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Name: Winston Locke
Gender: Male
Age: 22 (?)
Race: White
Personality: He is a joker by nature, even in situations where his life is in danger. He's most comfortable when smiling and often is seen with an alcoholic beverage in hand. He has zero clue he can use the Force.
Alignment: Neutral Good
Appearance: He has medium length light brown hair that he slicks back every morning with gel, but it will often begin to come undone by the end of the day and falls over his face. His skin is naturally tan, even during the winter. His jawline is almost always dusted with a thin covering of hair, despite the fact he shaves every morning. His left hand has been replaced by a mechanical prosthetic after getting into a fight with a Tusken Raider. He wears a glove at all time to hide it. He is around 6'0", but most likely on the shorter side
Attire: The light blue blazer, along with the matching linen pants and spit-shined black dress shoes. When causal, he typically wears a white tank top under an aviator jacket, with a pair of frayed and faded jeans and simple boots.
Weapon of Choice: A280 Blaster Rifle
Languages spoken: Um….name them, he can speak it
Family: None
Home Planet: Corellia
Backstory: (I'll reveal it in the roleplay, I swear)
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Pain. That's what greeted Winston when he woke up. A deep, burning pain coming from his left side, almost like it was coming from beneath his skin. The last thing he remembered last night was taking his 15th shot and playfully smacking the back of a Wookie's head. Shit, what did he do this time?
The home he was in was hot and barren, with literally no moisture in the air at all. The walls seemed to be hastily built out of some sort of sandstone, all uneven and rough. Everything was covered with a thin layer of dust, even the blanket he was under. And, sadly, his entire mouth, since he was a mouth breather in his sleep. A single glass window placed in just the right spot to let the sunlight fall onto his face did its job perfectly. So, to sum up his morning in one word was shitty.
What really woke him up was the woman sitting across from him. She had really blonde hair. Almost white. It was pulled back into a tight, efficient ponytail, not even a hair escaping the grasp of her hair tie. Or maybe she tied it back with wire. She had the style that would match it. Her eyes were glazed over and….terrifying. Like she was staring right through him. His eyes traveled down to her hip, where two lightsaber hilts hung. That, combined with the all-black outfit, made his morning even worse than it already was. If it was even possible. A god damn SIth long. The fuck did I do?
"Well……fuck," he said, sitting up despite how badly it hurt. I'm about to die. "You, uh…..forgot to knock."
(Y'know the whole thing where they see each other without actually being there? That's what is happening)
(Ahhhh OK)
Halo glared at him, standing up. "I don't believe I did. I really don't want to be here right now." She responded walking over to him with a tight frown. "You look miserable, and you have looked better. That's not saying much." She muttered sharply.
"So where are you? If you don't mind me asking. You obviously know I can't see your surroundings." Halo clicked her tongue walking around the room in circles. She wasn't sure why she was here, but she was given a chance to find him. So she was going to take it.
"Um……can I ask a question?" he asked, putting a hand on his side as he slid off of the bed. His rifle laid on a table, directly behind Halo. No way in hell was he about to get to it without getting cut in half. Shit, this had to happen right after he got shot. "Why in all hell would I tell you where I am? I have to use my toes to count the amount of times you've tried to kill me. And if now is one of those times, I'd have to add my nose to the equation."
“Well, I thought I’d give it a shot.” She sighed unhilting her saber. “It’s always the same with you though. I ask, you Deny, I still manage to find you. What else did you expect Locke?” Halo asked with a tight face. “Though I’d rather capture you, and keep you alive for a little while longer.” She muttered stepping backwards a bit. “You should take that as a good sign.” Flipping her saber on, she watched it carefully. “Am I right?”
"I find it hard to trust anything you say, if I'm honest," he admitted, backing up into the wall behind him. This was literally the worse spot to have a fight. Confined space meant his rifle was almost useless (if he could even get to it,) she could catch him with the lightsaber from almost anyplace he went, and he was hurting. "Why even waste the time to capture me if you can kill me right here? What about me is so damn important that you're willing to chase me across the entire fucking galaxy?"
She watched him, feeling like he was trying to do something. Halo wasn't sure what exactly, but what kind of moron backs himself into a wall while the other is holding a lightsaber? "I have my reasons. Especially since it's quite not the same." She flipped it off again, mostly just fiddling with it. "I'm not really here, so it feels wrong to strike you down. And besides, it's unfair for you, you don't even own a lightsaber to my knowledge. If you did, you're an idiot for not using it." She hissed through her teeth.
"Never was good with swords," he admitted, suddenly springing off of the wall. His side seared with pain, but he'd worry about that once he was safely away from the Sith Lord. One would expect him to run straight for the door, but Winston charged right into Halo, lowering his shoulder and slammed it into her stomach. It sent her crashing into the wall behind her, where a home sign fell off of a shelf and landed in her lap. It read, "Loved my time in Tatooine!"
Winston paid no mind to any of this, snatching up his gun and hustling straight to the door and slipping out of the home. His shoes and the rest of his supplies were in the home still, but he was safer just getting to his ship and taking off than going back for them. Now….where the hell was his ship?
"Is that-" She wasn't even able to finish her sentence as she saw him running at her. Nothing could be done, it was too late. She felt herself slam into the wall after her slammed himself into her. She groaned in pain, holding her gut when a sign fell into her lap. Gritting her teeth, she looked at it, feeling a little better about this whole thing. She knew where he was now.
Standing up, she held her head (which had taken a lot of the impact) and set her saber on a table near by. "I need to speak with the commander." Halo spat over the communicator. "Now."
"Commander is in the middle of a battalion inspection, Lord," a fuzzy voice responded back. The Stormtrooper helmets mixed with the comm's interference made it almost impossible to understand what someone was saying, "She asks how urgent is the need to see her?"
Ah. The hunk of junk was off about 500 meters from the hut, seeming to be intact. Thank god the Jawas haven't gotten to it yet. Winston limped forward, a hand over the bandage wrapped around his waist as he held the gun in his other hand.
“Very urgent. You know what, just send the command fleet to Tatooine. We have to get the immediately.” Halo spat over the communicator, still holding her head. It was searing with pain, her gut didn’t feel much better either. “My orders, I’ll explain my actions to the commander later.”