpack, protective helmet (+1D physical, +1 energy), 2000 credits

'''Background:''' The Company meant everything to you. You joined up as a kid, raw off the farm, eager to find the camaraderie you'd only known from vidshows. It was everything you'd thought it would be. Some called them mercenaries, but they were your only friends.

You fought with the Company through two grueling battles, surviving more by luck than by skill. You became a full-fledged member of the finest body of men and women in the galaxy. Someday, you hoped to be everything that they were.

Then came the battle. The Empire hired you to defend a base and told you there'd be reinforcements if there was trouble.

Then the Rebels came. You fought desperately. Again and again the call went out for reinforcements. They never came.

Later, you learned you'd been betrayed. The Imperials never planned to rescue you. Mercenaries were expendable. Your unit was considered too dangerous to run around loose. So they told you that another company of mercs was a group of Rebels. They gave the same orders to the other squad - that ''your ''company was a Rebel unit. And you cut each other to ribbons.

So many friends gone. So much lost forever. Your whole future - destroyed. This time, you won't fight for pay. This time, you'll fight for revenge.

'''Personality:''' Inclined to depression and nostalgia for lost comrades. You're an individualist (the Company taught you that), but you work smoothly as part of an organization (the Company thaught you that, too).

'''Objectives:''' You're too busy dwelling on getting even with the Empire to think about what you want out of lifeTo restore yourself to your rightful place of honor and respect. There is all that blather about the fight for democracy, but it will pass in good time.

'''Connection With Characters:''' You might have been hired by the family of any senatorial or noble. You might have helped occupy any other character's homeworld or been hired by a smuggler or bounty hunter.



'''Source: '''Game Master Screen Revised

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