<strong>Name:</strong>Tartris (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2273179)<br/><strong><br/>Physical Description:</strong>Image is coming of him, I just commissioned it.<br/><br/><strong>Age: </strong>35<br/><strong><br/>Race:</strong>Trandoshan<br/><strong><br/>Profession/Specialization:</strong>Technician (Outlaw Tech/Slicer)<br/><br/><strong>Bio:</strong>I had set out so many years ago it almost seems a life time ago, a young kid just trying to make his way through the galaxy full of pride and eager to seek out his fortune, using his skills with the machine and computer to forge his way but...<em>Taking a long draw of his cigarette and blowing out a puff of smoke</em>those kinds of tales only exist in fairy tales. No you see the hunt has always been a tricky thing, always winding and twisting but this time the hunter had become the hunted. After finding myself on one of those worlds famed for hiring mechanics with not quite the right credentials and willing to look the other way I found myself in a whole mess of trouble wound up working for several of those less then moral imperial bastards that put me to work in one of their foundries on Fondor breaking down wrecked and outdated imperial ships. Day in and out working for dirt money besides the hot blasting furnaces that would scald your flesh off by merely standing there. The foreman though was a right bastard, a pudgy little human with a twisted smile that could curdle the soul.<br/><br/>He had his... favorite toy of punishment "Old Sparky" would send you in a tizzy for a bit if he found you disapproving in any way to his sadistic gaze. Of course being the large, freaky alien I was he found me a particular delight in showing what would happen if "Old Sparky" touched you. Day in and out he wore me down till I had just enough. After him patrolling the worksite he came up behind me and insulted me, I delivered him years of anguish and hatred in a single blow, enough was enough but I soon felt his wrath as he returned a very sharp and pointed hatred back.<em>Pointing to his eye patch with one of his thick fingers.</em>He proceeded to burn the side of my face off with "Old Sparky" loosing me an eye which forced me to be taken to the infirmary. After spending a week recovering under the more tender care of the doctor I was forced back to work with my debt hanging over my head but this time I had enough.<br/><br/>When my foreman came back around I showed him just how much of a fuck I didn't give. Taking this hear flame projector I promptly lit the man on fire and shoved him into the blast furnace so I could hear his screams as he would be sent to hell. There I moved onto more lucrative work once I left the planet, turns out criminals need their shit fixed and places broken into. So I worked for a few people as a fixer of their weapons especially the very poor state that often most of these weapons were in. Utilizing my knowledge of ships you would be terribly surprised how often people just copy and paste their programs from one system to another, lazy and easy to break into. Still here I am working bit more as an independent contractor, though I am certain that all these modifications I am making to guns such as my more boss like pirate leader Bree is gonna come after my ass soon enough. Bree is quite the lady but too much of the crazy juice for my taste, I have been doing mostly work for her local goons in more recent days.<br/><br/><strong>Kinks:</strong>Tartris is very much so a rough player, he likes to be the dominant one pinning down his partner and possibly even tying them up for his pleasure. Certainly he likes his bondage play and his domination not to mention a more submissive partner that is eager to please him, gratifying his ego in the process.  I am more fine with lewd stuff happening.<br/>