Name - Leru Zapal
Species - Clawdite
Gender - Male
Age - 24
Occupation - Spy/Assassin for the Scarred Hutt Cartel

Appearance - In his natural form he has dark green skin with yellow eyes, sunken cheeks, a narrow nose and a small mouth. He appears reptilian but his face is human-like. Leru is not particularly tall, standing 1.75 meters. His body is skinny with hints of muscle.

As a Clawdite he is able to shapeshift into other similar shaped beings. His most common form that he shapeshifts into is as a clean shaven human male. This is the form others know him as, he rarely ever is in his natural form except when he is alone.

Apparel - His choice of clothing changes depending on his job, but in casual settings he wears conservative clothing that doesn't stick him out of a crowd. While in assassin mode he wears light armor that is easy to run in.

Weapons - Leru always carries a Penetrator MB-450 sporting blaster pistol and a vibrodagger. They are both weapons which are easy to conceal.

Equipment - His credit chip and a grappling hook are two essential items.

Skills -

• His ability to shapeshift is his greatest skill, he can take on other humanoid forms, mimicking them. This extends to the ability to form hair and the appearance of clothing as long as it laid directly on the skin.
• He's a solid shot with a blaster, not exceptional but not a slouch.
• Leru is in great physical shape, he's a talented climber and acrobat with great athleticism.
• He's a capable hacker and locksmith.
• Leru is bilingual, able to speak galactic basic, Clawdite, Huttese and Twi'leki.

Flaws -

• His shape-shifting has drawbacks, if he is injured then he reverts to his original form. Also reverts while in sleep or if he dies. He also receives physical pain from the actual act of changing, it gets worse with more complex forms.
• He's not a fighter, close quarters combat is where he gets bullied around. Leru isn't strong physically, wrestling matches are loses for him.
• Has an almost fear of revealing his true form to anyone. Changelings have a bad reputation throughout the galaxy, they are not trusted, sometimes outright feared or hated.
• Like many others of his race he is extremely solitary, mistrustful and suspicious of others. He avoids social gatherings and has very few friends.
• Leru avoids direct conflict. With his job he tries to remain out of sight, he's not meant to battle head on with somebody. Almost cowardly in this regard.

Personality - Leru is a solitary, near silent Clawdite. He almost never starts conversations, and when conversed his answers are often short and nervous. He avoids being with others and just tries to blend in with the crowds. He's very shy about his true form, and has no revealed it to anyone on 3030. If anyone asks, even his superiors within the Cartel, he tells them he's human.

Despite working for such an ill organization, Leru is not a bad man moral wise. He does assassin work, but only for the cartel. The targets are almost always members of other gangs, scum of the underworld. He doesn't harm innocents and avoids fights. He feels for the poorest within 3030 and would one day like to help them.

Goals - Amass enough credits to live a quiet solitary life, enough to move out of 3030 as well. If possible he wants to help his people stuck in the slums of his homeworld.

Backstory - Leru was born on the Mid Rim world of Zolan, the home of the Zolander species and his own. On the world his species was oppressed, feared by the Zolanders and forced to dwell in the slums of the planet. They were oppressed every day, Leru facing it in his youth. His family was loving, but the conditions they lived in were terrible, his parents seeked a way to get him offworld.

At the age of fifteen this hope become something real as his parents managed to smuggle him aboard a merchant ship. Leru's talents as a shapeshifter had been nurtured and he was able to masquerade as one of the crewmen on the vessel. Luckily for the Clawdite the ship returned to Coruscant, a world where he could lived in secrecy, with actual opportunities. He ended up in the Coruscant underworld, then on level 3030.

He needed a way to live, credits were the driving force behind everything in 3030. His talents as a changeling gave him a way to make money, he took up a job with the Scarred Hutt Cartel, it was an assassination of an opposing gang member. Leru put a blaster bolt into the man's back after shifting into one of his friends. The shock of actually taking another life affected him, but he rationalized it by realizing that the man was a hardened criminal.

After that he actually joined the Cartel, he found work within the group, spying on whoever his superiors wanted, assassinating who they wanted dead. He's earned some respect within the gang, he worked hard, asking for nothing but credits and to be left alone when not on mission. He secured a comfortable apartment in Cartel territory, it is a place he most often frequents.

Name - Siennviwor
Species - Twi'lek
Gender - Female
Age - 20
Occupation - Dancer/informant for the Siren Claw Syndicate

Appearance - Siennviwor, or more simply, Sienn, is a Twi'lek of average height, standing just over 1.7 meters. Her frame is slender, though her figure is very feminine and attractive to the male eye like many others of her race. Her skin is a pink tone, her eyes brown. She also has painted eyebrows above her eyes to appear less alien, when dancing she also has other types of makeup on her.

Apparel - She wears various dancer outfits, they are seductive and light, ranging in appearance and modesty. When not dancing she wears more conservative clothing, usually leather pants, boots, and tube top with a jacket over.

Weapons - She does not carry a blaster, but she carries a knife on herself when not dancing and when dancing in dangerous surroundings.

Equipment - A credit chip.

Skills -

• She's an exceptional dancer, her moves beautiful to the eye.
• She possesses the usual Twi'lek charm, knows how to play men like an instrument.
• She's great at hiding her intentions and is a talented liar.
• Fluent in Twi'leki, Basic and Huttese.

Flaws -

• Has no experience or skill with a blaster. She's never used one in combat.
• Has never killed before and does not want to. The only way she could see herself doing it is if her life was at stake.
• Not really the combat type, doesn't know how to fight and isn't physically strong.
• Has a fear of physical pain, especially the kind that would leave marks or scars.
• Her head tails (Lekku) are extremely sensitive. Pulling on them causes her intense pain and can outright knock her out if yanked hard enough.

Personality - Sienn is a cautious young Twi'lek, she has been told much of life in the undercity for her people, how many are mistreated and outright enslaved. She does not want this at all, instead being very careful with who she befriends and aligns herself with. As a dancer she just tries to not speak to much, instead letting her moves do the talking.

She is a friendly girl, one that values real friendship. She cares for those that care for her, and has no care for those that seek to use her. Sienn enjoys dancing, it is her greatest talent and her way of making a living.

Goals - Sienn wishes to survive 3030, making enough credits to live a worry free life. She would also like to gain some respect within the Sirens, as she is only just a recruit within the group. She also wants to help the organization grow, as she supports all its ideals and goals.

Backstory -
Sienn was born on the Twi'lek homeworld, ten years before the Clone Wars. Her childhood was not that different from other of her species, her family didn't have very much money and could afford few luxuries. Her mother, like Sienn would one day become, was a talented dancer. Many moments in her youth were spent with her mother being taught how to dance.

During the Clone Wars, Ryloth was captured by the Separatists, her race fought back against the invaders, her father was one of those that fought with the freedom fighters. He died in combat, leaving Sienn and her mother shocked and saddened. The Separatist forces were not kind during their occupation, they mistreated and stole from her people's villages, even used civilians as living shields.

The Republic would retake the planet, though the beautiful world was hit hard by the fighting. Many had died, Sienn and her mother hid for days as the fighting went on. After the Clone Wars ended, the Empire arose, Sienn was just reaching maturity for a Twi'lek. Her mother sold her to a wealthy merchant, seeing it as a way to give her daughter something better than what was to be had on the Ryloth.

The merchant was a wealthy man, Sienn was to be wed to him, he brought her to Coruscant on his yacht. She had seen how the man actually was, cruel and greedy, he was not someone she wanted to marry, over twice her age as well.

While in the streets of Coruscant, just before their marriage, Sienn ran away, she just ran as far as she could from him, escaping into the endless alleys of the surface of Coruscant. He never managed to track her down, though she was intensely paranoid that he would, he was a powerful man with connections on Coruscant.

She managed to find a way into the underworld, while it was not her first choice, it was a safe one. She stowed away on a ship that was heading for 3030. As soon as it landed she dashed into the undercity, losing herself amongst the crowds. Her new surroundings reminded her of her home world, people living in bad conditions, crime everywhere.

She had to scavenge, beg and steal for her first weeks in 3030, then she turned to dancing. While walking the long roads of thirty thirty she passed by a gentleman's club. As she went past the front entrance someone working for the club approached her, they were searching for new talent to dance for the club. While not certain about the idea, it was a way to make money and use her talents, so she took the job.

Another dancer in the club was a member of the Sirens. After befriending the woman, Sienn too would join the gang. She saw it as a way to protect herself, they were a group with only positive intentions to her. Since then she has left her job in the club, having become more of a freelance dancer in 3030, also an informant for the Sirens.

Name: Shakk'arar/ Shakka Rar
Species: Twi'lek
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Occupation: Courier

Appearance:
Shakka is a relatively small and petite creature to such an extent that the unexpecting may believe that Undercity would swallow her whole. While she is on the smaller side of her species standing at roughly 1.6 meters and just under 45.3 kg. What muscle she does have comes from functionality more than anything else to support a lifestyle revolving around primarily stamina and quick explosive power over pure brute strength and tremendous speed. Her skin is blue in pigmentation with the exact hue varying primarily due to lighting but was most easily described as a light blue in color. Her eyes are dark in color with hints and small motes of a darker orange in the mix. The eyes themselves are hardened to the reality of the world they observed and seem to cast her much older than her nineteen years. She perpetually keeps a mask of boredom upon her face, learning quickly that in the 3030 any signs of emotion can and will be used against you

Apparel:
Shakka's clothing was generally considered what some would describe as patchwork in nature. Having little actual credits to spend on import things like food and maybe a warm bed for the night the need for new clothing generally fell to the wayside. So rather than using her credits to buy these articles she would take what she could scavenge from the refuse piles that weren't entirely covered in fecal matter and would break them down and use their fibers to restitch new clothes. The only thing that really stood out was her jacket. Made of sullust leather and lined with wampa fur, in what seemed like forever ago her brother bought after winning his first Swoop Race and wore it on every race afterwards for good luck. Sadly it was the only thing recovered from the crash that killed him.

Weapons: DH-23 "Outback" blaster pistol, A "lovingly used" durasteel truncheon.
Equipment: Credit chip, a half functional personal data pad, some goggles.

Skills:
- Shakka like most Twi'lek's especially those of the female gender was more than willing to use the ideas of her species percived sexuaility and beauty to her advantage.
- She spent many days of her youth watching her brother work day in and day out on his swoop bike until it reached the point where she just naturally ended up becoming his assistant. Through this she has learned the skills of a mechanic having worked on nothing bigger than a swoop or a speeder, she's unsure if the skills would translate over to bigger vehicles but she would at least know something.
- She like most denizens of the Undercity is multilingual being able to speak Basic, Ryl, Lekku and Huttese
- She knows her way very well around a Sabacc game.

Flaws:
- Shakka has what some people may call a rather large guilt complex. She blames the deaths of all of those close to her on herself even if it was further from the truth. As a result she spends many restless nights looking up at the saturated neon haze above her because staying awake until you passed out was easier than dealing with the nightmares.
- She isn't much of a people person not in the does not play well with others sense but more in the very idea of getting close to people again is a terrifying concept for her to even think about. and would rather just have a bunch of acquaintances and contacts rather than full blown friendships.
- There was a time when Shakka was young and filled with naïveté about the world. Her head was filled with dreams of heroes, adventures and traveling the galaxy. Turns out you spend long enough down in 3030 and it'll be crushed out of you quicker than a fruit in vacuum. Now she is more of a heavily cynical misanthrope whose general existential despair has turned her life into something of a wreck.
- As a double edged sword to her young appearance; people underestimate her but at the same time it also leads to a tendency in others to not take her opinions or views seriously because she's still just a kid. A fact which irritates her to no end.
- Being as small as she is while having great speed and acrobatic skill unless she can use pragmatic tactics and get that sucker punch in first, she's not all that useful in a straight up fight being tossed about rather easily.
- Shakka also does not have the highest resolve when confronted with violence and well as soon as things start tipping against her favor, she will run away abandoning anybody else to save her own hide.

Personality:
As Shakka puts it. "Life's like a big old game of Sabacc, except everybody is a skifting karking ass. Well and instead of playing for money, you're playing for a fleeting sense of a life well spent before you croak as an old person choking on your own spit. So you might as well play the hand you're dealt." This statement more or less defines Shakka's own personal brand of cynicism. You acknowledge that life will take every opportunity to screw you over if it has a chance and that everybody in the entirety of known space is only out for themselves and are probably going to stab you in the back eventually. But despite it all in the end everybody is stuck in the same situation together and so they might as well at least try and have a shred of common decency.

She does though carry a deep sense of regret and sadness, her cynical musings and sarcastic remarks hold no bitterness or malice but instead regret and a shadow of despair. There was a time when she was a young girl far away from the constant stench and chaotic blur of the Undercity. A time where she spent her days in the fields helping on her family's farm. These memories which now seem to her to be a million miles away, and a story of a different girl. But life's unrelenting drum beat ever onward and life continued forward. The greens and browns of the farm where replaced with the neon lights pulsing so hard that they hurt your eyes, and dark gray plating stained with a mixture of fluids. Slowly her old world seemed entirely swallowed up and soon she could never go back to how things once were. And this sadness is what slowly eats her apart from the inside, leaving her restless at night and drives her to push others away more often than not permanently out of her life and with it causing more fractures in an already loose foundation.

Goals:
Well of course survival is always the thing that pushes her forward. She refuses to just lay down and die like some many others; people like her father and brother died so that she could have a chance at living. But beyond the basics she doesn't' really even attempt to fill her head with goals and dreams knowing that in the end she'll probably just end up disappointing herself. Though having to not worry about having a roof over her head, and being able to wear a new pair of clothes everyday sure does sound nice.

Backstory:
The girl known as Shakk'arar was born nineteen years ago (in 28 BBY) on the planet of Agamar in the Mirgoshir system in the Outer Rim along the Braxant Run. Her parents were fringers setting out with what little they had and essentially going bankrupt to get off of Ryloth and try and make a living somewhere safe and peaceful. Much to their joy they found success on Agamar as simple farmers. It was hard work and the economic outcomes weren't all too great but they were happy and that was what mattered to them. Shakka's brother Vyso came soon after their first successful harvest and five years later Shakka came into the world.

These years growing up on Agamar was a relatively mundane and peaceful existence compared to what lay in her future. She had her only schooling during this period in the town about a five mile walk down the road from their farm and when she was not there she was either chasing animals on the farm or helping her parents or as much as a small child could. Though during this time Shakka did learn some very fundamental skills which would come into use later in life. Her mother was insistent on teaching her how to use sew the old fashion way without any electronic or mechanical aide, claiming it to be an essential skill and "that your grandfather would be ashamed in me if you couldn't make your own harness by the age of seven." She also learned the basic use of blaster weaponry from her father. Sure Agamar was a quiet little place where not much seemed to happen but their was still the occasional predator that would prey on livestock and children or the wandering bandit. It was the Outer Rim after all.

Though eventually the quiet on Agamar was broken as the galaxy wide Clone Wars began. It started as a murmur at first, remembering how her parents would argue about how the government of Agamar had aligned itself with the Confederacy of Independent System and whether or not they should retreat back to Republic space. But they didn't react because even with politics and stories coming in, the shadow of war seemed so far away. But the specter of death soon came upon them. Late in the first year of the Clone Wars, the Confederacy and Republic began a brutal campaign for supremacy over Agamar and the greater Mirgoshir system. Through the fighting Agamar was brutalized by the effects of orbital bombardments, great land battles and falling debris from space. The planet itself even forced the brunt of attack by the Separatists’ Force Harvester draining the very life from whatever it touched. Eventually after several months of fighting and after the planet was littered with dead on both sides, the first quiet in what seemed like an eternity fell over the planet. Agamar had come under Republic control.

Like many who lived on the small farming world Shakka's family was displaced and without a home to their own. Though now they were fewer in number, the war having claimed its payment from their lives in the form of Shakka's mother. It turned out their small farm was caught in the middle of a Republic artillery zone due to its close proximity to Separatist anti-aircraft installations. One of the shots from the Republic SPHA fell directly on their house and destroyed nearly half of it in an instant. Her mother was killed before she could even scream. So now down a family member and with nowhere to go, Shakka's father decided to take Shakka and Vyso to Coruscant where his brother worked as a successful trader and businessman.

As it turns out though Shakka's uncle was no longer the successful businessman that his father once thought he was. Like the fate of many on Coruscant when her uncle's business started to take a turn for the worse in terms of profits, to keep himself from going bankrupt he struck a deal with the Hutts. A deal which practically sold his company out from underneath him, and took practically everything else he had to pay off this new deal. Afterwards he took to drinking in a hard way and a month before their arrival he was found in the Undercity with a half empty bottle in his hand and a blaster hole in his stomach. Shakka's family of course not able to learn of any of this fighting on Agmar and the jamming of all outward communications.

So now without any financial support, home, or any real place to cushion their fall the trio was left on Coruscant. A city already filled to the brim with people and filling more by the day as more refugees from the war fled coreward. They like most of the destitute and forgotten found their way to the Undercity where their father found work as a common day laborer at a construction site and Shakka and Vyso basically began taking care of one another as best as they could. The Clone Wars came and they went and the Galactic Republic was replaced with an Empire but not much changed in the undercity it persisted as always. And the small family continued their existence. Finally about five years later in 17 BBY, a tragic construction accident occurred and several hundred pounds of metal plating fell atop of Shakka and Vyso's father and after five days and nights of agonizing pain he succumbed to his injuries.

Vyso now 16 became the prime source of income for the pair and through a friend of a friend he became a swoop bike racer in the old Coruscant circuit, one of the oldest in the galaxy and one of the most dangerous if not because of the track itself which had a habit of climbing drivers lives on its sudden drops and sharp turns but do to the cutthroat nature of the undercity and how it bled into Swoop racing. After losing five times in a row with the last of their credits that their father had left them before he died Vyso entered one final race and won. With that victory he earned triple of what it would of taken their father weeks to earn all in the span of maybe an hour. After that Vyso kept on racing and kept on winning and things began to look good for him and Shakka for the first time in awhile. They could afford food, a place to sleep and still had some money left over but following the trend of things this happiness could not last.

Three years later in 14 BBY it all came tumbling down once more. Vyso was at the top of his game and was winning race, after race. He had become something of a minor celebrity down in the Undercity. He was cocky, arrogant, attractive and good at what he does everything you wanted in a guy to root for and betting for Vyso to win was always a safe bet. But this fame drew the attention of certain criminal factors within the city and one such group politely bribed Vyso with a large sum of credits to throw a championship race, so that their boss could win a very large sum of money. Vyso always one with pride in his heart and clouding his mind, denied their request and handily won the race. For his disservice before his next race, enemy agents sabotaged his swoop and caused the engine to overload midrace and for the swoop to explode in a sizable explosion.

In many ways Vyso's death was the straw that broke the Bantha's back for Shakka. Before then through all the other tragedies that befell them Vyso refuses to let her fall to despair. Through sheer force of personality and persistence he prevented his younger sister from just giving hope. Now he was dead and nothing was there to brace herself when she fell. For the first few months she did nothing really but hide away in their apartment spending what money they had left to pay for the rent. But beside that she just sat alone nearly starving to death and unsure of what she was supposed to do know that she was alone. She was fourteen years of age by this point. Eventually though the money ran out and the landlord took the first chance to kick Shakka out that he could. With the Empire's Human High Culture beliefs being expressed daily even landlords that held non-human tenentes above a certain level in the Undercity were charged heavily with fees until they kicked out the aliens from their establishment. Now forced upon the street, she was no longer able to hide away from the world and had to at least find a way to sustain herself. Eventually she fell deeper and deeper into the Undercity before she finally came to Level 3030. 3030 might have been a scum hole but nobody cared who you were, they only cared about what you could do for them.

So Shakka took on a series of odd jobs for the next couple of years doing whatever payed, some of it less morally degrading than others. But you didn't complain about what you had to do, you did it so that you could survive. Eventually though at the beginning of her seventeenth year she found more consistent work. The job was working as a courier or as she put it a "delivery girl, except ten times as dangerous and you're usually handling either sensitive information or enough illicit substances to get all of 3030 high for a solid twenty minutes." She did'nt work for anyone in particular but most of her work came from the Stars and the Sirens though smaller gangs and others needing their goods to arrive securely at a location occasionally sought her out. The very nature of her delivering these usually high value packages ended up getting her in more trouble than it was worth on occasions and she learned pretty quick the best nooks and crannies for her to avoid trouble altogether because she wasn't exactly what you would call the best in a fight.

The pay was not great of course especially for the danger involved barely enough to afford a meal on most days because as an independent she had little true purchase in 3030 and she could easily be replaced. But it was enough to scrape by on the day to day and through her work she had found enough ports in the storm to hide away when the time came to sleep. Day to day living was tough and everyday another adventure that she would rather not go on. But you did what you had to do.

The year is now 9 BBY, the Empire holds near total control over the galaxy and only faint murmurs of discontent can be heard before they are silenced by Imperial Intelligence. Yet in the Undercity a certain permanence exists beneath the mixture of grime, dirt and heavy neon. Nothing ever changes, the rich will continue to get richer and the poor will be crushed underneath their boots. And among this squabble and degradation, a Twi'lek girl keeps her head down and tries to complete her deliveries on time. She's not afraid of the future and she knows one of these days her luck is going to run out, but before that day came well there was always another round of Sabacc to play.

Name - Zolar Lindemann
Species - Gank
Gender - Male
Age - 25
Occupation - Independent Contractor, currently working as Gorro the Hutt's bodyguard and personal assassin.

Appearance -


Under his armor he is covered in yellow fur, with green eyes and an angular face. While considered not very good looking by his own species, he would be one of the most attractive to other species. He's rather tall for a Gank, 6 feet even. Her has broad shoulders and muscular physique.

Apparel - He wears yellow armor that comes with Night-Vision, thermal vision, has a lot of storage. It can withstand at least two blaster shots, Though the shots would knock him back and bruise whatever's underneath.
Weapons -
DC-19 "Stealth" Carbine
DD6 Blaster Pistol
IQA-11 Blaster Rifle

Equipment -
Datapad, for all your data organizing needs. Also has GPS and radio.
Grappling hook attached to his blaster pistol.
Cybernetic augments that enhances reflexes, endurance, and agility. Common with most Ganks.
Utility belt with some useful odds and ends.

Skills -
Excellent Marksman- Zolar is an excellent shot with any gun.
Skilled Navigator and Pilot- Zolar can fly and read star charts and maps fairly well.
Assassin Training- Zolar's mentor taught him everything he knows about the art of killing, and he's become very good at it.
Linguistic- Due to his profession, Zolar has learned to speak many languages.

Flaws -
Ruthless- Zolar doesn't have mercy for anyone he fights.
Proud- If Zolar's pride is in peril, he will do anything to save it.
Arrogant- More often than not, Zolar underestimates his enemies.
Greedy- Zolar is loyal to only one person. Himself. If someone offered more money to kill Gorro, he would do it in a second.
Tobacco Addict- Zolar often enjoys a smoke.

Personality - Though Zolar is an assassin, he has a moral code. No women and children. Everything else is fair game. He is arrogant and proud and would most likely get into a fight with anyone who says otherwise. Zolar only loves one person, himself. He is in this business for the money and will kill anyone to get there. He loved someone once and they died a horrible death. And he hasn't loved anyone since. He doesn't want power. He just wants to fight and get paid and one day retire.

Goals - Gather enough money to retire on a scenic planet to live out the rest of his days.

Backstory - Zolar Lindemann was born in 34 BBY on Nar Shadaa to a bounty hunter and a doctor. His Father, the bounty hunter, was Osra Lindemann and had fallen in love with a free clinic doctor, a human as well, which would explain Zolar's more gentle facial features than most Gank. But Osra didn't stay with Zolar's mother and left Nar Shadaa to continue his business of hunting sinners and saints alike. When Zolar was 6, his father began to pass on his knowledge. He taught him how to fire a blaster, how to fight hand to hand, how to fly a ship, everything he knew. And he finally let Zolar come with him on missions when Zolar was 13. Up until that point, he had been the supply man, support on his father's missions. But now they were partners and Zolar loved it.

When Zolar was 15, His father and him were hired by an anonymous client to set charges on the foundations of the Jedi temple. Osra accepted, which surprised Zolar. The pay must have been good. After weeks and weeks of planning and brainstorming, they set out for the Jedi temple. The plan went off without a hitch. They infiltrated the temple and set the charges. After narrowly avoiding security they exited and made their way to the rendezvous point, which was the Senate building. After meeting with a hooded agent who claimed the detonator and gave them their payment, they headed out. A few hours later, they were staying in an inn. It was just below the senate building, as Osra wanted some time to make sure he had everything to make it off world. Zolar went out to see the lights of courscant at night. He always thought they were amazing. He then heard a dull thud off of the dumpster down an alley. Zolar's hand immediately went to his blaster pistol. Other bounty hunters had come after them before and he knew they weren't above gunning down a teenager. He made his way down the alley cautiously and saw a severed robed arm and... a Jedi lightsaber! Zolar made sure the area was secure before he went to inspect the arm. It was that of a black human, possibly male. He grabbed the lightsaber out of the arm's hand and inspected it.

Zolar had never seen one before, though he had seen a Jedi or two throughout his travels. He fumbled with it for a minute before he managed to ignite it. A purple glowing blade screeched out of the hilt and illuminated the dark alley. He waved it around for a moment for slicing down on the dumpster, cutting it in half. He grinned as he deactivated it and went to show his father what he had found. When his father saw the lightsaber he said "You can keep it, but we're leaving tonight." And so they did, an hour before the clone army turned on the Jedi. They were traveling through space when it happened, to an outer rim planet for a job. Soon enough they started to hear that the Jedi sought to overthrow the republic and the Supreme Chancellor had ordered the Clone Army to exterminate all of them. Zolar then knew they had played some part in the defeat of the Jedi. His father said nothing, only that "I will be repaid for my efforts in more than just credits some day."

That day was 4 years later, on Kashyyyk in 15 BBY, when Osra and Zolar encountered a Jedi in hiding while perusing a suspected Rebel, who had made friends with the Jedi. The Jedi had walked out from the bushes and told them to go back and even attempted to manipulate they're mind. But they were strong willed and said they were going to get that bounty. Zolar remembers the Jedi sighing and activating his lightsaber, which screeched to life, glowing green. The Jedi swiped his hand and sent Zolar flying into the forest, smashing against a tree and dazing him. He struggled to his feet and heard the stomach dropping sound of lightsaber slicing through flesh and the follow up of a dull thud. Zolar's legs were shaking as he made his way towards the noise and he gazed upon his father's body with horror and rage. The Jedi turned towards him, a sympathetic look on his face. Zolar roared in rage, activating his own lightsaber. The Jedi's eyes widened in surprise, possibly in surprise at the color of the lightsaber, or at the fact Zolar had a lightsaber at all. In any case, he was too slow to block Zolar's sudden ferocious attack and he sliced the Jedi's sword arm off. Zolar slammed him to the ground and raised the lightsaber high in the air, preparing to deliver the final blow. Then he felt an explosive pain slam into his shoulder and he was thrown over the Jedi into the woods, falling down a steep incline.

He landed in a shallow creek, and he lie there for a second, taking in all that had happened. His father, dead. Just like that. His shoulder was searing with pain and was no doubt broken, along with some other bones from the combination of being thrown into a tree and tossed down a steep hill. He saw the lightsaber on the bank a few feet away. Zolar painfully crawled towards it, grabbing it and struggling to his feet. He knew he couldn't take on the Jedi and the rebel by himself. So he fled, making it back to his ship and fleeing Kashyyyk.

He continued the family business, learning more about wielding a lightsaber and completing jobs. When he was 23 he returned to Coruscant and made his way into the underworld. There he impressed Gorro the Hutt with his skills was hired his bodyguard and personal Assassin. He's been at Gorro's side ever since.

Name - Jonas Tullonev
Species - Human (Alderaan)
Gender - Male
Age - 26
Occupation - Smuggler

Appearance -


Apparel - Jonas's Outfit as seen above
Weapons - Dual DL-18 Blaster pistols, Frag Grenades, Combat Knife.
Equipment - Datapad, Grappling hook attachment, Code Cracker (For all advanced hacking needs), R3-D6 Droid 'Rex', The Star-Skipper (Currently in Hangar), Small tool kit

Skills
- Exceptional Pilot: Having spent time aboard ships all his life and needing to do some fast flying on more than a couple occasions, Jonas is a very skilled pilot.

-Silver Tongue: Jonas, being a 'legitimate business man' knows how to talk to people and if he can talk his way out of a situation rather than shooting his way out, he prefers the former.

-Droid technician: Jonas has been around droids all his life and knows how to repair and program them and ever since he got Rex, he needed to do that twice as much.

-Decent Shot: While he would like to talk his way out of all of his situations, he can't, so Jonas has learned to handle a gun, both big and small.

-Navigation Expert: Navigating and piloting go hand in hand, it was a necessity for Jonas to learn this and he did it as early as 10.

Flaws

-Money Driven: Jonas just wants to sell his cargo and get out, he doesn't care about anything else.

-Morally Gray: While Jonas is by no means an 'evil' person, when it comes to getting the job done, he may turn a blind eye to another person's suffering.

-Overly Cautious: Jonas isn't willing to take some risks that might endanger him or his cargo.

-Traumatized: After witnessing the slaughter of his Father's entire trade tycoon and barely escaping death himself, Jonas has constant nightmares and flashbacks.

-Distant: After the massacre of everybody he knew, the only thing he cares about is getting the job done. And maybe Rex. If anyone tries to get close to him, he'll simply disappear.

Personality - Jonas is a smuggler, driven by money and survival. He knows he won't make a decent salary to live off of working an honest living and after the destruction of the family business, he turned to illegal means of payment. He's not a good person or a bad one, but he'll turn a blind eye to other's suffering to help himself. He's wary at the best of times and paranoid at the worst, he has PTSD from witnessing the slaughter of hundreds at the hands of the empire. He hates both rebels and the empire equally and he just wants to live his life. He's distant with other people, hoping to keep most relationships strictly professional, his only true friend being his droid, Rex. If someone tries to get close to him, he'll just disappear one day, not likely to return for a long time.

Goals - Get paid for this cargo shipment and get the hell off Coruscant.

Backstory -

Jonas was born on Alderaan in 36 BBY. After giving birth, his mother left his father and they never saw her again. Feeling betrayed, Jonas's father left Alderaan with Jonas, as it was his mother's home planet. He started a trade goods service with a small freighter. So Jonas grew up on starships, traveling from planet to planet all over the galaxy. He was never told about his mother as when he brought it up, his father simply said "Don't worry about it." Jonas's father taught him how to pilot and navigate, how to fire a blaster and a turret, how to trade and barter. He taught Jonas everything he knew. Jonas first met the Jedi in 25 BBY, 3 years before the start of the clone wars. Their freighter and other ships in their growing trade fleet had been hijacked by pirates. Sending out a distress signal, a Jedi Master and her padawan came to save them. Jonas was amazed by their power and their laser swords (Or lightsabers, as he found out later). As the war approached, business ramped up, but so did the danger.

The Clone Wars was a time of prosperity and peril for Jonas and his father. They carried all kinds of cargo and goods through the galaxy and the danger of wartime made sure they were paid double. But it wasn't just the separatists they had to worry about. Pirates and specifically Hondo's Infamous Pirate fleet. And while most of their trading was done on the inner rim and core worlds, occasionally they had to make a trip to the outer rim. But everything changed when the Jedi were labeled as traitors by the Chancellor and hunted to extinction. Now it wasn't the pirates that were the problem, it was the growing restrictions and regulations. The republic changed to the empire, freedom to oppression. Jonas's father was an idealist and when he heard rumors about rebel cells, he sought them out. And so, they began supplying rebels all over the galaxy, getting paid for their supplies while also making their standard routes, they made the best of the new galaxy. But it didn't last.

In 17 BBY, Jonas was 19. His father's trade business had become a fleet, with more than 30 freighters working for him. His own small freighter had been replaced with a large cargo vessel with just over 100 workers on it, including Jonas as second in command. But The Empire found out about their dealings with rebels cells and they attacked. They boarded the ship, stormtroopers gunning down employees left and right. Jonas and his father made it down to the escape pods, none had been jettisoned. No one else had made it. They prepared a pod for deployment, but they were too slow. The troopers burst in, gunning down Jonas's father. On his fall, his father hit the launch button, sending Jonas into space. He drifted for a few days, miserable, before crash landing on a planet called Tatooine. There is where he met R3-D6 or as he nicknamed him after he bought him. He worked on tatooine for a year before he had enough to buy a trip to Alderaan on a freighter called the Star-Skipper. Halfway through the flight, he learned that his pilot was one of the pirates that hijacked their ship years ago. After a brief fight, Jonas threw the pirate out of the airlock and claimed the ship for himself, which he imagined had been stolen anyway. After that he took on the occupation of smuggling, traveling the galaxy selling and transporting illegal cargo.

Jonas ended up in 3030 on business, as always, but he would soon find he would be staying loner than anticipated....

This was when the somewhat famed crew of the Nightfury came together. It was a good thing too, while Mar had won a Consular Class Cruiser in a game of Sabacc (He didn't even bother to ask where it came from) he was down on a mechanic. Though that wasn't why he was down on 3030, he was hunting down an ex-member of the Black Sun who was apparently hiding out in 3030 as a member of the Blackened Stars. Apparently the guy liked the colour black, or so the indications were.

He finally tracked him down, he was doing grunt work out in the expanding territory of the Stars. Obviously he didn't join the Stars for a sense of community, likely just missed the thrill of beating defenseless people to a pulp. He turned up in time just to see the old man get shot. Then his target pulled a young girl from the building. She couldn't be any older than, well she wasn't very old. He could have tried to take his shot from afar, but the Black Sun wanted to make an example of this guy. That meant it was going to get up close and personal.

Shouting them down a fight ensued, two gunmen fell and his target remained pulling the gun on the girls head. What happened next surprised them both equally. The girl pushed her hands towards the gun and the gun went flying out of his hands, she then jabbed him and rolled away when his grip released. Before anything else could happen Mar grabbed the handle of his whip, hitting the button the electrify it and wrapped it around his prey. I guess you can say the rest is history.

Tanya, in a spur of gratitude thanked the man that saved her life. Though she now had nowhere to go, she wouldn't possibly be safe alone in 3030. No-one else would take her in especially now. Mar feeling an unusual sense of duty offered her his protection, and training. He knew who the Jedi were, what they had apparently done. He also knew what they had done to the Mandalorians in the past, but this little girl had committed none of these crimes. She was alone in the Galaxy and, relatively, helpless. He wouldn't stand for that.

He took her with her, originally planning to drop her off with his kin back on Mandalore. Though it was safe to say that the two bonded. When leaving Mandalore after he had said his goodbye she somehow managed to sneak back aboard. Not letting him leave without her, and that was the start of everything.

She more or less left her Jedi life behind, Mar never asked about it and she never spoke about it. Instead she spent most of her time honing her other skills, such as working on the ship fulfilling it's many mechanical needs. Though that's not all she's been training, he took his care of her as her "Rebirth" it was essentially a new life. As such from then he has been training her in the ways that his father taught him, and that fathers within all the more traditional Mandalorian clans teach their children. On the promise that on her 20th Birthday she would truly become a Mandalorian adult, and a member of the clan.

The past ten years, he's done more good deeds than he would usually do. While he usually worked to bring back his target alive he didn't care who he brought (So long as they weren't innocents) back to his employers so long as it was the target. Tanyas influence made him take less and less of these contracts, working mainly against criminals and the like. Even going so far as doing a couple of free jobs. It always filled Mar with a certain warmth, perhaps the one that parents feel, knowing tht despite all she had been through. She was still a good person at heart, though something always held her back. The Jedi, they couldn't have possibly been all wiped out, could they? It was always at the back of her mind until one day they heard the rumour that a member of the Hutt Cartel on Coruscant had a force user in his employ.

Now few remembered the Jedi thanks to the Emperors purging of all word of them, but Tanya remembered the night the Jedi fell and if a Jedi were to go into hiding on Coruscant, level 3030 would be the place to do it. How they had kept this rumour from having the Empire investigate the level was beyond her but she had to go. Mar agreed reluctantly, which is why as of now their ship is berthed in the closest possible port to 3030 and they're in a speeder working their way down...

Name:Krenn Prong
Race:Besalisk
Age:32
Occupation: Smuggler

Appearance: Of a regular build for a Besalisk. Krenn has the trademark scaley, darkbrown forehead, but instead of the normal beige skin underneath it, he grows a bushy stubble flowing over into a beard and the 'normal' walrus moustache. Though his size and eyebrows can be found intimidating or grumpy looking, he usually wears a friendly expression, smiling away or talking and laughing with a bouldering voice. A voice that has somewhat of an edge through years of cigar smoking. Unlike stereotypes demand his girth is no sign of physical neglection. The perceived 'Fatness' is mostly due to the species very cold home planet of Ojom, where a good insulating layer can mean the difference between life and death.

Apperel:
Krenn Prong seems grown into a 4-holed wife-beater shirt that used to be white. It is set with a number of pockets over the front out of which rags, cigars and an array of other stuff might protrude. Under it he has a similarly pocketed blue set of working pants. Over it all he wears a long, brown leather trenchcoat for the covert storage of a few more items in its numerous inner pockets. Oddly enough the trenchcoat only has 2 sleeves through which Krenn has his upper arms. Rendering the bottom arms either 'hidden' (though it gives him a bit of an odd shape), or the coat being pulled back behind the lower arms. The coat sleeves are neigh always rolled up to bare his forearms.

On his belt he has a set of heavy blasters, one for each hip.
Under his coat, at the backside of his belt he has two stun batons, nigh always hidden, but retrievable fast.

Weapons:
-A set (2) of heavy blaster pistols with filed away trigger guard to accomodate his large fingers.
-A second set (2) of blaster pistols that he conceals in his coat
-Two stun batons.

Equipment:
-A datapad
-A comm-link
-Cigars, of the thick variant.
-A gazillion packages of matches in various states of fullness (or emptyness if you are a pessimist).
-A pocket knife.
-Chance Cubes
-A canteen of whatever strong liquor was at hand in the last port.

Skills:
-A reasonable shot, though quantity has always been a bigger advantage than quality for Krenn.
-Fairly fast quickdrawer, 4 arms to follow can make it a bit of a magic trick sometimes
-Extra arms!
-Amiable to various degrees, mostly dependent on alcahol intake.
-Considerable knowledge of mechanics.
-Good pilot.
-Enjoys a brawl.

Flaws:
-Though he plays with the edges of criminal life as a smuggler Krenn is not a bad ass. He lacks the calculating pragmatism for it, and that might break him up in 3030.
-Preffers a drink or three.
-Enjoys a brawl.
-Can carry grudges.
-Is often oferconfident and fearless, in a bad way.
-Poor gambler.

Personality:Like most Besalisks Krenn Prong is prone to trust his fellow sentients. He is often friendly, outgoing and looking for new experiences. He can be considered rude for he has a tendency to cut conversations that bore him short. That combined with the Besalisk attention span is a bad mix, but prolonged exposure to other cultures have thought him other ways of keeping busy: fidgetting, huming, drumming fingers or simply resorting to deep phylosophical contemplations in the own mind. He thrives in 'tense' situations, though he would more likely label them as exciting. This also is one of his bigger flaws, as he has a tendency to choose for the more dangerous options. That being said, he is not one that brags about his exploits, and can be considered quite modest. On the other hand he is also loose lipped when asked the right questions or when rubbed the right way. He quickly forms friendships and that is both an advantage and a disadvantage. Krenn will usually expect the best in peoples, rendering him to be hard to insult or irritate subtly. Doing so overtly however will result in quite the ire, for he has little patience for acts of pure malice.

Goals: Currently delivering the spice and making it out alive, though on a grander scale he has a will to see the galaxy untill that bores him.

Backstory:

Growing up on the icy planet of Ojom, Krenn had a cold, but happy childhood. Born to Pom Prong and Karalam Prong-Sojol and raised in one of the more densely populated conclaves (one with heating!). His parents weren't wealthy but were able to provide. His father worked in a mineral mine and his mother worked at spaceport reception, Krenn always liked going with his parents to work, especially all the races and cultures at his mothers work intrigued him. He was groomed to become a technician like his uncle Dalaam on one of the space many space stations orbiting the planet (the only way outsiders could be anything near comfortable 'on' the planet, due to the cold). It was a job in which some good money could be made and his parents had always saved up for his education. So Krenn did his best, he genuinly enjoyed engineering and though not a prodigy, he was getting good grades.
And so, after his teens he went to work with the same employer as Dalaam. He was a content employee for the while repairing spaceships, cargo droids and other freighting infrastructure systems. He started to get independent, his own home, his own money and soon the first trip to one of the nearby systems followed. It was a time marked by the pleasures of working life, pazaak games with friends, bar brawls, hunting trips in the ice wastes of Ojom and the like. It all couldn't help that Krenn soon got bored of the repetitiveness of the job (A Besalisk racial trait). Though he had visited some places of the galaxy on hollidays or working trips, at age 24 Krenn decided to go work on one of the freighters that frequented his station. Hauling cargo for a peaceful and law abiding company that delivered the materials for heating devices.

Working an alround job as a technician/engineer and also pulling his weight on the unloading of the ship was some variation. But it only kept his interest for a good 3 years. Thus it was that at age 27 Krenn said his farewells to the crew and sought a more ‘exotic’ freighting job. Making use of the infrastructure he got knowledge of as a lawfull freighter crewmember, and his numerous bar visits in those spaceports. He found a less than peaceful and law abiding captain, called Halon Darun (a Dug) who made a few extra credits by adding a few goods to his cargo here and there. Krenn had heard his crew of "the Baron" boasting a few times over drinks in several of the spaceports they all frequented and when one of the boasts included a crew death he figured he might fill the spot. Captain Darun was sceptical at first, seeing as the rest of his crew were on the rough side, but he gave Krenn the benefit of the doubt, seeing that he was in need of a good engineer. Krenn got to see the more and more of the galaxy under this captain but this did not go without a few… ‘situations’ here and there.

Ranging from bar brawls, buyer shoutouts and spaceworm escapes Krenn was getting a taste of the life he was looking for, and living to tell the tale aswell! due to it Krenn Turned out to be an increasingly better shot and a capable brawler. Above all, he liked both, and so he nourished the skills over the years.

This time it was not Krenn who wanted a new job but the sudden end to his employers live that prompted Krenn into action. A deal on Kalee went sour. A weapon shipment, usually something they wouldnt take, but the payout promised to be quite handsome. What they didn't know was that the Kaleesh intended to pay in slaves. Captain Darun would not have it and negotiations turned into a brutal shootout in the cargo bay. The first casualty was Darun, a second and third were made under the crew of the Baron. Krenn and the remaining 3 crewmembers managed to retreat towards the ship under the cover of the ships cannons. They had to fly off with a half-unloaded cargo, half a crew and no captain. The captain was the adhesive and so bickering and blame became a wedge driving the remaining crew apart. The whole deal still bitters him, but a fresh start was made. With the credits saved up Krenn bought a freighter of his own to roam the galaxy with shipping mostly legal cargoes, with a bit extra on the side.
One such occasion now brings him to Coruscant, carrying a big load of legal foodwares, and a bit of spice on the side.

Name - Kinn-Dai-Shassna, better known as 'DJ D*Y*N*O' (it stands for 'Disparage Ya a New One'. He was, admittedly, stretching it a bit.)
Species - Tiss'Shar
Gender - Male
Age - 34
Occupation - Disc Jockey, Host of Radio 'Lectric 30, Electronic Musician, Swoop Bike Enthusiast, Ex-Swoop Gang Member.

Appearance - Facially, he looks a lot like this fellow:

...Except he has stripey patterns on him instead of spotty ones (plus, he tries to avoid looking that snarly). Unlike a lot of his kind, he seems to spend a disproportionate amount of his time leaning forward in true Dinosaur fashion. He has a normal amount of muscle for his kind... that is to say, a lot of muscle in his Theropodal legs, and rather lean everywhere else.

Apparel - Like most of his kind, he tends not to wear much in the way of clothes. His most substantial item of clothing is his signature vest, a fur-lined cool brown suede affair. Besides that, he also wears a pair of fingerless gloves and some leg warmers (yes, really), both of them black with red linings. On his eyes, he likes wearing strapless goggles with very shiny crimson lenses on them. Why? Don't ask him.
Weapons - He may not particularly like violence, but he's not stupid. He prefers Slugthrower weapons to Blasters, mostly out of familiarity. He owns an 8-Gauge Scatter Gun (which he tends to keep at his apartment/broadcasting cave) and an Adjudicator pistol (which he keeps on him). However, even without those, he hasn't lost touch with his bestial roots; he can still rip and tear with the best of 'em.
Equipment - He owns two Synthtone Boards; one at home to make his own music with, and the other being a smaller, portable version which he takes to the various events he's paid to be at. He rides about the place on his custom Swoop Bike, a modified MobQuet Overracer, which is painted white with bright Crimson stripes that match his own stripes on it.

Skills - Well, as far as music-making and DJing go, he's one of the better ones in 3030; technically, anyway. Whether you like the sort of stuff he makes or not is down to opinion :V. He specialises in Electronic music, a genre which he feels is especially underexplored in the modern age of constantly revisiting the same tired old Jatz records (not that he has anything against Jatz; he even has his own Kloo Horn!) He's also quite precise when speeding about at breakneck speeds on his Swoop... hell, his attention to detail in regards to not-crashing-and-burning probably translated quite well to DJing.

He also knows how to perform basic maintenance procedures on both his bike and his equipment, but his knowledge in this regard is quite specialised and doesn't translate well to other machines.

But that's not what you're interested in, is it? (:V) Yes, he can fire a gun. He knows to operate them, and can aim straight. He's certainly no special forces marksman, though, which is probably why he owns a Shotgun. As previously implied, his claws do come in handy for tricky situations. Not just combat ones, either.
Flaws - As previously implied (again), he's not particularly well-suited to straight-up combat. He's no badass.

Also, though he's quite good at hiding it while on the air, he's a very conflicted person. On the one hand, he absolutely hates, hates 3030 with every scale on his skin, but feels an obligation to continue living there because if he was gone then who else would be there to raise the spirits of all the other people less fortunate than him? This inner conflict often leads him to drink lots of cocktails and/or smoke suspect herbal substances in an effort to take his mind off it.

He also has difficulty trusting humans, and to a lesser extent, near-human aliens, owing primarily to his upbringing.

Personality - On air and at bars, he comes off as a very friendly and optimistic fellow who despises evil and injustice, but holds out hope that one day, things will change for the better, but until then he's there for the people to raise them out of their misery dumps without sacrificing proper awareness of the harsh realities of living in such a horrible place as 3030.

That's the persona he broadcasts to the rest of the world; the truth actually isn't that far from that, in practice. The main difference is that he's not so optimistic; he knows damn well that things won't change in his lifetime, especially with the Empire around, and if it does, then he certainly won't be the person to bring it. Sometimes he hates himself for this attitude, other times he just consoles himself with the knowledge that he's still alive and making music; what more could he ask for?

On air, he prefers to keep his cool almost 100% of the time; thus, if something pisses him off somehow, he's much more likely to just make some veiled snide remark about it. This goes double for anything having to do with the gangs, since he doesn't really want to piss them off, especially not Gorro since he's paying him protection money. Off the air, he's much more comfortable about exploding into rants about things he hates. The only exception to this rule seems to be the Pure Hand Syndicate, or human supremacists in general; whenever it gets brought up on the Radio, expect it and everyone who associates with it to get verbally savaged.

Also, he makes no attempt to hide his enthusiasm for Swoop Biking, both off and on the air. He'll scream about SPEEEEEEED if you let him. Not that kind of speed. :/
Goals - Raise the spirits of the downtrodden masses, stay alive, make music, pay off Gorro's protection money, clip claws at some point.

Backstory - Kinn-Dai-Shassna has pretty much spent his entire life in 3030; he never knew his parents, because his egg got stolen from them before he was born by an especially hungry man. Both fortunately and unfortunately, the egg was then stolen from him, only to be sold by a gang-affiliated sentient egg-trading ring. But then the ring was busted by a local all-alien Swoop gang, calling themselves the Electric Dinkos. The gang itself, while involved in criminal activity, was known in the area for also being highly protective of 3030's average citizens, especially aliens under threat from discrimination. The gang took it upon themselves to track down the Eggs' respective parents and return their children to them, but unfortunately it didn't work too well since it's pretty hard to identify lineage from the surface of an Egg.

Thus, some of their members, in particular one of their lieutenants, a huge Bothan called Eeaks Eetom, decided that they would instead raise the eventual hatchlings as their own, hopeful that they could instil within them the skills necessary for survival and virtue within such a horrible place. To this end, they literally set up their own orphanage, which they funded through their various criminal ventures.

Kinn-Dai-Shassna (most likely not his original name, but Eeaks was savvy enough to look up his race and that race's naming customs before he did the deed) felt out-of-place right from day one, thanks to his unusual body structure compared to his more humanoid peers. Nonetheless, he was treated rather well by his Swoop gangster parents, trained in basic gunplay, Swoop biking, Swoop maintenance, Swoop spotting... Swoop anything, really. However, Kinn always felt like he didn't belong in a Swoop gang, primarily because he didn't think of himself as a badass and tended to avoid getting into fights. When he was old enough, he preferred to ferry around gang members and lead them along Swoop routes rather than directly tackle with rival gangs.

He first got interested in music when Eeaks decided to show off his amateur Jatz skills, and Kinn, while impressed, asked him 'has anyone ever made something like that with machines?' Thus, Eeaks discovered that they did, but it wasn't especially popular. Kinn took a listen to some of this 'machine' music, and was mesmerised. Nothing had quite captivated his attention like that. Pretty soon, he found himself spending gang money on a Synthtone Board so he could make his own stuff. The music he basically improvised off-the-cuff caught the attention of his fellow gang members, who soon made him designated bar soundtrack-provider.

Eventually, Eeaks told him that, with skills like his, he didn't need to stick around on 3030; he could sell his talents all over the galaxy. Kinn actually took his advice to heart; waving farewell to the Electric Dinkos, he soon moved out of 3030 and spent the next eight years hopping across various worlds, where he offered his services as a DJ to anyone who would pay, and occasionally sell his records on the street since he didn't especially trust any of the Human-run record labels.

Eventually, though he had told himself he would never return to 3030, he returned anyway just so he could see his old gang buddies again. He wasn't planning on sticking around, but things changed when he learned that, in his absence, a group of Human Supremacists, spurred on by the recent formation of the repressive Empire, had burned down the orphanage that he grew up in and killed Eeaks Eetom. This enraged him enough that he seriously considered hunting them down and killing them all, but eventually decided against it, in spite of encouragement from his old Gang buddies, because it wouldn't accomplish anything but perpetuate the vicious cycle of violence.

It was this incident, though, that motivated him to stay in 3030 and set up his own radio station, Radio 'Lectric 30 (named in honour of the 'Electric' passion for justice held by many Aliens, but kept bottled up in the wake of human domination). His mission from then on was not only to make a buck, but also to make life halfway bearable for 3030's citizens, if only by figuratively keeping them company on lonely nights.

The station is currently headquartered in his apartment, which is, itself, located above a diner run by a very sarcastic middle-aged Mrlssti lady called Teema, who is known to occasionally fill in for Kinn on the radio whenever he's occupied elsewhere (she also hates Humans, to the degree that she only serves them begrudgingly). Both he and Teema have to pay protection money for Gorro the Hutt, as they run their business quite deep in Gorro's territory.

Name - Namen Starblade
Species - Human
Gender - Male
Age - 23
Occupation - Ship Captain/Smuggler

Appearance - A very average man, Namen has short, messy dirt brown hair, with thick, trimmed stubble coating his chin and cheeks. His eyes are a steely grey, with a spark of wisdom and life knowledge lighting them up. He's got a handful of tattoos adorning parts of his body, most from his days in the Imperial Navy. The most notable are the symbol of the Galactic Empire on his right shoulder, and his former Identification Number of DS-63-5 on his left wrist. He isn't much above average in height and weight, and this helps him avoid standing out in crowds.

Apparel - Namen wears a thick synthleather jacket over a grey long-sleeve shirt, with black pocketed pants, and black Imperial uniform boots, and a utility belt with many pouches and containers, and a blaster holster for a right-handed person
Weapons - DL-44 Heavy Blaster Pistol, two Thermal Detonators, a vibroknife
Equipment - Datapad, Computer Spike, Lockpicking kit, medical supplies, Limited(illegal) access to his VCX-100 Freighter, the Invincible Rancor

Skills - Namen is a talented quickdraw artist, smuggler, lockpick, and barterer. He could charm the rage out of a rancor, and blast the wings off an insect 10 yards away. He's a skilled pilot of both fighter-craft and larger freighters, a callback from his time in the Imperial Navy.
Flaws - He's cocky, arrogant in his skills, and somewhat self-centered. He's also wanted by Russag the Hutt, a notorious Nar Shaddaa Gangster, and the Imperials to a lesser extent. His biggest weakness, is that his ship is under impound with a price of 100,000 Imperial Credits for its release, limiting his access to it, and removing his ability to leave Coruscant.

Personality - Namen is cocksure, has massive faith in his abilities, and tries to twist every encounter to favor him and his situation. He has been known to offer you a drink one minute, and punch out your lights the next. He has somewhat of a distaste for aliens, though nowhere near the extent of the Empire. He's a man of credits first and foremost, willing to take nearly any job if the price is right. All in all, he's just your average, run-of-the-mill smuggler.
Goals - Namen’s main goal is to get his ship out of impound and get off of Coruscant. To a lesser extent, he also wants to try and get some help in clearing his name with Russag, and making some new connections for smuggling and cargo runs in the future.

Backstory - Born to middle-class parents on Ord Mantell, Namen had a very bland childhood. He went to school, helped around the house, and really didn’t have much in the way of excitement. This is why when he came of age, he enlisted in the Imperial Naval Academy to become a pilot, hoping for some chance at adventure and excitement. Namen excelled in the Academy, scoring top marks as both a pilot and a commander, and graduating in the top 1% of his class. After graduation, he served for 3 years as an Imperial Pilot, flying many missions to help put down rebellious groups and organizations. Eventually, he would grow tired of this life as well, finding little joy in the aimless fighting of the Imperial Navy. He managed to escape aboard a cargo freighter as it made a stop at a Naval station he was at. Namen ended up commandeering this vessel, renaming it the Invincible Rancor, and fleeing to the disputed Outer Rim, to hide away from the possibility of Imperial discovery and capture. It was here he learned to take up smuggling, putting his piloting and combat skills to use in running drugs and cargo right under the noses of the Imperials, and rival gang lords.

His prime employer was a Hutt crime boss by the name of Russag, a powerful ruler on Nar Shaddaa, Russag grew to enjoy Namen for his charm, though the massive amounts of wealth in profits didn’t hurt. This wasn’t very long-lived however, as Namen got a bit too cocky for his own good, and thought he could get away with backroom dealing from under Russag. When one of these deals cost Russag over 300,000 in credits, He grew furious, and immediately placed a bounty on Namen’s head. With that, Namen fled the Outer Rim to avoid the wrath of the Crime Lord, fleeing first to Corellia, than to Coruscant in hopes of finding someone who could clear his name. However, when he landed on Coruscant, he didn’t exactly receive a warm welcome. During a docking inspection, the Imperials aboard found his secret compartments for smuggling….and the vast quantities of contraband within. His ship was impounded and the contents seized. With no ship to leave, and no goods to trade, Namen decided to set off into the massive city, to see what would he could find to free his ship and clear his name.