Name: Zodroc Trodrol
Type: Tough Native
Gender/Species: Male/Kaleesh
Age/Height/Weight: 24  6'3"  200 lbs

Move 10
Force Sensitive? N
Force Points 1
Dark Side Points 0
Character Points 10
Credits 100

Dexterity 4D                Strength 4D
 Archaic Guns                Brawling 6D
 Bows                         (S) Hapan Martial Arts 7D
 Brawling Parry                +1D damage
 Dodge 5D                      Feint
 Melee Combat 6D               Snap Kick
  (S) Double Vibroblade 7D     Triple Kick
 Melee Parry                 Climbing/Jumping
 Running                     Lifting
 Thrown Weapons              Stamina 5D
  (S) Throwing Knife 5D
  
Perception 2D+2             Mechanical 2D+2
 Search                      Beast Riding
 Sneak
  
Knowledge 2D+2              Technical 2D
 Intimidation                First Aid
 Survival                     

Equipment:
Double Vibroblade
Primitive Shield
Throwing Knife [2] 
War clothing (robes, headdress, skull mask)  

Backstory

Your native planet was settled a thousand years ago by shipwrecked spacers. It lost contact with the galaxy, and its technology regressed. Only a few years ago, your planet was rediscovered by free traders -- smugglers, actually. You're a little dazzled by all these starships and rayguns and such -- you're much more at home with honest technologies that normal human beings can understand, like sailing ships, rifles, zeppelins and gas lamps.

You grew up as an honest farmer's child, taught to fear the deity, love your parents, and serve your monarch. You joined the Queen's Own Grenadiers as a youth, and saw a little action on one campaign. Your Queen sent you (and others of her servants) to find out more about the galaxy and what contact with it might mean. You send her reports weekly -- but you're increasingly worried. The Empire would crush your planet like an insect. Joining the Rebellion may be your planet's only hope.

Your style of dress matches the traditional clothing of your homeworld.