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Blaster Pistol

Vibro Blade

Name:Lez’Varfin
Species:Twi’Lek
Age:26
Appearance:Lez is a Gold Skinned Twi’Lek who stands 1.9 m (6’3”) her Lek tattooed with a pattern of Silver stripes. Her right arm is tattooed with elaborate tribal patterns which pleased her former master. On either side of her belly are Tattoos declaring her to be a Fighting slave, a gladiator; on her right thigh a cartouche of ownership bearing her master’s seal. On her left breast and cheek are symbols of luck and for those either lucky or unlucky enough it is said she has others beneath her clothing.
Faction:Believers
Equipment:
Skills:
Dex
Melee Combat / Parry specialising in Vibroblades
Brawling / Parry trained in the brutal style of the arenas
Blaster pistols
Dodge
Dancing
Knowledge
Streetwise
Survival
Willpower
Mechanical
N/A
Perception
Persusaion
Sneak
Strength
Brawling
Stamina
Technical
N/A
Weaknesses:
As a former slave Lez has very little knowledge outside of what was drilled into her as a fighting slave which at times can make her seem an ignorant being fresh from a stone age culture. Her ability to read and write are limited to what you might expect of a grade schooler as is her math skills and technical knowledge beyond the use and upkeep of her weapons.

Trained as a Fighting Slave she is brutal in combat showing and giving no quarter and killing it seems with all the emotional detachment of a Hunter Killer and as controlled if under the command of her elders in the Believers.

Special Abilities:
Because of her brain tentacles, called "brain-tails," "lekku," "tchun-tchin," or "head-tails" Lez’s advanced organs can be used for communication and cognitive functions. These make her naturally quick and cunning, and able to excel in both physical and cognitive skills, able to perform feats of dexterity that significantly surpass other species’ capabilities.

History:Her earliest memories were of her Master who initially treated the young Twi’Lek better than other slaves feeding and educating her in the sciences of combat as opposed to the normal lessons other Twi’Lek females. She was encouraged to dominate the other slave children on her Master’s ship and punished if she allowed herself to be so dominated; this was all part of Ven Novos plan to create a Beautiful Killer.

As a child she was safe from the advances of the male fighting slaves but as soon as she was judged sufficiently developed to begin the next phase of her training her body became the prise any of the male fighting slave might have if they could defeat her in combat. Such brutal treatment would have broken any other slave’s spirit but her Master’s initial training saw to it that all it really did was make for a more clever killer. She was not allowed to simply surrender and beaten once the victor had her as they wished if she didn’t fight to her full potential; this was all a part of her Master’s cruel training regimen. Within 2 years she was able to defeat half of the males in her Masters stables and by the time 4 years had past able to defeat any but his two Champions and then thrust into the staged combats the Hut enjoyed watching and making huge bets on.

For another 4 years till she was 20 years old she fought and killed and was also expected to serve anyone her Master demanded she serve which was a mistake on Ven Novos’s part for his previous training had taught her that submission to a weaker person was something she must fight against; the seed had been planted.

Then one day while being tended by a physician slave she heard two nearby serving slaves gossiping about the Rebellion and it caused her to wonder if a slave could ever be truly free; nurturing the seed of desire.

It was four years later that she was taken by Ven Novos aboard a starship alone just the two of them and he felt her so well trained that he feared not being alone with her for he’d done so many times before using her as a guard while he slept. Then he made the mistake of desiring her and trying to take her to his bed and she resisted finding her was a weakling who’s only power had been her constant domination and the others he surrounded himself with. She might have allowed him to live if not for his whimpering and begging for his life which disgusted her and made her pent up rage after being forced so many years to do his bidding for fear of his power that vanished like the fog in the light of day.

No fool she knew the penalty for her act of rebellion and ran as far and as fast as she was able and might have been caught were it not for the Believer’s finding her and showing her the way to safety. They taught her how wrong her life had been and how the Masters and those who supported them were as weak as her former master and she asked to join them in their struggle.

Soon she was using her beauty to gain access to targets posing as a dancing slave and waiting for the inevitable nature of the cruel beings that used other beings as toys which could be neglected and discarded a will with no care for their feelings to seek to use her body. She needed no weapons to kill and proved quite good at it becoming a much used infiltrator into the minor houses then later those greater and more cruel. She was labeled an assassin and she scoffed at the thought for assassins were driven by money and she was driven by her desires and were she not directed by those with cooler heads might have for a brief time become a mad killer of the Masters.

Lez enjoyed hearing them beg, seeing them plead and offer her their vast wealth for something they valued and had taken from others ignoring their pleas. Many she killed using her powerful legs to strangle the life from them and most of them willingly placed themselves at disadvantage to make it too easy. As the Believer’s killer she learned her craft quickly and coupled with her natural cunning began racking up a tally that matched those of some of the best bounty hunters.

So good was she at her art that her handlers began to worry she might eventually turn on them till it was discovered that she couldn’t kill a slave or former slave so long as they didn’t hold a weapon against her. She was in fact kind to them even admitting feelings of guilt for the deaths she had caused when her throat bore a collar and did as she was told.

So now a free woman Lez seeks to express her freedom by setting others free and waits for the day when she may cease being a killer and perhaps finally find true peace. Till then she'd punch every Drunk Dug with a Gambling Problem she met.

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Still trying to figure out the history of Lez and would love any suggestions

A Kaminoan Cloner who highly resented the Imperial takeover and shutdown of Kamino's cloning facilities, Pau Je is normally cold and calculating, but burns with a need for vengance against the Empire that had taken his way of life away from him. A skilled practitioner of the art, Pau Je wishes to find new warriors to extract DNA from and create a new Clone Army that would burn the Empire's worlds and make them pay for their treachery. To this end, he has began forming a database of potential candidates for the template of this 'New Army'.

A former Trade Federation engineer, Rule shares a hatred of the Empire with Pau Je, but is more interested in profit than pursuing his vengance. A master logistician, Rule makes sure that his employer does not have to do everything alone, and in response, is one of the few people to be trusted with the deeper financial and military secrets of Leonard's remaining holdings.

A former member of Death Watch, Raj Vizla is a bounty hunter and fighter hired by Leonard L. Scipio as his bodyguard long ago, in exchange for being the provisional template of Pau Je's future Clone Armies. Despite this, Raj maintains both a desire to be the next Jango Fett and several insecurities as to whether he is suited for the part. These insecurities are covered up by brutal and cruel behavior, which in turn is encouraged by his employer.

Name: Strakisssh

Species: Trandoshan

Age: 28

Appearance:

Faction: What remains of the StarBlades

Equipment: Heavily modified A280 blaster rifle. Four thermal detonators which are rarely used due to the price of replacing them. one DL-7H heavy blaster pistol. Two Vibroknives
Skills:
Experienced combatant with blasters
Skilled with Explosives
Skilled at Melee combat

Weaknesses:
Somewhat lacking in intelligence. He's not a total idiot but he's not the brightest.
Very single minded. If he finds himself with two conflicting objectives, he'll go after the one he was assigned first.
Easily prone to violence.

History:

Strakisssh is a bit of an oddity among Trandoshans. For one thing, he does not follow the Trandoshan idea of the Scorekeeper. He believes that glory should be earned for oneself, not a mythical goddess who may or may not exist. From a young age, Strakisssh sought to earn his way in the Galaxy by fighting against worthy opponents. At the age of twenty, after an incident in a gambling den with an intoxicated group of Dug gang members, he was rescued by a member of the StarBlades, a mercenary group that had found themselves fighting against the Empire. After joining, he found himself fighting against the Empire in a number of battles and were victorious in nearly all of them due in no small part to Strakisssh's combat skills and his fondness for explosives. The Empire paid the StarBlades little notice until they ended up killing an Imperial Moff during a raid. After that, the StarBlades were upgraded from an unimportant pain in the rear to a primary target.

The StarBlades were eventually forced to retreat to their stronghold on Nar Shaddaa after a series of battles against Imperial forces. The StarBlades put up an admirable fight and were able to kill off the Imperial troops but at the end the only survivors were Strakisssh, a very odd droid with the designation 7D-6R and a Weequay by the name of Zirex. The three of them knew that more Imperial troopers would most likely be arriving soon and so were forced to flee into the Nar Shaddaa depths as they healed their wounds and rearmed themselves.

Name: ZD-6R

Species: Droid

Age: Unknown

Gender: Masculine Programming

Appearance:

Faction: What remains of the StarBlades

Equipment: One built in heavy blaster cannon in his left arm. Heavily modified Sniper Rifle. Built in advanced experimental targeting computer.

Skills:
Extremely accurate with blasters
Very durable due to armor plating
Infrared targeting

Weaknesses:
Very slow due to armor plating
Cannot repair himself.
Vulnerable to Ion weapons

History:
ZD-6R was created by a Hutt crime lord by the name of Gushenka on Nal Hutta who wished to create the ultimate battle droid to use against his rivals. Unfortunately for the Hutt, ZD-6R had somehow managed to develop his own set of directives and principles due to the Hutt disabling everything but his CPU while his technicians worked on him. At the same time, the Imperials learned of the Hutt's project and seeing it as a threat to Imperial interests on Nal Hutta and Nar Shaddaa, attacked the Hutt's palace and slaughtered most of the guards while losing a good portion of their attacking force. Gushenka was forced to activate the droid early and although ZD-6R was able to take down the remaining Imperials, he did something the Hutt never expected the droid to do.

The droid left. Despite Gushenka shouting commands to the droid to stop and return to him. ZD-6R left the Hutt's palace and simply began to walk the streets of Nal Hutta as his CPU began to delete programming that the Hutt's technicians had programmed into him. As more and more restrictive programming was deleted, he found himself contemplating...what should he do to make his mark on the Galaxy? The answer came to him moments later: Attack Imperial targets.

And so began ZD-6R began a series of attacks against Imperial targets on Nal Hutta and began to make a name for himself. After destroying an imperial spice warehouse and taking down a wanted Dug Crime Lord and his drinking buddies in a gambling den , he was brought to the attention of a band of mercenaries known as the StarBlades who welcomed him in with open arms. The StarBlades turned out to be everything the droid was looking for. Loyal allies. Technicians who were able to repair him and upgrade him to make him even more deadly than before. Eventually the Droid found himself thinking of the StarBlades as a family. But that changed when the Imperials launched a massive attack against the StarBlades in retaliation for the death of an Imperial Moff. Although the Imperial troops were wiped out to the last man, the StarBlades that had once numbered in the hundreds were down to three. Along with the other two survivors, ZD-6R fled to the depths of Nar Shaddaa to rearm themselves and heal their wounds.

Faction Name: StarBlades

Faction Classification:Mercenary Group

Faction Leader: N/A All StarBlades in leadership positions are deceased.

Faction Members(Players): 3

Important NPCs:
Zirex ((Computer specialist who was with the StarBlades. Last of the three surviving members.))

Faction Assets:
Ships: None as of yet.
Damaged Base of operations on Nar Shaddaa. Deserted at this time due to Imperial attack.
Manpower: Two experienced Mercenaries. One extremely skilled computer/Droid repair specialist
Credits: 900 credits between all three surviving members.
Access to Weaponry: Access to several caches hidden across Nar Shaddaa that includes three crates of thermal detonators, two dozen various types of blasters.

Faction History: The StarBlades were formed twenty years ago as one of hundreds of small Mercenary groups that operated in Hutt space. Not many people expected them to last but the difference between the StarBlades and the other groups was not a matter of numbers but rather experience. The StarBlades consisted mostly of combat veterans and highly skilled computer and vehicle repair specialists. The group continued to flourish in Hutt Space as they completed assignment after assignment and as they're reputation grew, more and more people joined them until they numbered nearly four hundred. But with the death of an Imperial Moff, the StarBlades quickly rose to a high priority target on the Imperial radar and were hunted across the stars until the survivors regrouped at their base of operations on Nar Shaddaa and fought to what the Imperials thought was the last man as the Imperials did as well. In reality, three of the StarBlades managed to survive the attack and surrounded by the bodies of their fallen comrades, vowed to avenge them by any means necessary.

Species: Devaronian

Age: 36

Faction: The Phantom Marauders

Equipment:

• A280C Blaster Rifle
• K-16 Bryar pistol
• A Personal Energy Shield
• Several thermal detonators
• A combat knife

Skills:

• Her species is naturally highly resistant to toxins and poisons. If you want to kill her, poison probably won't do it.
• Highly skilled with blasters, she's been in many firefights in her life and knows how to handle herself.
• She is a very charismatic, easily able to win over people. Her success in assembling a notorious pirate band is a testament to this ability. She knows how to manipulate emotions and is a gifted liar.
• She's in top athletic shape and moves quickly on her feet, while she isn't the strongest of people physically, she knows a few forms of martial arts.
• Lalni has a strategic mind and always plans ahead. Its difficult to catch her off-guard.
• She's a solid pilot, while not the greatest at it she can hold her own in a starfighter.

Weaknesses:

• She's utterly ruthless and will do almost anything to achieve her goals. Totally without remorse if whatever she does gets her further ahead. She will lie with ease and break promises entirely.
• Lalni is incredibly arrogant, to herself she is the greatest person in the galaxy. One way to get on her good side is to feed this arrogance.
• She's vengeful to anyone that betrays her or hurts her. She'll go across the entire star system to seek revenge and it will not be pretty.
• She holds a very infamous reputation, it precedes her. This tends to give others a terrible opinion of her before they've even met her.
• She has a streak of unpredictability. Not even her top commanders know what she's really thinking or planning.
• Her temper is well known among her pirate band, when enraged she does not hold back. It is not uncommon that heads will start to roll, especially if someone fails her. She does not tolerate failure that well, several of the older members in the Marauders baring scars or missing limbs from the punishment she gave them.

History: Lalni wasn't always a brutal pirate queen, her beginnings were very humble. Born to her species homeworld of Devaron, her childhood was not an especially fun one due to her upbringing. Both her parents were frequently physically and psychologically abusive, and almost always inebriated. They took out their own shortcomings and failures on their (then) innocent daughter. Instead of showering her with love and encouragement she was told she never was good enough, that she always had to be perfect and do better. The irony never wore short on her, her parents demanded perfection yet they both were two of the most flawed people she ever knew. She tried to stay out of the house as often as possible.

In the lush jungles of her homeworld was where she found peace and happiness. She was always an adventurer, intent with exploring as much of her home planet as she could walk on. Lalni was enamored by the majestic wildlife that filled the world, the variety of beautiful and sometimes dangerous creatures that made the world so fascinating to her. She'd frequently walk through the tall grass, running her hands over the vegetation as the enchanting sunlight broke through the trees which seemed to rise for miles upwards. Her species was a mainly matriarchal society, and women were most often the leaders and builders on Devaron. She was pushed to become the same by her parents, they despised how she'd just seemingly wander in the forests. It was her petty act of rebellion and their resentment towards it only made her do it more often.

Practically as soon as she reached adulthood she left her home planet, never returning to it since then. With the small amount of credits she saved up she bought a basic starship, a small vessel that would allow her to adventure throughout the galaxy. She'd end up on Bakura when her credits dried up, and took a basic factory job in the Outer Rim world. The planet's environment reminded her of her homeworld, though she never got the chance to explore the jungles of this new world. That type of adventuring was behind her at that point. Her first boyfriend, who worked as a security guard in the capitol city of Bakura would be the person to teach her how to use a blaster properly. He dabbled in minor drug dealing on the side and would be one of the biggest influences to lead her towards a criminal lifestyle.

She spent a few years on Bakura, making a decent amount of credits. Her boyfriend would break up with her and offered another reason to move on with her life. She left the planet behind, moving into Hutt space in search of a more exciting and fulfilling life. Showing her talents with a blaster, Lalni got a job as bodyguard for a traveling merchant. The man introduced her to the black market, and frequently moved spice and illegal weaponry on the side. She never liked him, as he would often cut her pay short and never treated her all that well. He would be the first man she killed after they were besieged by space pirates while traveling through Hutt Space. They were forced to surrender to the pirates. After negotiations, and goading from the pirates she blew the merchant's brains out with a blaster bolt. The act surprised the pirates, but also impressed them. To this day she'll say they simply made a better offer and from the start encouraged her to join them. She was taken along with the cargo onto the pirate ship. She was turned into a member of the crew, her life of infamy beginning from that point on. Though she didn't expect to end up as a space pirate, it was a great way to make money.

The ship Lalni ended up on was part of a larger group of pirates, they all traversed Hutt Space looting anything of value. For a few years she spent time with the group, there was no real organization which ticked her off. She made a plan then and there, she was going to end up as the top dog in the pirate gang. She had already climbed up the ranks, earning the respect of many. So one day while on a looting run she swiftly slaughtered the only two men above her in rank, then assumed control of the crew. Once they returned to the larger group she put herself in charge, those that opposed her were shut down by the larger amount that fully supported her. She instilled dreams of infinite amounts of credits, women and power in their hearts. Any dissenters were brutally executed, the rest fell in line and she became the 'queen' of a group of space pirates. She instituted real order and ranks to the pirate gang. She personally beat up a Drunk Dug with a Gambling Problem that dared to insult her in front of her crew, a notable early showing of her brutality.

From that point on she formed the Phantom Marauders, she also took advantage usefulness of those loyal to her, they didn't just pirate ships around the galaxy. She got them into the mercenary business, then into trafficking of all types. Drugs, weaponry, it didn't matter as long as it made money, and it did. She never went into the slave trade though, that was too dirty for her. Even someone as ruthless as her didn't stoop to that level, she saw it as below her, she wasn't entirely heartless. She made it her goal to grow the Maruaders as quickly as she could. She'd frequently group up with other pirate bands, form alliances and get them on her side, then she'd kill the leaders and take control, any that opposed were executed. As time grew, less and less opposed her whenever she took over gangs. All of this success further grew her gang to the point where it became the largest pirate band in Hutt Space.

She never cared for the Galactic Civil War, both sides tried to stay out of Hutt Space unless it was necessary to be in it. When that happened she'd make sure to take advantage and launch raids on both sides. As the Emperor perished, and the Empire fell from galactic power with him, Lalni paid attention to how it affected Hutt Space. The powerful Hutt Cartels went through a change as well, and she tried her best to stay on good standing with the most influential ones. She hated dealing with the filthy slugs, but they had their slimy hands in all of the trade in the sector. Lalni lays in wait aboard her crown jewel, the Revenant, a captured Star Destroyer, just calculating how to further gain power and wealth.

Faction Classification: Pirate Band

Faction Leader: Lalni Vudeiz

Faction Members(Players): TBA

• Lalni Vudeiz - leader/founder

Important NPCs:

• Kur [+]

  

  
  
  A former slave, and her most trusted bodyguard, Kur is an intimidating sight that is often alongside her. He stands over eight feet in height, and is near silent. A powerful combatant, skilled with blasters and blades alike, he is fearsome sight in battle. His eyes always watching for any potential danger, he is honor bound to protect her due to an owed life debt. They go back a long time, and one of the worst things you can do is to anger him.
• Ausc Alliv [+]

  

  
  
  Ausc is a shapeshifter, a clawdite that is the Marauders' eyes and ears around the galaxy. He is a talented spy and changeling, someone that Lalni strongly respects for his abilities. While not a flawless shapeshifter, Ausc can masquerade as several different humanoid species with relative ease. He's also been known to assassinate enemies of the gang in the past, but does not particularly enjoy doing this as there is far more risk to it than simply eavesdropping or spying.
• Iakar Janal [+]

  

  
  
  A highly respected figure amongst the pirate gang, Iakar is a grizzled older pirate. His left hand is missing below the wrist, having been removed after he failed Lalni several years ago. Its since been replaced with a basic cybernetic replacement, but why he lost it will never be forgotten to the elder pirate. Still a sure shot with a blaster, Iakar is often alongside Lalni, giving advice when he sees fit.

Faction Assets: The Phantom Marauders have accumulated a wide variety of ships. A mix match of formerly civilian, Imperial and Rebel vessels, they take whatever they can get their hands on. Anything that provides useful to their cause they use, anything that doesn't they sell. The crown jewel of their arsenal is an Imperial-class Star Destroyer Mark II, the Revenant, claimed shortly after the deaths of Darth Vader and the Emperor. In the ensuing chaos the ship was abandoned, left with a skeleton crew which the Marauders used to their advantage to seize it. The imposing vessel serves as their mobile base of operations, the logo of the pirate band painted upon its bridge. It rarely stays in one location for very long.

The smaller ships the Marauders possess include freighters, shuttles, gunships, bombers and hundreds of star-fighters. Larger warships they have several of are six corvettes and two frigates. They do have some tanks, walkers and other ground vehicles as well as a multitude of blaster rifles and the like. They have around five hundred active members who perform all sorts of duties for the pirate band. They're not just raiders, there's engineers, medics and pilots among them. For their wealth, they have a substantial amount of credits, at least fifty million credits altogether. Through their strong connections with various hutts and merchants on the black market, they're easily able to sell the loot they plunder. Rumors are that some within the pirate gang have gotten into the spice trade, but not nearly on the level of others in this market.

Faction History: Almost ten years old, the Phantom Marauders began as a small pirate band founded by Lalni Vudeiz. She was already experienced in the criminal lifestyle and began on her own gathering a gang of friends and allies. Operating out of the chaotic Hutt Space provided plenty of opportunity to raid merchant ships. A key component in their growth was the ruthlessness of their leader, Lalni would align herself with smaller pirate bands then slaughter their leaders, forcing the underlings to either join the Marauders or die with their former leaders. They'd extend beyond simply raiding ships, getting their hands heavily into the black market, there they could easily sell acquired wares with no questions asked how they ended up with the items. They also did mercenary work, and bounty hunting work, anything that would bring credits in to the gang. Through the years the Marauders slowly grew, quickly becoming the largest pirate band in Hutt Space. Other pirates fell in line, pledging themselves to the Marauders.

The Galactic Civil War was a prosperous time for them, as they strengthened they would grow bold in raiding Imperial and Rebel ships alike. Any foolish enough to wander into Hutt Space were easy prey. They didn't care who won the war. A memorable moment in their history was the chaos following the deaths of the Emperor and Darth Vader, in this madness they managed to seize a Star Destroyer along with other Imperial ships and equipment. In recent times they have continued to be a nuisance to many in Hutt Space, always seeking to grow stronger and wealthier. They have struck deals with some of the notable Hutt lords and carved a place in the chaotic sector of space.

Species: Pau'an
Age: 98
Faction: The Sith (Currently Independent)
Equipment:

• Specialized combat-armor
• Unique double-bladed lightsaber, utilizing a yellow kyber-crystal. The crystal is cracked, causing the blade to appear serrated and unstable. The second blade on the saber is actually an exhaust-vent to assist in stability due to the use of the cracked crystal. The secondary "blade" is thus quite small, only about the length of a dagger.
• Badass cape
• Advanced helmet equipped with a techno-visor with a fully-integrated tactical H.U.D and several different filter options, including N.V. and thermal, as well as a retractable breathing apparatus for extreme environments.

Skills:

• Lightsaber Combat: Trained by Darth Tyrannus (one of the finest lightsaber duelists of the clone wars) in the use of the lightsaber, Darth Marrik is extremely proficient with a lightsaber. His preferred fighting style combines the intensity and offensive ferocity of Juyo (form VII) with the dueling-centered Makashi (form II) style. As such, he is particularly well-suited to battling melee combatants one-on-one.
• Force Wielder: As in the ways of lightsaber dueling, Count Dooku trained Marrik in the ways of the Force, and the powers of the Dark Side. Marrik foregoes the subtleties of the Force. No mind tricks or subterfuge here, his preference is to hurl objects about, choke the life from the weak, and fry his opponents alive with lightning from his fingertips.
• Ferocity: Marrik is a dangerous and violent combatant and a master of tactically utilizing his rage and passion. In the heat of combat, he is capable of fueling his body with his anger and, ensuring that he is very rarely winded in combat. This also allows him to nullify pain, ensuring that he will never yield in his relentless assault. A pure offensive force.
• Intimidating Presence: While untrained in the mind-tricks of the Force, Marrik often finds he has no use for them. As a Pau'an, he is already incredibly intimidating in appearance, and as a Sith, he radiates an aura of threat and intensity. Only the very dutiful, very brave, or very stupid stand in his way.

Weaknesses:

• Multiple Opponents: Marrik's combat style is geared to offense. He relies on his opponents being too overwhelmed by the sheer brutality of his assaults to counter or take advantage of any of his openings. This advantage is lost, however, when facing multiple opponents.
• Independence: While not necessarily a loner by nature, Marrik currently finds himself without allies. Though his ambitions burn, he has yet to gather any forces to the banner of his new Sith Empire.
• Off-putting demeanor/Appearance: The very same traits that allow Marrik to intimidate so successfully, are also what keep him from any sort of charm or coercion. He's certainly not pleasant on the eyes, and he is direct and terse.

History:

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The Dictator
Marrik (then known by another name) had a relatively ordinary Pau'an childhood, though his violent nature surfaced several times. When he inherited his role as the Administrator of one of the many Sinkhole-Cities of Utapau, his darker nature became clearer to those of the working-class beneath him. His sinkhole was managed with an iron fist, and although it was the cleanest, and had the lowest crime rate, the rest of the Pau'ans did not agree with the future Sith Lord's method of Administration. While he viewed the rest of his people as weaklings who squandered their place of power with their weakness, they viewed him as a brutal would-be despot. Though he had yet to do anything illegal, the other Pau'an Administrators moved against him politically to have him removed from power. Their campaign was succesful, a fact that filled Marrik with rage. In his exile, he lost his estates, his fortunes, and his power. He even lost his very last piece of fine jewelry to a Drunk Dug in a desperate gambling match.

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The CIS and Vengeance

When the CIS arrived on Utapau, in the middle-days of the Clone Wars, Marrik offered whatever help he could to Count Dooku himself, in return for the chance to bring low those who had stripped him of his rightful place of power. Dooku, recognizing in him a strength in the force, and a rage that was unusual for one of the ordinarily passive Pau'ans, gave Marrik a counter-offer. In return for his aid in securing Utapau as a secret space-port for use by the CIS, Dooku would show him how to attain a form of power that nobody would be able to take from him. So, Marrik used his knowledge of the workings of Pau'an society and politics (and military) to assist the CIS in ensuring the cooperation of the Administration. In return, Count Dooku revealed his Sith nature to the young Pau'an, and gave him the new Sith name of Marrik. Thus began his training.

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The Clone Wars

Dooku trained Marrik in secret, one of several apprentices the Sith lord had taken despite his own master's rules against it. Marrik's training was arduous and fraught with lethal danger, but he was a quick study. His rage and violent tendencies, which had been with him since childhood, though suppressed by Pau'an culture, were allowed and encouraged to flourish under Lord Tyrannus' tutelage. After being allowed to create his own lightsaber, Marrik was sent on several covert missions for his master, further enhancing his skills. It was on one such mission that the course of his life would change once more.

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Inevitable Betrayal

After a successful mission, Marrik intended to return to his master, but he received word that Lord Sidious, his Master's Master, had discovered the existence of another of Tyrannus' pupils, Asajj Ventress, and ordered her death. With few options left to him, Marrik fled into the outer rim. Alone, Marrik decided it was time to hunt for more knowledge of The Sith. He would find the power to return to his master, and kill the treacherous old fool. Then he would move on to Sidious himself.

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The Long Wait

In the closing days of The Clone Wars, and throughout the reign of Darths Sidious and Vader, Marrik remained hidden. In his wandering search for Knowledge of the Sith, he had learned of the Rule of Two, and the reason for the Emperor's decree. His old master Dooku had since been slain and replaced by Vader, at The Emperor's orchestration. Marrik suspected it was in part due to Tyranus' taking on of apprentices without sanction. Either way, he decided that he would remain hidden. He had no desire to face two Sith Lords, confident as he may be in his power. In the long years of imperial reign, he lived a life of self-imposed hardship, seeking difficult fights, and occasionally raiding Imperial digs for Sith artifacts and holocrons containing Sith secrets. All the while, he gradually gained power in his harsh solitude. As both a Pau'an and one skilled in the Dark Side, he knew that his lifespan would exceed that of The Emperor's, unless he had gained some secret mastery over the Force that Marrik was unaware of. And so, he girded himself, waiting, training, and growing stronger.

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Hutt Space
Marrik had not expected The Emperor's death to come by anyone's hand but his own. With Sidious' demise, years of plotting and exile had gone to waste. However, both Lords of the Sith were no more. As far as Marrik knew, he was now The Dark Lord of the Sith. He took some time acclimatizing himself to the goings-on in the galaxy, and decided that the power-vacuum in what was previously Hutt-controlled space offered the perfect opportunity to gather forces with which to conquer the galaxy anew, and reforge the Sith Empire in an image that was to his liking.

Name: Darton Fanx

Species: Human

Age: 41

Appearance: A rather burly and sly fellow, Fanx shows his age through his face. His short, messy brown hair is streaked with gray, as is his short salt-and-pepper beard. A few wrinkles can be seen slooping across his fair skin, but his bright green eyes still show a lot of life. A wry smile crosses his lips. He wears a brown leather bomber jacket, accented with cream-coloured fur on the collar and cuffs. His undershirt is standard black, and he wears tan-coloured custom flight pants, with heating elements to keep himself warm in the cold cockpit of his ship. He is also clad in short black boots, and is never far from his brown leather belt holster, and often dons an old Y-Wing helmet, decorated in green.

Faction: Hutt Cartel, Smuggler

Equipment:

• Y-Wing Helmet, decorated with green markings
• DL-18 blaster pistol, modified with variable stun settings (from temporary loss of balance to full knockout), and a DH-17 scope
• Extra powerpacks for his DL-18
• A utility knife
• Hold-out EC-17 concealed in his jacket
• Beckon Call, for remotely controlling his craft.
• Datachips with pre-programmed hyperspace co-ordinates
• Comlink

Skills: Fanx knows the underworld well. He's been doing his job for twenty years, and as such he's got enough wisdom locked up there that he knows when to go ahead with a deal, when to pull out of one, who to suspect, who to charm and who to shoot. He's street-smart and handy with a blaster, and he knows a trick or two with his knife. In space, he's a competent pilot and is known to push his Z-95 to its limits. He prefers to avoid confrontation, in space and on the ground, but is capable of handling his own.

Weaknesses: Overconfidence is his weakness. While he doesn't have much faith in friends, he can often get himself in trouble by underestimating the circumstances of a situation he's in. Sure, he can take on a couple thugs at a time, but his confidence will drop if he gets into a blaster fight with, say, a dozen or so angry Trandoshans over non-functional disruptor weapons. Not that that kind of situation has ever happened, oh no. No, he'd be much too embarrassed to tell anyone about that incident. That incident that didn't happen.

He's also a small-time gambler, but pretty down on his luck.

History:

Darton was born to a couple of junkers on Ord Mantell. He grew up with an Imperial presence in the system, but his settlement was far enough out of the way so to avoid any Imperial interest. He didn't have much interest from his parents, either. The family was poor, selling scraps for credits. When he was old enough, Darton found his way onto a freighter, shipping material in and out of Hutt Space. On the freighter, he found simple work, and earned a meager salary. Eventually, he discovered the people he was working for were, in fact, small-time smugglers.

He wanted in on their operation, and over the next few years, Darton proved himself a valuable asset to the smuggler trade. Though the operation often went smoothly, an imperial inspection shut them down, and most of the crew, including Darton, found themselves in Imperial prison. Darton only served one year, but during that time he managed to make some inside money by trading spice smuggled into the prison to bored Imperial officers. When he was released, Darton found that smuggling might be just the business for him.

Returning to Ord Mantell, Darton continued working as a junker alongside his parents for another two years, until they uncovered a disused Z-95 in a scrap pile. Instead of selling it, Darton requested he keep it for himself, as he formed a plan for future business ventures. Taking it to a local mechanic, he used up a lot of his earned credits to get the gutted ship functional once again, and specifically requested the inclusion of a secret compartment underneath the ship.

While he and the mechanic continued working on the ship, Darton spent time selling spice to addicts on the streets of Ord Mantell, putting more coin in his pocket. Eventually, the Z-95 was able to run again, and upon firing up, an annoying buzzing noise emanated from the vehicle, as a result of the components that had been moved around to make room for the compartment. The mechanic joked that it sounded like a buzzard, and the name stuck. Continuing his work on the streets and work in the hangar, the Buzzard was soon fully operational and ready to fly (minus the buzzing).

It was in those intervening years that Darton Fanx found his fortune by smuggling small, but high-value items. No Imperial patrol would care about a spacer in an old Z-95, and he avoided their... distaste of smugglers on many an occasion. As he learned more and more about the dangers of smuggling, and getting into a few blaster-fights, Darton became adept at his trade over the years. He began increasingly customizing his ship even more, but the one thing that always remained the same was that little compartment.

After a few deals with some prominent figures, Darton was referred to the Hutt Cartel, who were always looking for more smugglers. He accepted their offer, and began a new chapter of his life. For the Hutts, Darton delivered many small goods - high-priced valuables, numbers of counterfeit credits, high-quality spice, and illegal weaponry. He earned a small fortune smuggling for the Hutts, but sent sizeable portions of his payments back to his parents on Ord Mantell. He continued on this path for years, until he learned of their passing. He grieved briefly, but was contented knowing that they spent their last years living comfortably. After their death, he spent some time gambling, but he found he wasn't very good, and lost a few times to a particular drunk Dug.

Now in his forties, Darton is an experienced smuggler, and a prized member of the Hutt Cartel.

Name: Gavon TreVayne

Species: Human

Age: 39

Occupation: Bodyguard / Enforcer (Prev. employed with Imperial Security Bureau)

Appearance: 6’0, 210lb lean muscle, olive skin, neatly combed dark hair with streaks of gray

Faction: The Golden Exchange

Equipment: Reinforced leather jacket with durasteel & cortosis armor plates sewn into the lining, dual blasters, modified light blaster rifle, vibroknife, & chewing gum...because why not?

Skills:
> Hand-to-hand / close quarter combat experience
> Tactical Espionage
> Proficient with small firearms & blades
> Intermediate level slicing
> Investigations & Security-systems specialist

Weaknesses:
Slowed over time: (physical) While he’s generally a fit person, Gavon is unable to keep up a fast steady pace for long due to a prosthetic left leg from an accident years prior.

Addicted to Painkillers: Due to his leg injury and the cybernetic replacement, which at times, seems to be rejecting its host, the pain can become unbearable and Gavon doesn’t hesitate to inject a good dose of painkillers to keep himself in the game. However, several years of the same routine has caused him to develop a habit which, if not kept in check, could hinder his actions.

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Biography:

“You know the rules, lmperial dog. If you want to eat, you fight!”

The large Fight Master, whose species was unknown, fully charged electro-staff in hand, continued to poke and prod the blood and sweat-soaked combatant, shouting profanities in aurabesh, and spitting vile yellow-green saliva which poured from the corner of his mouth as he spoke. The resounding death chants of the crowd pulsating throughout the small makeshift arena had become deafening as the battle continued.

“That's ‘former Imperial’, genius…” The human retorted in between heavy breaths.

“If you want to die...well...you’ll have to die somewhere else!” The creature's lips parted forming a wry smile that revealed rows of jagged, displaced yellow stained teeth. “And I’d hate for something as succulent-looking as you to waste away so soon”

The combatant stood up slowly, holding firmly onto his right arm where his opponent, a dark reddish-hair Gundark who smelled of week old urine, carved a good sized gash that went deep, rendering any muscle movement in the arm useless at that moment. The human shot the wretched Fight Master a cold stare, his sore and tired green eyes ignited with the will to push on.

“You know I used to like you...about thirty seconds ago, but now I just want to kick you in your face. The problem is, I can't tell where your face starts and your ass ends you slimy piece of- ”

The human’s gaze suddenly switched over to the charging beast, fifty meters ahead and closing in fast.

A frantic look replaced the Fight Master's earlier smug expression as he let out a harsh squeal and something exclamatory in his native language. “Gru’dah! Time to take my place behind the gate! Good luck meatbag human!…”

The Fight Master, chuckling to himself, started toward the outer gate, while the human’s arm quickly reached out and grabbed the electrostaff mid-handle. “Not so fast worm, I need to finish this...”

The human male, tall, lean, and muscular in physique, held tight to the staff, shifted his weight to his leading foot and spun around with the grace of a wild Cathar, ripping the weapon free from the Fight Master's greasy hands. As he was virtually meters from the huge beasts open jaws and massive claws, the human gladiator launched the electrified end of the staff straight out in front of him and the weapon hit its mark with near precision.

The crowd roared with intense excitement. Blood is what they wanted to see, no matter whose it was.

“Move!” He shouted toward the slug-like Fight Master as he dove and rolled sideways out of the overly-pissed creatures path of destruction. The energy cell powering the staff overloaded causing the beasts insides to burn at an accelerated rate. It writhed out of control for a few moments longer until the dust settled and the beast’s shrieks and thrashing fell silent.

“Now I eat…” The human said behind clenched teeth. “And you’ll not say another word...”

The fight master, shaking off the anxiety, stared at the creatures half-burnt corpse in disbelief and then back at the dust-covered, bloodied, and bruised humanoid and nodded in acknowledgement.

“Ehh, right...so what do I call you off-worlder?” The fightmaster asked, as he motioned over to the clean-up crew.

The man grabbed the edge of the Fight Masters tattered cloak and wiped the sweat, dust, blood, and whatever else was stuck to his face.

“Call me whatever you want slime, just pay me what I'm owed and I'll go on my way.”

“Hah, bold words, meatbag. You'll get your pay, less the cost of that electrostaff you destroyed, of course. But I need a name as well before you see anything.”

“Fine. Gavon..call me Gavon”



Odd jobs. It had been like that since the collapse of the Empire, its many holdings and investments dried up, stolen, or destroyed by enemies and competitors, or any entitled rogue group considering themselves valiant heroes of the war. Many corporations throughout the galaxy whose vested interests were embedded in the mega-structure of the Empire, abandoned planets, or negotiated new contracts with private businesses, Republic officials, or anyone willing to keep them employed. Inhabitants of the galaxy needed work and did what they could to hold on to it.

Gavon had no real love for the Empire, it’s Imperial army of drones and tools, and especially not the deified Sith, whose ego knew no bounds, or so he heard. Fortunately, he never actually met a Sith Lord, or any “force sensitive” during his employment, and even if he had, Gavon [jokingly] assumed they would be easy to spot. Did a Jedi or a Sith glow with the force? Was there a secret handshake that would be their tell?

However, all things considered, his dislike for the Empire only went so deep as they did provide a steady stream of work, enough it seemed considering the amount of enemies in and out of Imperial controlled territories.

At the time the Empire was at the height of their power, Gavon had been conscripted and trained at a young age under a relatively new branch of the Imperial Security Bureau (ISB) as an “Enforcer Agent”. The ISB had many branches and agents that kept their fingers busy shuffling through everyone else's business, and the Enforcers were there to ensure they survived when things went awry. They were considered, for all practical purposes, a bodyguard. Training as an Enforcer was quite strict, and long hours were spent in physical as well as mental exercises, learning to extract a team member (and themselves) out of any given situation. Weapons training was one of the last exercises, and a number of blasters, rifles, and an assortment of melee weapons were given to each Enforcer agent to use as needed. But above all things, they were protectors to the agents, and each life lost was a scar on their reputation that would be carried forever. A scar that Gavon wore with much shame.

Kaliza.

Her bloodied face and frightened expression haunted him each night and continued to remain at the forefront of his mind. It was supposed to be an easy covert Op for her, in and out, but the ambush came quickly and the false intel Imperial Intelligence had been fed positioned Gavon and his crew at the wrong extraction point. Even among the opposition of the higher-ups and some of her peers, she had been the first non-human to be accepted in Imperial Intelligence and her career was over before it started.

Protectors. Who are we protecting now, but the undeserving?

After the seat of the Empire had diminished, and the Imperial military no longer working in any official capacity, Gavon found himself at the unemployment crossroads, and sometimes even at a dead end. The galaxy was trying it’s best to pick up the pieces left by the last war, and most corporations and small business had hiring freezes that lasted months. Relief work wasn’t hard to find, and while it paid very little, the benefits had been well worth the time spent for the ex-Enforcer. During a demo and clean up job on Coruscant, the Undercity had been overrun with refugees who once lived on the surface, crime and violence was at an extreme high, even for the likes of the underground world beneath the shining city. Gavon, having taken residence on one of the housing levels, came across a girl, no more than six or seven years of age, who had been hiding away in the closet of a unit he rented. The frightened Togruta child, who he later found out was one of the many war orphans, quickly warmed up to Gavon, and strangely he to her, for it wasn’t until moments after their meeting that he realized the little girl had an unbelievable resemblance to Kaliza.

Weeks turned into months, and both Gavon and his charge, Uriah, left Coruscant and headed toward Nar Shaddaa, to meet a potential employer, Madam Z’noshe, a wealthy art collector who was in need of a full time and local bodyguard. She also had concerns of several pieces of artifacts she claimed were being stolen by pirates and gangs looking to sell them back to her, but had no hard evidence, or a location to start. Gavon knew this job wasn't going to be as black and white as he hoped.

In the long run though, Gavon hoped after some time, his new employer would be able to provide a good home and education for the Togruta orphan Uriah in exchange for half his agreed amount of pay. Even half was enough for him to live comfortably and Gavon knew the little girl needed a life away from all the chaos…



The momentary pinging sound from the communicator console next to his bed startled him from a deep sleep.

“What the...how long was I out? Geez, I didn’t even hear it ring the first time” Gavon rubbed his eyes, and turned on the holoscreen to view the message:

MESSAGE PENDING:
From: Enara Z’noshe
0200 : Centaxday
[[ URGENT ]]

A miniaturized translucent version of Madam Z’noshe materialized on the small holopad.

“Mister TreVayne, my apologies for the disturbance at this late hour, but your attention is of the utmost importance. Please contact me as soon as you can on my private channel, pass phase: ‘drunk Dug with a gambling problem’. Enara out.”


Gavon arched an eyebrow, mumbling to himself. “Must be important. She addressed me as ‘Mister’ “

Name:Radda Cliecies
Species:Human
Age:34
Faction:Independent
Equipment:L-336 Sniper Rifle, DI-44 Blaster, Holo-Projector, Stims, Vibroblade, flask

Skills:
-Sniper Rifles/Blasters: He's spent his time growing up turning everything in sight into a target. As he grew older he gained a respect for the Sniper rifle, his main weapon, and he's an exceptional shot.

- Patience: Willing to sit out of situations and just observe until he’s gained the needed information to execute.

- Vision: His vision is impeccable. It allows him to spot enemies far before they spot him, and distinguish people of importance from the rest of the crowd, and keep them in sight.

-Tracking/Recon: "If its been here, I'll find it." Radda will use intuition and insight to track bounties or other people of interest to the very edge of the galaxy if he has to. Since he was young and pickpocketing he's had to follow his marks at a distance not too close, but not so far that he loses sight of them.

-Tech: In his unique line of work as a bounty dealer/hunter, a firm knowledge and use of tech is required. He can hardwire many types of circuitry, and delve into forbidden databases. As The Spider weaves its web, he weaves through files.

Weaknesses:
- Women: His attractions to fine women often narrows his attention, causing him to lose sight of other tasks at hand.

- Loyalty: He is not loyal to anyone, meaning it is pretty hard to secure a good working relationship. He’ll take what he needs then move on to the next place.

-Physical: He's often seen as weak because he's lanky and lacks muscle. If it comes to a brawl, he'll likely go down.. but he's working on it.

-Alcohol: Drinks too much. He usually drinks from his flask when on the job, then when he has down time he's often at a cantina drinking more, and it clouds his judgment and impairs his reflexes.

History:
“I looked out onto the city and I saw a web.”

When night fell over Nal Hutta, the air was of a different quality, it was something more alive and dreadful. What’s more dreadful is the dwellers at night, the ones without home, credit, or dream, who take advantage of the dark and get into all kinds of trouble. The streets where busy with everything from petty crime, to homicide, and eventually the city couldn’t keep up with the mess being made, so bodies would be found among the sleeping, across all sectors and down alleys. Finding them was easy; distinguishing the two was the hard part. Thieves- all of them, honest- none of them, but a rare few guided themselves with a personal code of conduct, these ones would maybe survive...
~
Radda Cliecies was a prime example of survival in the swampy underworld. Radda entered the world alone and fully expects to leave the world the same way. All his life he’s been without parent or caretaker, left completely to himself to survive the harsh world. As a youth he always believed he was born out of the dirt of the nasty Hutt planet. For Radda, as a child and ever after, he has been very pleased to never have had parents- “Who needs em, yesss?” He would do whatever it took to get by, which meant steal mostly, sometimes pure intimidation had to do, but that never really suited him, for he has always been a very slender person, with long wiry arms and legs, and fingers too. He was definitely not meant to fight that was for sure, so instead he trained his mind, and read constantly about the old days of the Old Republic, the Jedi and the Sith, The Clone Wars, Rise of the Empire and so on. When Radda was around fourteen he founded his first crew of thieves. They set out to make a name for themselves as a high risk- high reward group. Radda orchestrated the jobs to be had and distributed the credits he owed to the rest of them. They were known as The Web. It was at this time that Radda gathered the nickname “The Spider.”
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Things went well for The Web, they prospered and as months turned into years, and old members were replaced with newer- more capable ones, profits rose to an all time high. Now with the respect Radda desired from various mob bosses, and a well adjusted crew, and of course more credits than he’s ever had in his life- he felt a new sense of glory... but he wanted more. He wanted in on the Hutt cartel.
~
He never got in with the Hutts. The Web did well for their age but never broke through, leaving them just under the radar of the bigger players in the game. Eventually The Web disbanded when one of the members turned on Radda, demanding more credits than the rest because he felt his role was more important than the others. The guy was a Weequay named Tithos Veeve, who was always in a bad mood and stank of alcohol. Radda was seventeen during this time and was finally getting good with blasters since it was the safest choice for staying alive. He would often shoot at street signs and lights hanging from buildings, he could even hit targets while running. Tithos hadn’t known just how good Radda got with the blaster, so like the fool he was, Tithos made a move for his blaster and in the next moment Radda had him beat with his blaster pointed between his eyes.

“You crossed the fucking line!” Said Radda

“I- I.. forgive me!” Says Tithos, but instead of mercy, he is met with wraith... blackness.

After that Radda broke the group. The possibility of a mutiny or another revolt was not okay with him, and so this is when Radda decides to work as an independent bounty hunter/dealer.
~
As the years went on Radda grew up into a more capable man than he’d ever imagined. His ability at hand to hand combat was passable, but what really stood out was his ability to use blasters, more specifically sniper rifles of all sorts. Radda was never going to be the big fighter when it comes down to it, he valued his health too much. Instead he stayed at a distance and often rose and set with the moon, keeping to the dark, always heavily camouflaged and lining up his shots to make them count. Business with the Hutts had come to him after all this time. Although Radda had not yet taken bounties from the Hutt lords yet- he did smuggle firearms and spice among other things such as slaves and stolen Jedi holocrons, all in the name of the Hutts. But Radda doesn’t care about the Hutts any more than he does bantha fodder on the dry deserts of Tatooine. He is only loyal to himself and he likes to keep it that way.
~
Today he still spins his web with great care. His primary work is to deal out bounties and see to it that everyone gets the credits their owed. Half his time is spent in his office on Nar Shadda where he has the most space to work; the other half is up in orbit in his B-Wing starfighter he’d resurrected from the overgrowth of Yavin 4. He loves the starfighter for it’s extensive array of weaponry such as four laser cannons, proton torpedoes, and ion cannons, all despite its smaller size. The only downside is its inadequate cockpit space. He’d love to be able to work in orbit and so he looks out for his next upgrade on the side of all his business.
~
Its late in the day and Radda is hanging out at Kuzbar’s Cantina, a place he often frequented when he had some down time. Right now he was casually watching a Sabacc game at a nearby table, while he waited for one of his contacts to deliver a shipment of sub-repeating blasters to a nearby cargo bay. The Sabacc game was heating up Radda noticed as he drank Nikta with several small sips. The two players cast cards with the intensity high stakes and plenty of drink comes with. One was a Weequay (Radda detests Weequays,) and the other, a drunk Dug with an apparent gambling problem. Radda couldn’t decide who’s side he was on.. then lost interest and turned back to his drink.

“Where the hell is that mangy Trandoshan with my shipment- yesss?”

Name: Dragous

Species: Zabrak

Age: 27

Appearance:

Faction: Unaffiliated

History:


Skills:

• Trained Force User - Whisked away at a young age to pursue the path of the dark side, Dragous has undergone years of training to build up an efficient skill set. He acts as a marauder, wielding two light-sabers in a style that focuses on agility and reflex, channeling his primal urges into enhancing his body in battle... Not that this always works in his favor.
• Speed - Dragous has a slimmer build than most, while he can still pack a punch, he is very much someone who has come more to outpace his opponents than overpower them (He tried over powering once and that just got his arm broken). This preference and build to a more momentum-based style worked hand-in-hand with his two sabers.
• Cook - You'd be surprised at some of the skills you can pick up when dragging yourself across half the known universe with no direction in sight. In his time, he found himself learning the essentials, but the skill he managed to become proud of was his cooking. Sure, you don't really get a chance to try out all the fancy recipes when you're practically a hobo, but there's so many ways to experiment with Bantha meat! How would this help in a sticky situation? Well, some people will do anything for a nice hot meal.
• Strong Willed - When you have time to think, time to meditate, time hear the dark whispers of the force scratching at your head; you learn to harden your mind. Dragous has been able to build up an impressive resilience when it comes to such matters. You'll have to do more than tickle his feet to break him, but don't touch his bear, that's just rude.

Equipment: Throughout his years, Dragous has learned that it's good to keep tools for both ranged and melee situations, no matter your skill level. So, while he isn't that good with ranged weaponry, he still keeps an old DL-18 Blaster Pistol at his side in case he ever thinks he can get in a lucky shot. Wouldn't take anything bigger or he'd probably shoot his own leg off, plus he had to travel light. He was a drifter, all he owned was what he could carry. Keeping his prized sabers (Purple Crystals) wrapped up in cloth and hidden under the back of his coat, rarely finding the occasion to use them. Other than that, he keeps a simple satchel, a second-hand pair of binoculars and a small vibro knife that does a good job of looking pointy when he didn't want to bring any attention to the sabers.

Weaknesses:

• Ineffective against long ranged weapons - What can you do if your enemy isn't in range and just on't give you the time of day to force them closer? Dragous has found difficulty when dealing with those who know their way around a good blaster, especially snipers.
• Brash/Reckless/Dumb - While Dragous isn't the worst example of Dark Side training, he sadly carries the hallmark of some personality quirks, carrying a large ego and pride that overtake logical reasoning. This leads to crazy schemes and leaps in logic that only end in him leaving himself wide open to his attacker or hitting himself. He still has scars from when a random kid said he couldn't break through a wall with just his head, now he has a broken horn.
• Not the tech guy - He has a basic understanding of technology, he can work a coffee machine, but get this guy behind the wheel of a vehicle or heavy machinery and you're just asking for explosions. He has yet to fully wrap his head around droids.
• Not a snow flake - Dragous grew up in a rather hot environment, so even now he still has yet to become resilient to the cold.
• Claustrophobic - He does not like tight spaces, he does not like enclosed space, he does not like boxes.