DEXTERITY:      4D

Blaster:
Melee Combat:
Melee Parry:
Jousting:

Beast Riding:
 

Stamina:
Brawling:
Climbing/Jumping:

First Aid:
Primitive Construction: 

Credits: 250
Equipment:
Mount of your choice (with saddle and halter)
Flowing cape
Floppy hat with luxuriant plume
Riding boots
Medpac
Veterinary medical bag
Book of poems
Skin of wine

Weapons:
Antique blaster pistol (3D+2)
Force Pike (STR+2D)
Sword (STR+1D+2)

Roleplaying hints: You are a Musketeer and a Knight of the Round Table, rolled into one.

Background: You came from a low technology world, and grew up with the dream of becoming one of the Queen's Own Mounted Guard, the most famous and respected circle of nightly men in the realm. When the first Outsiders came from the sky, it raised quite a ruckus. Once the dust had settled, and it was shown that the newcomers were not deamons, you found yourself having a new dream: to see their worlds. After all, anyone who can fly without sorcery must truly be educated. You have since adopted many of the ways and technologies of the outside universe. However, you are still shocked by the lack of manners and their poor behavior. You aren't so sure who is the "illiterate barbarian" anymore.

Personality: Invariably polite, even to folks trying to kill you. You seem a little archaic to those around you, but you still stick to your ways. Honor, manners and a trusty mount will get you anywhere you need to go. Your speech is eloquent and formal, and you form verse during a duel. You are a true Cavalier.

Quotes: "Excuse me, Milady, but are these white armourerd ruffians disturbing you and your party? Very well. Aroint thee, Imperial knave, or face my steel. Gyaa!" (the last is to your mount)

"Milady, a beauty such as your's should not be made to sleep in the mud, no matter how bad the war. I insist that you use my cloak."

"A tax to pass the bridge? Is it your bridge? I see, it is Palpatine's bridge. How do enjoy being his surf? I understand that he is quite the blackhearted old lizard."

"Sir, you have insulted my honor. You shall be allowed a minute to arrange for your departure."

"So my beamish boy, didst thou learn the art of the saber well? Very well. First stanza...."

Objectives: Seduce the ladies, right the wrongs, and slay a dozen dragons before breaking morning fast. Take care of your mount. Continue the chivalrous tradition. See your homeland just one more time- before joining the universe.