Name: Valok Haal
Appearance: 6', athletic build, light skin tone, short brown hair and dark brown eyes.
Personality: He is generally calm and level headed, usually keeps to himself but will voice his opinion if deemed necessary. He also tends to observe people and situations before making a decision on his next move.
Previous Occupation: Agricultural Farmer
Additional Skills: Sharpshooter, Heavy Equipment Mechanic
Loyalties: His Clan and personal Code of Honor
Armor: Scout set Beskar'gam (Boba type setup) - Primary pieces painted rust red with beige and gold details; mismatched brown(R) and yellow(L) gauntlets, with grey/beige cod and neck plates over a gray flightsuit.
Equipment: Typical ammunition and storage pouches worn with his armor, medical kit, small blaster/slugthrower mantainence kit, fully equipped sensor array built into his helmet with rangefinding hardware as well as holonet and ground-to-orbit communications capability.
Weapons: Modified (Collapsable) Czerka Series 145 Scoped Slugthrower; Morellian Weapons Conglomerate .48 caliber Enforcer Pistol carried on his right hip, plus a snubnosed DE-10 blaster pistol tucked inside his boot.
Gauntlet Weapons: (L) Dur-24 wrist laser, MM9 wrist rocket; (R) Integrated FWG-5 flechette launcher
Bio: Vahlok was born and raised on Mandalore, the youngest of four brothers, growing up as farm hands on the Haal Clan Agricultural Farm; now currently a major supplier of food on the regional scale surrounding the Kelita valley and Keldabe. Things worked out well for him at first in the family business, so Valok decided to stay under contract for his father when he came of age. Eight years of crucial work maintaining equipment and keeping local wildlife out of the growing zones had kept his mind sharp and an excellent shot, but he decided it was in his best interests to move on after the job had been completed. In recent months, Valok left the Farm to stay with his older cousin, Solus Auurin, to train for the weeks ahead of him as a Mercenary; in this time he learned advanced ballistics and honed his skills as a sharpshooter, along with building a client database and sub-contractor network to rely on steady work. Finally, Valok was ready step off world and face the galaxy for the first time
"Shabla Deathwatch." Solus muttered while piloting his speeder through the streets of Keldabe. "There for a while I didn't have to see their bantha-ugly faces around here until all the political mess with the frackin' Pacifists."
"We aren't going to be able to stay out of it for long." Valok sighed. "Revolution is on the horizon, alot of Mando'ad see it."
"Way I see it, the strongest will come out on top...and it ain't gonna be either one of them two." Solus smirked. "And I'll make sure of it, even if that means the death of me."
"I say let those two fight it out, then we'll just clean up what's left." Valok grinned. "After all, how hard can it be to run a nomadic warrior people?"
"Heh, not that easy ad'ika, not that easy." Solus chuckled as they pulled up to one of his usual tapcafs. "Grab your bag, this is the place. The man you need to talk to is sitting in the corner booth, his name's Drakus. Ralin Drakus." Solus gestured to the door. "No need for me to introduce you, now go. K'oyacyi."
"Ret'urcye mhi." Valok nodded, they clasped forearms and went their separate ways. "Ralin Drakus, eh?...Hmm."
Valok grabbed his bag and threw it over his shoulder as he walked up to the door entering into the dimly lit establishment. The majority of patrons glanced at him for just a moment a he stepped in, but resuming their meals afterwards. Valok simply nodded in acknowledgement to those that kept their eyes on him as he worked his way around the numerous dining tables centered in the room. He finally moved up to the granite serving counter to order a tall glass of tihaar from the barkeep; grunting in amusement as a portion that had sloshed onto the bar fizzled as it hit some unknown residue coating most of the stone top. After a few swigs of the fruity, yet fiery clear liquid, he casually observed the corner where Solus had indicated his old partner was sitting.
...That has to be him there...
He took a long gulp of the strong liquor and made his way over to the man, noticing a clean, but battle-damaged helmet on the table. In front of him sat a scarred warrior with a cold expression on his face, fumbling with the empty glass at his fingertips.
Valok paused for a moment. "Beggin your pardon, you mind if a I take a seat?"
He noticed the man's eyes narrow on him a long moment, then nod to the opposite side of the booth he was sitting.
"Thanks. I don't mean to intrude, my name is Valok, Valok Haal." Before sitting down, Valok carefully set his bag down on the floor beside his at the booth. He moved to the center of the seat, placing his glass of tihaar on the table. He noticed the man relax slightly, leaning back in the booth.
"What can I do for you, Valok Haal?" The man said, almost uninterested.
"I believe you know a brother of mine, Solus Auurin." Valok leaned forward slightly. "What do you know about the Karrek job?"