Obsession: Weslin is afflicted with Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder to an almost extreme extent. Luckily enough, it is not the type which requires cranial surgery or has compulsions that take up half a day. However, it does meant that he is generally unwilling to meet clients in locations that are dirty (which precludes him in general from even going to Nal Hutta) or following a fleeing target into the sewer system unless he gets VERY creative. Heaven help you if you get his clothes dirty because he certainly will not. It is likely because of this that he prefers to deal with his targets from a large distance away rather than up close and personal.

Dutybound: Weslin is not prone to accepting contracts lightly. In fact, he can be downright nitpicky about the fine details of any contract that he is discussing with clients, which has sometimes lost him a job. However, he is known for his reputation for finishing a job once he accepts it and will not deviate from this course, even for personal gain. To him, his word is his bond and he will not break it once given.

Standing at approximately 5'9" tall, Weslin is not what one would consider to be a stereotypical bounty hunter. Leanly built with a physique devoid of the bulk muscle usually seen on most traditional bounty hunters, his is a body made for quick ins and outs. The high amount of toned, densely-packed, fast twitch muscle on his body marks him as a finely-edged blade where most bounty hunters tend to be akin to large hammers. Locks of wavy, chestnut hair fall down his neck to touch against the high collar of his long, dark coat. Worn open, the of the heavy material hangs just above his calves to not compromise his movement. His appearance is meticulously maintained to the point that he looks more like a member of the nobility than someone who tracks down others to fulfill bounty contracts for a living. If not for the company he keeps, Weslin would probably look more suited to talking politics while chatting with members of the upper elite.

Perhaps the most strange thing about him is that, unlike most bounty hunters, there is not a scuff or scratch on any of his weapons or armor. It is almost like they are store-bought or new--perhaps even more new than that. Either he is an absolute greenhorn who managed to buy his gear from the manufacturer, or gear maintenance is an absolute obsession. From the grip of the heavy blaster in its holster under his coat to the barrel of the blaster rifle at his side, the metal of his weaponry fairly gleam with their cleanliness.