Species: Nikto

Age: 38

Gender: Male

Appearance: Toppling out at nearly 2.1 meters in height with a powerful, muscular frame, Cesk casts an imposing figure. His skin is scaled and rough, with a tan brown complexion. Like others of his species he possesses a set of horns which adorn his head. His eyes are dark blue, often formed into a mean looking scowl. His body is dotted with scars, some of which mark his face. They are the telltale signs of a veteran soldier. He dresses plainly, like a typical warrior of his species. On his upper body he wears heavy steel plated armor, which gives resistance to bladed weapons and glancing blaster bolts. On the lower part of his body he wears tough leather slacks, with sturdy leather boots.

Strengths:

• The Nikto bounty hunter is a terrifying close range combatant, able to tear apart enemies with finesse. He lugs around his heavy DLT-19 like how a normal sized man would wield a blaster rifle. Even when just equipped with his vibrosword he's a horrifying opponent to face down, easily able to cleave off limbs with powerful swings.
• He's hugely powerful physically, able to toss around smaller people like ragdolls. His skin is tough and scaly, allowing him more resistance to blows and slashes than a softer skinned being. Even unarmed he is still a force to be reckoned with, able to dish out punishment due to his heavily built frame and training.
• The Nikto are a hardy, adaptable race having come from the harshest of conditions and breed in a life of a servitude. He's a veteran warrior with an admirable survival streak. Its not easy task to defeat him in a head on fight.
• Cesk is a tenacious being, who does not allow himself to be distracted when on a bounty. He's ruthless in his dealings and stops at nothing to complete a task.

Weaknesses:

• Cesk has an intense hatred of Hutts, to the degree in which it requires him to fight every single urge inside of him to not strangle every one he sees. A large bulk of his life was spent in slavery under the Hutts, and he'd just rather not personally deal with any of the filthy slugs.
• His temper is notoriously short with a quick trigger. One second he could be the calmest being in the room, if one thing sets him off enough he's a steaming ball of rage. Things tend to get flung all over in his bouts of anger.
• Due in part to his very noticeable stature and his lack of talent at it, Cesk is not one for stealth. He can try to sneak around, but he's highly guaranteed to fail at it. He's more of a charge head on and smash everything guy.
• He's not that quick on his feet. His strides are large but he's not going to be sprinting around like some. While he isn't immobile he isn't going to be winning any footraces.
• He's a single-minded being, someone that focuses entirely on one goal at a time. It's difficult to sidetrack or persuade him once he has himself set.
• Like many of his race Cesk lacks refined charisma. He's not going to charm anyone with words. He fits more as an intimidating force. His species is also known to give off 'blank' looks which has often led to his intelligence being underestimated.

Equipment:

• DLT-19 heavy blaster rifle
• DL-18 blaster pistol
• Vibrosword
• His armor
• Thermal detonators

Backstory:
Cesk was born on his species' homeworld, Kintan. A harsh, Hutt controlled planet, his people were slaves and vassels to the Hutt cartel. His imposing stature made him an ideal pick for a bodyguard and enforcer for one of the Hutt lords. He'd find himself in servitude of the cruel Kluash the Hutt, who'd throw the young Nikto into fights at every chance. Forced training sessions with axe, blade and blaster until he never missed a single attack. He was raised to be vicious and utterly loyal to his master, an unflinching ever watchful eye for the Hutt lord. As he reached adulthood he'd became the ferocious warrior his master had envisioned, and he'd find himself at Kluash's side as a bodyguard at seemingly every moment. 'Incidents' were a rarity with such a hulking presence on guard, and Cesk helped the Hutt grow in power and wealth.

Frequent missions for the Hutt that Cesk would be tasked with were as an enforcer. He'd often visit business partners of Kluash who'd be late or lacking on debts, then either come back to his master with credits or a poor sap in chains. These outings were some of the ways in which Cesk saw the galaxy outside of Hutt space, where the Empire ruled with an iron fist. The first seeds of doubt were planted into his mind. That life existed outside of the chains of servitude. He was unfortunately in no position to escape, and being wanted by the Hutts was an ideal way to meet an excruciatingly brutal end. Cesk also took notice of the bounty hunters which frequented his master's domain, rogues which lived a life or infamy and danger, with total freedom to boot. Another dream which filled the thoughts of the chained giant.

Fate would smile upon Cesk, as his master would enter into a bitter feud with another Hutt lord. Mutho the Hutt would enter into a territorial dispute with Kluash, which also involved a very valuable spice mine. Exchanged threats escalated into random acts of violence. When two powerful crime lords battled everyone else felt the reverberations. The Nikto was at Kluash's side during the conflict, the top bodyguard for the Hutt lord. In the dead of night he was given a coded message, an offer of freedom from Mutho, if Cesk were to take part in an assassination scheme against his master. Sick of his master's abuse he accepted the deal, well aware of the consequences of failure. The chance for freedom was worth anything.

A meeting was arranged between both the crime lords, the long running feud had taken its toll on both Hutt and they desired a compromise. Instead the meeting turned rapidly into violence, blaster bolts filled the neutral meeting ground as the forces clashed. Cesk would retreat alongside his master as the battle raged on, as the two took refuge inside a building. It was at that moment the Nikto decided to go through with the scheme and slammed his vibrosword through Kluash's skull. At that moment he felt a bullrush of emotions, at an almost stunning rate. Elation, sadness, confusion and happiness all hit him at once as Mutho's men kicked open the doors. The rival Hutt kept his promise and freed the turncoat Nikto.

The galaxy was his oyster, as Cesk basked in his newfound freedom. He'd take whatever jobs would put credits in his pocket, like the business he'd done under his former master. Bodyguarding important clients, mercenary work and his personal favorite, bounty hunting. The lifestyle suited him perfectly, already well accustom to having worked underneath one of the most despicable crime lords in the galaxy. His new line of work seemed like a walk in the park compared to that. Cesk slowly built a reputation as an efficient, dominant force in the field. Raw strength and brutality over fancy finesse. He'd take jobs across the galaxy, working with whoever offered him the most credits.

With the death of the Emperor he has found himself not lacking in jobs. The most recent mysterious job invitation having taken his current interest.

Characters Skills:

• Droid Technician: Growing up in Separatist Space during the Clone Wars droids are second nature to him. Reprogramming, Programming, Repair. He can do it all. His upgrades aren't terribly sophisticated but they're still better than the run of the mill units.
• Tomb Raider: His father was a treasure hunter, Lance picked up the tricks of the trade from the best of the best. When the Separatists fell and the Empire replaced them the price of Jedi Artifacts skyrocketed, something he decided to capitalise on when the droid repair gig didn’t get him a lot of money.
• Crack Shot: Lance utilises two blaster pistols, and isn’t that bad of a shot with them. He would struggle in a melee or at anything long range.

Characters Weaknesses:

• Combat Skills: During the Clone Wars he was a technician, most of his life he was a temple raider. He is a reasonable shot with his pistols but anything beyond three hundred metres or anything in a melee is likely
• Can't fly: Flying is for droids.

Background:
Lance was born in a processing factory on Raxus Prime. His parents were technicians in the facility and that was the only knife they ever knew, and would ever know. It wasn't long after his birth that the Separatist movement declared Raxus as their capital, which brought a whole new light to Raxus Prime. As the droid factory was contemplated to be built the factory Lance grew up in, and later worked in, transformed into something else. Raxus Prime had been a home to junk for an untold number of years, and with the Confedearcy wishing to make an army they decided to take advantage of all the scrap they had available.

When the Clone Wars broke out with the surprise that the Galactic Republic had been amassing a military in secret Lance immediately signed up. He had the raw strength needed to serve, as well as technical expertise in order to keep the Separatist war machine moving. He knew the rumours about Count Dooku being something called a 'Sith' that apparently made him instantly evil, but all he knew was the truth. Count Dooku cared about their independence away from the corrupt bureaucracy of the Republic Senate. They had built an army solely to protect themselves, and rightly so. As now the Jedi had their own army and fought against them, the Jedi whow ere supposed to be impartial and stand for peace. Not war.

Due to the Separatists unwillingness to use organic military units, simply as they didn't want to waste lives, Lance tended to stay on the backburner during most of the war. It wasn't very often that he saw actual combat. At the end of the war he was on the small world of Abafar, now a Captain he was in charge of the tiny garrison that the Separatists had on the planet after a Clone Commando had infiltrated the planet and blew up a peaceful mining operation.

He was confused when the droids shut down and the shutdown command came through. As the Republic became the Empire he struggled to think of a purpose, reactivating the droids he fled Abafar and joined a Separatist holdout in his home system of Raxus. When Raxus fell he managed to scrounge up the few droids he could, now lost without a cause, and returned to Abafar. There he fell back on a long lost profession from his father, setting loose on the Galaxy he became a scavenger of Separatist facilities. Using his fathers' knowledge of archaeology soon his repertoire expanded to expand from more than just Separatist Facilities. He tracked down temples, stole the artefacts and then sold them to the highest bidder while staying one step ahead of the Empire.

Now the Empire has fallen the New Republic is his primary buyer, buying up every Jedi Relic he can scavenger. Now he's being called to an unknown system in the middle of nowhere.

Characters Skills:

• Tracking Skills: Having been in the assassin business since her early years, which doubles as a bounty hunter career on occasion, she’s picked up exceptional skills in tracking her prey, from interrogation and convincing questioning to tracking them down in the wilds, using tracks, disturbed natural placements and other such tricks.
• Expert Marksman: Whether it be with her sniper or her heavy blaster pistol, Cozai doesn’t waste her ammunition and she always hits what she’s aiming at.

Characters Weaknesses:

• Close Combat: Aside from some basic self-defense and martial arts classes, she really has no decent way to defend herself if her blaster pistol can’t do the trick at close range.

Character Equipment:
CSR-130 Sniper Rifle
Growler Heavy Blaster
TZR Multi-functional Grenade-Can be thumbed to have three different effects, a powerful Flashbang, an electrical net that stuns those who run through it, ceases working after three beings, and a concussion grenade.
Background:
Cozai doesn’t remember much about her early life aside from the mistreatment she received; first from her parents, who were drug addicts and emotionally and physically abusive, with repressed memories of her father crossing a line on more than one occasion, then from the slavers they eventually sold her to for money for, well, their habit. She wasn’t any older than 12 at the time, but she wasn’t a fool and eventually caught on that the men who had taken her away from her parents weren’t interested in making her life better, and were, in fact, slavers there to send her to a new kind of hell.

When she realized what her parents had done, she had expected to end up in some Hutt’s brothel, serving customers and fulfilling whatever twisted needs they had, but she ended up sold off to one of the many rising mercenary outfits, who outfitted her with a sniper rifle, heavy blaster pistol, light armor and an explosive collar. Her handler, a Togruta who was missing a lekku and had massive scar covering half his face, made her new life simple. “We’re going to send you and three other combat slaves on suicide missions. You’ll shoot who we tell you to, when we tell you to and not ask questions. If you try and run, we’ll blow your pretty little head into pieces and find a new sniper. You survive enough missions, we’ll make you a formal member and get you proper training.”

In retrospect, she should have known that the squad she started with would be different from the squad she left behind when she finally got her freedom and was welcomed into Hell’s Angels after she’d turned 18 after five years of hellish missions, especially since she’d only ever gotten wounded on one mission, and that was because she got careless and didn’t set up the wildlife screen and got jumped by a Nexu. She got formal sharpshooting training, which served to refine her already considerable talent, but turned down more advanced hand-to-hand training, opting instead to learn how to use her blaster pistol at effectively any range, even as a hand-to-hand weapon.

Upon the commander’s insistence, however, she did receive some basic and intermediate training so that she could stay alive if a Wookie came at her with a vibrosword. She remained with the Angels for another six years before parting ways, citing she needed a chance to do more in the galaxy and that working with the mercenary outfit wasn’t giving her that chance. While her commander wasn’t happy about losing the outfit’s best sniper, she understood and set her up with an unending supply of the TZR multi-functional grenades that had helped the Angels be so successful over the course of their Urban operations.

Since then, she’s been on her own for four years and has built quite a reputation as a skilled assassin and bounty hunter. Such a reputation has brought her into the know of a special job seemingly out in the middle of nowhere and snagged her an invite on it.