A recent arrival to the Smuggler's Moon, Khalim is a freelance pilot. Though known to take on contracts with the region's many large corporations as a transport pilot of some repute, he's been increasingly seen associating with known Shadowport affiliations, as well as some members of Black Diamond Security. In addition to his exposure to Nar Shaddaa's seedy underbelly, Khalim is also something of a renowned dance club hound, and has been known to throw down in serious biz 'combat dance-offs'.
The Mirialan male that stands before you appears to still have one foot in early adulthood, with a surface (and genetically fortunate) youthfulness betrayed only by the emergence of a handful of soft lines at the corner of each brown eye. By Human standards Khalim would be considered to be of slightly above average height and build, with a clear - though far from pronounced - athleticism, lean and strong rather than built.
Marking him as near-Human, his skin is the rich green hue of a freshly picked manta pear and can take on a very subtle blueish hue under the right light. A closely cropped mop of dark brown hair enjoys a cursory attempt at styling, though it results in little more than a still-unkempt roguish look. Whether displaying a smile or frown, it tends to be given alongside an expressive glint in those brown eyes.
As is custom with most Mirialans, Khalim's face is adorned with several sequences of black tattoos. Their geometric shapes and patterns are symmetrical, and extend from chin to cheek along each side of his jaw, with additional story told down each side of his neck.
He is currently wearing a pair of dark grey synth-weave field pants, a handful of reinforcing fabric panels ensuring its durability. Above can be seen a comfortable looking "Nar Shaddaa appropriate" button shirt in blue with distinctive gold-colored thread. A simple belt, stylish in its black nerf-hide, keeps the pants up. A blaster pistol can be seen, as well as a simple belt adapter for an ANCIENT looking little 'pad unit, all covered in scuffs and scrapes.
He is currently wearing a stylish suit cut in a distinctive Mirialan fashion. A suit jacket in a rich silken black sports a stiff collar, slightly higher than is the traditional Coruscanti norm. Beneath can be seen a poplin black dress shirt, held closed by black ivory buttons. Whole cut dress shoes, lustrous in the depth of their blackness and looking very expensive, complete the ensemble.
He is currently wearing a stylish space tuxedo cut in a distinctive and at the same time somewhat historically antiquated - even more fashionable for it - Mirialan design. A jacket in a rich silken black sports a stiff collar, slightly higher than is the traditional Coruscanti norm. A vest and sash in grey with intricate white scrollwork is worn over a poplin black dress shirt, held closed by black ivory buttons. Whole cut dress shoes, lustrous in the depth of their blackness and looking very expensive, complete the ensemble.
|Species: Mirialan||Gender: Male||Age: 32|
|Height: 5'11" / 1.8m||Weight: 185 lb / 84kg||Eye Color: Brown|
|Hair Color: Brown||Skin Color: Green||Handedness: Right|
Void Blur - A Mon Calamari shipyards produced Clearwater Transport, the Void Blur is a heavily modified combat-capable medium transport.
- Mirialan - Khalim was born and raised on Mirial. If you're Mirialan or have lived/worked on Mirial we could have some connection!
- Pilot - A respected deep space survey, recon, and at times special contract pilot, spacers often know their own.
- Club Life - Feet born for a dance floor, Khalim would never call himself a professional but those watching may disagree.
- Nar Shaddaa - His new home following a falling out with his long-standing employer, he can be found at many of the most popular pubs and clubs.
- Child of Evil - Khalim's grandfather was a high ranking and highly reviled Imperial administrator on Mirial during the height of the Empire.
-(OOC)- Zhu Yan says, "Honestly I wouldn't mind being Khalim's mother."
-(OOC)- Zhu Yan says, "Yan's got the hair."
-(OOC)- Netep Muri says, "Roll around in this tub of green paint"
-(OOC)- Zhu Yan swan dive
-(OOC)- Khalim says, "Yan, you stole Khalim from the hospital. You're not his real mother."
-(OOC)- Saturi says, "I like Khalim's thoughts better than my own."