<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8f/8c3613edc2efe7d94aeb43f234ff3d0988a626ff_hq.jpg)</div><strong>Teslo Ran</strong>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2303053)<br/><br/><strong>Hit Points :</strong>74 / 74<br/><strong>Condition :</strong>0 (Healthy)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Defenses</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Reflex :</strong> 21 (Flat Footed 20)<br/><strong>Fortitude :</strong> 20<br/><strong>Will :</strong> 16<br/></div></div><br/><strong>Noteworthy Features :</strong>Chocolate brown cloak with the hood down revealing a bald head, tan head, black horns, and zabrack traditional tattoos.  Young features, haunted eyes, full lips.  The cloak is fine and clean, with epulettes exaggerating the shoulders.  The broche is a copper and gold university seal.  Plain brown duffel bag.<br/><strong>Tag :</strong>For the kittens!<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Teslo was smiling.   Perhaps this was going to work out.  If this man's bio was to be believed, he had good reasons to be so cold.  His relationship with his tooka showed there was still someone approachable underneath it all.  Someone humans.  Someone who hasn't lost their capacity for play.<br/>Yellow King was a man Teslo thought he could possibly some day call friend.<br/>He turned to the gruff tooka--a little saddened that she completely ignored his attempt to give her a pet.  Nonetheless, he bowed, "I entrust these kittens into your care, Your Majesty.  I hope you will be friends."<br/>"Well, then, Captain," Teslo said.  "I'm looking forewords to serving under you.  You'll find I'm a fully qualified pilot, systems operator, and sensor operator.  I can fight to defend your ship. I'm a qualified gunner and have studied tactics.  Our stated agreement is to serve as your crew in return for room, board and passage to the outer rim, and we are open to negotiate a new contract upon the completion of this agreement.  My name is Tesslo Ran. I herby give my word of honor to fulfill my obligations in this contract.  I pledge to obey my captain, defend your ship, and honor your queen."<br/>Teslo took a step back and crouched. He carefully drew a bayonet from his boot.  Looking at his reflection in the computer console, he marked a spot on his cheek with one finger.  Teslo carefully made an incision with the bayonet.  "Let this cut be my pledge.  if I fulfill my oath, I claim the honor of an<em>al'jani</em>tattoo to represent the fulfillment of  my sworn obligation.  If I fail in my pledge, let the unadorned scar show my shame and dishonor to all who see my face."