Name: Travis Johnson<br/>Species: Human<br/>Age: 20<br/>Sex: Male<br/>Home World: Nar Shaddaa<br/>Orientation: Straight<br/>Ons: Dancing, Gambling, petite women, long hair, blood<br/>Offs: poopoo and peepee are no noes. people that talk too much, being lied to<br/>Occupation prior to enslavement: Pit fighter, and thief<br/>Skill in the Force you foresee your character excelling in though development[I.E. Healing, reflexes, etc]: Stealth/Reflexes<br/>Weapon of choice: Knives/short swords, probably pretty good with a light saber later<br/>Initial Moral Affinity: About dark 1, a bit outside of neutral.<br/>Appearance: Travis is about 5'10" and weighs 165lbs. He has long black hair and light brown skin. He has a lean build and an agile gait. His eyes are dark brown. He presents a jovial non-threatening expression through most situations.<br/>Personality: Travis is quaky and very upbeat in near every situation. Though he may have plenty to worry, he'll keep the same smile and careless demeanor. He doesn't often think too far through each thing he does, but he's pretty good at ending up on top. Travis has a knack for catching people off guard and getting along with most people he meets. These traits come in handy if you have to fight them later, or pick their pockets clean. He's not opposed to killing someone if he can't get around them, and when he is in a situation where bloodshed is required he enjoys himself more then he'll admit with a clear conscious.<br/><br/>History:<br/><br/>Travis grew up poor on Nar Shaddaa, his mother was a waitress and his father vanished when he was four. He was a very helpful child, doing everything he could to help his mother and keep their home clean. Growing up running through the slums, Travis picked up a certain knack for making wallets light. He would slip coins into his mothers room where she wouldn't be too suspicious of finding it. Of course, like many young thieves his mother caught him eventually and scolded him.<br/><br/>When Travis hit his early teens he found a stranger in his home, rummaging through the place. When Travis charged at the man with a knife he was pinned and knocked unconscious, and he woke up with his mother dead beside him. A message was cut into the ceiling above his head, "You're debt is still due." With a new understanding Travis went into hiding, keeping himself away from the spotlight, living on what he stole or what he could win at cards.<br/><br/>Travis soon began to get tired of the slow gain of pickpocketing and starting hitting residences. For a while all was well, and then he's family past caught up and he had a debt to pay. He was caught by a few strong men from an unknown crime boss, and thrown into pit fighting. At 17 he went from hiding and running for his life to fighting for it. At first it just seemed like he was lucky, thrown into the pit with an ice pick and no clothing and coming out alive. Later, after a few fights he slowly became a crowd favorite, always grinning, often laughing as he cut at his opponents tendons with a knife. The pits forced a odd brutality into Travis, one that was noticed and appraised worthy of Imperial service... as a slave.<br/><br/>After a simple exchange of credits while Travis spent a night under guard at a Cantina, Travis had a new debt collector. He stumble into his nice private cage in handcuffs only to realize he wasn't alone, and just a suddenly he was no longer conscious. Later, the young man awoke with a terrible head ache, chained to a group of stranger on a transport ship.