You grew up the child of a famous duelist, and you took up the
sword at his feet. Blessed with lightning reflexes and a quick
eye, you soon surpassed all the masters of your homeworld. But
you wanted to learn more, driven by a compulsion to right some
tremendous wrong, and you have taken to searching the galaxy for
teachers that can help you truly master your weapon or your
fighting skills. To pay the bills you've taken to selling your
sword and blaster to people that need a swordsmaster, though your
talents are often under-utilized.
Personality:
You are a swordsman, and you are never happier then while
wielding your weapon against an equal foe. You have a driving urge
to learn more about your weapon and about fighting, but you are
beginning to fear that your quest will never be fulfilled. Other
than that, you tend to make friends easily, with other warriors,
regardless of whose side they are on, as long as they fight with
honor.
Objective:
To avenge your father's death, or your planets destruction, or
whatever.
A Quote:
"My name is (insert your name here). You killed my father.
Prepare to die."