[/b]General Information[/b] Wal-Tok was born September 26th, 3263 in a modestly sized village. The male floran stands at 5'11", with a fairly thick build for his height. At the moment, he is not in any citizenships or factions, and is self-employed in hunting, gathering, and selling various homemade products for pixels. Wal-Tok has had a past of being targeted by large factions for the deeds he's accidentally committed, such as blowing up a medical bay and (being framed for) assassinating important figures. As a result, some of his old enemies are the Petrovitch and Godus families. [/b]Physical Appearance[/b] Wal-Tok is a 6'3" male floran with a fairly large build. For the most part, he is aware of how alerting he appears to most authoritative figures due to his common wear: an Frezorium-Aegisalt chestplate with a fairly large, spiked backpack. [/b]Personality[/b] Personality Type: EFSJ Political Ideology: The floran speaks with the classic floran lisp, but still attempts to speak as if he knows things. He tries to be fairly social, speaking mostly in terms of recently occuring events. Some of his greatest goals are to simply fit in with the fringe whilst also trying to remain neutral whilst doing so. He doesn't care about politics. [/b]Backstory[/b] Wal-Tok was born September 26th, 3284 in a modestly sized village. Initially the runt of the litter, he often times found himself struggling to get any food that was laid out from his family. As a result, he was often times hunting for himself at a fairly young age, sharing only when he saw another struggling runt. This involuntarily created a small, violent gang within the village, which he was quickly kicked out of for 'not being a g-runt' and refusing to burn down a small rival tribe's hut. He quickly moved out of the village thereafter, exploring the world with a blade in hand, unaware of the world around him. For the remainder of his youth he continued to live a fairly nomadic life, ignoring his past as he skins and sells pelts to various villages. Upon hitting adulthood, the floran had made a name for himself on his home planet, and had earned enough to pay not only for a ship, but also for basic lessons on how to pilot one. Unfortunately this ripped away most of his funding and quickly lead to him crash landing at a Gas Station, where he got the bearings of where he was: The Fringe.
Yes we are. If you want a reason why, I accidentally submitted this when I was contemplating making Wal-Tok's character sheet with very little to no changes to the template. As a result, I typed something up quickly, not second checking it and passing out shortly after for ~2 hours.
