<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>Speakeasy Introduction<br/><hr/><br/>Teslo frowned.  He felt like his heart was bleeding.  How could he help those children?  He'd already failed them...  Swallowing hard, he tuned his eyes back to the bounty hunter.  "You have that air about you, Kumon."  The Zabrack shook his head.  "I didn't cut myself loose.  I failed." He grit his teeth.<em>I failed my general.  I failed his padawan...  A girl I loved.  Those children don't need me.  They need to be as far away from...</em><br/><br/>Teslo frowned hard.  He didn't so much snap out of the spiral of guilt as he forgo about it completely.  "Kumon...  Do you have an Ion Gun?"