Mmrs Ph'ng
Togorian · Marksman · Level 6
Identity
Ability scores
Saving throws
Skills
Weapons
| Name | Attack | Damage | Range |
|---|---|---|---|
| ●Wrist Blaster Mk II | +8 | 1d10 Energy | 50 ft |
| ●Blaster Pistol | +10 | 1d10 +1 Energy | 50 ft |
| ●War Sword | +11 | 1d6 +7 Slashing, Piercing | 5 ft |
| ●Sith Sword | +11 | 1d6 +7 Slashing, Piercing | 5 ft |
| E-11D Blaster Rifle | +3 | 2d8 Energy | 80 ft |
| Blaster Rifle | +3 | 2d6 Energy | 80 ft |
| ●Heavy Blaster Pistol | +8 | 1d12 Energy | 50 ft |
| ●Ion Grenade | — | 3d8 Ion | 30 ft |
| ●Frag Grenade | — | 3d8 Slashing | 30 ft |
| ●Claws | +10 | 1d6 +7 slashing | — |
Languages
Inventory
- Half-Vest · 2 kg
- Blaster Pistol · 1 kg
- War Sword · 2 kg
- Medpac I×4 · 0.5 kg
- Sith Sword · 3 kg
- E-11D Blaster Rifle · 3 kg
- Blaster Rifle · 4.5 kg
- Heavy Blaster Pistol · 1.3 kg
- Ion Grenade×4 · 0.5 kg
- Frag Grenade×2 · 0.5 kg
- Wrist Blaster Mk II×2 · 0.5 kg
- Medpac IV×2 · 0.8 kg
- Medpac III×2 · 0.7 kg
- HK Assassin Droid Restraining Bolt×3 · 0.05 kg
Backstory
Togoria was not kind to the small. On that lush, predator-haunted world where male Togorians measured worth in reach and raw power, Mmrs Ph'ng entered the world at a disadvantage that never left him. Born in a nomadic mosscow-herding clan in the equatorial grasslands, he stood a full meter shorter than the warriors who flanked him during his coming-of-age hunts, their towering frames casting shadows he learned early to step out of. The elders did not hide their disappointment. His father, a renowned tracker named Koss Ph'ng, said nothing when the younger males laughed. That silence cut deeper than any insult. What Ph'ng lacked in mass, he rebuilt in method. While larger clansmen relied on brute force to bring down the great predatory katarn that roamed Togoria's wilds, Ph'ng studied movement, terrain, and timing with an almost clinical precision. He memorized weaknesses. He waited. He struck exactly once, exactly where it counted. By sixteen, he had killed three katarn alone — a feat that earned grudging acknowledgment but never genuine respect. Respect on Togoria was measured in kilograms he would never carry. When the Clone Wars ended and the Galactic Empire folded the Outer Rim into its iron bureaucracy, Imperial surveyors arrived on Togoria assessing resource potential and labor quotas. Ph'ng watched the Empire's agents move through his clan's territory with the same cold study he applied to prey. He recognized the machinery of dominance — and recognized, too, that it operated the same way his own people's hierarchy did. Strength performed loudly, while the truly dangerous moved quietly beneath it. He left Togoria at eighteen, signing onto a transport crew bound for Nar Shaddaa. The Smugglers' Moon introduced him to a different ecosystem of violence — one that paid. He acquired his first war sword off a dead Weequay and his first blaster from an Imperial deserter who no longer needed it. The Sith sword came later, pulled from the wreckage of a derelict on the Triellus Trade Route, its origin unclear, its edge undeniable. He did not ask questions about it. He rarely asked questions about anything he intended to keep. By twenty, Ph'ng had accumulated a reputation on the Outer Rim's bounty circuits as something unsettling — a Togorian who was fast, quiet, and thought before he moved. His arsenal was patchwork and lethal: an E-11D stripped from a stormtrooper checkpoint outside Nar Shaddaa, a wrist blaster bartered from a Rodian armorer, grenades traded for information, medpacs hoarded like currency. He trusted his body before he trusted any of it. The gear was an extension. The mind behind it was the weapon that mattered.
Roleplaying notes
- **Calculated Striker:** With Athletics at Expert level and STR 24, Ph'ng doesn't brawl — he dismantles. When entering a confrontation, describe him reading the room first, identifying structural advantages, chokepoints, and the weakest opponent before committing to any action. - **The Undersized Overcomer:** Ph'ng's entire psychology is built around being underestimated. When NPCs or even allies comment on his smaller frame, let it land — then let him prove the point silently, through action rather than argument. He has nothing to prove in words. - **Gear Inventory Ritual:** Before any mission or potential firefight, Ph'ng mentally cycles through his weapons in a fixed order — rifle, sidearm, blade, wrist blaster, grenades, medpacs. Roleplay this as a brief moment of stillness, eyes unfocused, hands brushing each item in sequence. - **Guarded Loyalty:** With CHA 8, Ph'ng does not charm or ingratiate. He extends trust the way a door opens — slowly, incrementally, and only after repeated pressure from the same direction. Allies earn access in layers; strangers get nothing but professional distance. - **Sparse, Direct Speech:** Ph'ng speaks Galactic Basic functionally, not fluently — short declarative sentences, no pleasantries, occasional Togorian phrases when emotions run high. He says exactly what he means and waits for the other person to catch up.