Describing Bale as a big guy is a severe understatement. Thick cords of bulging muscles, those of a career bodybuilder, line his body from head to toe. Nearly matching a Wookie in height, his mighty, broad-shouldered frame towers above most of his peers, his sheer mass oozing raw power and giving him the appearance a child’s action hero doll come to life.
No one would expect such a bulky man to be handsome, and they’d be right. Bale is no pretty boy by any stretch of the word. A big, flat nose and a massive jaw dominate his chiseled features, but what truly stands out is the Zabrak’s utter lack of facial tattoos—a tradition amongst his species—and the thick, messy shag of a goatee hanging off his face. Facial hair is an unusual trait in a Zabrak, hinting that there may be more to his heritage than Iridonian genes. In fact, if it weren’t for the crown of horns jutting out from his long, slicked-back mane, one might easily mistake him for one colossal, tanned human.
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When he’s not wearing loose fitting slacks and sporting tight shirts and tank tops that show off his build, Bale’s usually sporting his trademark combat gear. True to his nature and origins, he’s not one to wear some sort of pristine suit of armor. He’s no fancy shmancy Mandalorian warrior. Instead, he’s cobbled together a suit of armor from parts he’s scavenged over the years, giving him a rugged if somewhat haphazard appearance. Underneath the battle-worn, metallic plates he wears a black pilot jumpsuit. On his back, Bale carries a large, cylindrical, mobile power generator and a cooling unit, which is hooked up to his primary weapon, the MCW-35c Heavy Repeater. He seldom wears a helmet in pressurized environments and instead resorts to a breathing mask to counter a lack of oxygen or in the presence of noxious fumes.
Empire, Republic, First Order. When your sense of loyalty is limited to the kind of drink you choose on any given night, these names mean precious little. Mining outposts out in the back end of the galaxy are no breeding ground for patriotism, and Bale never paid much attention to the ongoing conflicts of the galaxy. To this day, his allegiance rests with the highest bidder, a mindset that frequently puts him at odds with the patriotic zeal of loyalist types. In turn, such people eagerly dismiss him as a significant liability.
Bale’s true guiding stars, if he has any, are money and the proverbial throw of a dice.
Bale Andros jumped into the galactic spotlight after catching a big break with the "Blastech Cruise job" that other freelancers were wary to touch. After an explosive chase through Coruscant’s underworld and a public beat-down, the whole thing was captured by holocameras and subsequently fed to news outlets across the galaxy. As the story blossomed, so too did Bale's reputation. Though he is no Boba Fett or Cad Bane, Bale has gained a reputation in his own right for never backing down from a job. But fame is a double-edge sword, and the increased notoriety places him on the radar of authorities across the galaxy as a person of interest, making travel difficult at times.
You tend to live in the present when you grow up staring death in the face on a daily basis. You come to appreciate the simpler things in life. That is Bale Andros to a T. Good laughs, good booze, good women, and a good rush of adrenaline are what make him tick. He’s a simple man; jovial, crass, and all too loud, with an easy smile and an open door policy for anyone willing to share a drink.
Taken at face value, some might find his heavy-handed approach at life basic, even barbaric, and in turn dismiss him as a man of small intelligence. Because of this, he’s found himself short-changed in more than one business negotiations.
The truth is, only one thing truly matters to Bale: his daughter. The young Skye Andros is the center of his universe, his rock, his one reason to strap on his boots every morning. A child afflicted by a degenerative sickness, she makes him want to be a better man, drives him to be the best version of himself even if it’s in his own oft-misguided ways. Caring for her and the expenses attached to her health are his priority.
One could take advantage of such single-minded drive, and on more than one occasion he was blackmailed into despicable actions, actions that will forever haunt him… actions that could yet cost him everything.
Despite never receiving any formal martial training, Bale Andros is a force to be reckoned with. A rowdy, blow-them-sky-high kind of fighter, Andros sports an affinity with blasters, explosives and unorthodox weapons like his bracer-mounted flamethrower. Paired with his raw physical power, this makes him as unpredictable as a Gundark and as destructive as a Reek. What he lacks in theoretical know-how, he makes up for with sheer innate skill. What he lacks in finesse and grace, he makes up for with big guns and bigger explosions.
However, much like a tank, his slower movement and lesser agility could prove a severe shortcoming when facing foes like Force-Users. In such situations, he will attempt to repel his enemies until he creates an opening.
In a chase, there are those who vault over obstacles, and there are those who run around them. Then you’ve got Bale. Bale runs through them. A relentless hound, he’ll crush, smash and trample anything that stands between him and his prey. His natural resilience to pain, his raw physical power, and his seemingly endless stamina allow him to outlast and catch even the speediest of targets. Yet there are obstacles that even he cannot surpass. He’s been known to take serious bodily harm during such chases, and he never quite seems to learn.
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Master (+5) |
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Disciple (+3) |
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Studied (+2) |
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Initiate (+1) |
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Primary Martial Art | Mandalorian Core |
Secondary Martial Art | None |
Primary Weapon Specialization | None |
Secondary Weapon Specialization | None |
Primary Lightsaber Form | None |
Secondary Lightsaber Form | None |