Age: 41

Species: Human

Allegiance: Mandalorian Clique

Physical Appearance:
Alric is a large man, standing at about 6'3 with a fit physique. His brown hair flares out in a ragged fashion, while his beard is kept at least somewhat groomed. Scars cover his face and body, most notably a jagged blade mark across the right side of his face.

He typically wears beskar armor as befits a Mandalorian, and is virtually never seen without it by choice. When forced to wear other clothing, Alric favors typical spacer leathers.

A nondescript brown cloak is typically worn over his armor.

Background:
Born on a remote hole in the Outer Rim, Alric seemed destined to a life of mediocrity as the son of two agricultural workers. However, that life wasn't to be. At the age of three, Alric could barely comprehend the significance of a group of slavers descending upon their planet. All he knew was fire, smoke, and the sensation of being torn out of his mother's dying arms. With a decent amount of potential cargo captured, the slavers prepared to leave when they were set upon by a band of Mandalorian commandoes descending from orbit in shuttles.

Unbeknowst to the pirates, these mercenaries had been following them for weeks. They hadn't been able to catch up in time to save the settlement's population, but they'd managed to avenge them. In the aftermath, while the Mandalorians of Clan Lann freed all the slaves that were taken, they did wind up taking in one foundling when they were unable to reunite him with any family on the planet.

As a foundling, Alric accompanied Clan Lann as they conducted mercenary work throughout the Outer Rim and in Mandalorian space, learning their ways. He spent his youth training until he was of age to accompany the clan into battle. Alric quickly proved himself as an adept warrior, rising through the ranks over the years until he found himself as second-in-command of the entire clan. He served with distinction throughout the Clone Wars as Clan Lann took contracts for the Confederacy, given that the Banking Clans paid better and that clones of a fellow Mandalorian would be harder foes than mere droids.

During the founding of the Galactic Empire, Clan Lann was regrouping on Mandalore itself after a successful contract. As such, it was in position to resist when the Empire occupied Mandalore, but to little avail. Clan Lann found itself crushed just as many other clans resisting imperial occupation did, but to a greater degree. When forced into a corner, Clan Lann did not kneel, and was massacred for their defiance. A proud Mandalorian clan with history dating back to the days of Mandalore the Ultimate was wiped out in a matter of minutes. Except for one man. To this day, Alric doesn't understand how or why he survived the slaughter, only that he awoke among the corpses of his brothers and sisters as the lone survivor.

Furious but powerless to do much as one man, Alric fled Mandalore in disgrace, taking up solo work for a time across the Outer Rim as he tried to figure out how to piece his shattered life back together. The Empire had taken everything from him, and he would give all that he had left to ensure it paid. An entity such as the Empire would require the combined strength of every Mandalorian across the galaxy to resist, scattered and disparate as they were. The clans and houses would have to be united under a new Mand'alor. Himself. But that would be a difficult path. For one, he'd have to find a large gathering of Mandalorians in one place outside of the homeworld to attempt to rally.

That particular conundrum solved itself as rumors of the Grand Alliance and many Mandalorians joining it began to spread throughout the Outer Rim. Galvanized by the thought of a mass alliance to oppose the Empire, Alric set off for Alliance space as soon as he could, intent on gathering as many allies as possible with which to conduct raids on Imperial space, whether they be Mandalorian or not.

Skills:
Mandalorian Veteran - Trained from a young age in the ways of Mandalorian combat, Alric is as skilled a commando as one could expect. Decades of combat across the galaxy have only honed his skills, leaving him with experience fighting in both the underworld and on the battlefield. This has also had the side effect of building his reputation within mercenary and Mandalorian circles, ensuring that he is somewhat of a recognized name among the galaxy's soldiers for hire.

Aspiring Warlord - As befitting a man who seeks the title of Mandalore, Alric is an experienced leader of men both on and off the battlefield, having had plenty of experience being second-in-command of Clan Lann. He has a mind for managing people, hearing their wants, and determining how best to deal with them. In the field, he leads by example, being the first into the fight and the last out, making sure his own people get in and out of the fight alive.

Weaknesses:
Last of His Clan - With the remainder of Clan Lann slain by the Empire, Alric stands as the only remaining member. This has essentially isolated him among Mandalorian society. With no clan, he has no support group or core faction with which to bolster his political ambitions. As such, his path to legitimacy and recognition among the clans and houses will be a long one.

Warmonger - Alric's political position is clear: the Galactic Empire must fall in open warfare, and the Grand Alliance must militarize in full against the Imperial threat. This naturally puts him at odds with certain Alliance factions not in favor of total war, and limits his options for allies outside of Mandalorian space.

Martial Pride - Despite his decades of combat experience, Alric still has an easily-pressed button: single combat. His pride as a Mandalorian warrior demands that he follow the code and accept challenges to duels, and he is easily baited into such as a result, no matter how pragmatic the rest of his mindset and tactics are.

Equipment:

DC-17m Interchangeable Weapon System - A modular weapon that can be instantly configured into a blaster rifle, a sniper rifle, or a grenade launcher based on the attachment fit to it. How Alric acquired a clone commando's primary weapon is unknown, and he's certainly not telling.
WESTAR-35 Blaster Pistol - Popular among many Mandalorian commandoes. Typically by Alric used in close-quarters-combat alongside a vibroknife in the other hand.
Mandalorian armor - A full suit of beskar armor, passed down to Alric upon the previous owner's passing. Equipped with a missile-mounted jetpack as is standard among several Mandalorian warriors.
Mandalorian vambraces - Beskar vambraces equipped with launchers for multiple concealed weapons. Mounted on Alric's vambraces are a whipcord launcher, dart launchers, flamethrowers, and wrist rockets.
Miscellaneous - Vibroknife, grenades, spare commlink, medpac, and holdout pistol.

Ship:
Alric flies a Lancer-class pursuit craft modified to be flown by a single person without the need for a copilot. Fast and durable, the Lancer is armed with twin laser cannons on the forward mount, and Alric had both the dorsal and ventral mounts refitted with proton torpedo launchers instead of its stock armament. The ship seats four additional passengers and possesses two cabins and a galley.

While not a skilled pilot by any means, Alric gets by with his ship's speed and torpedo barrages. The ship is more for going from place to place, as most of Alric's battles are planetside.

Age: 50

Species: Human

Allegiance: Confederate Clique

Physical Appearance: Markus has the look of an older man too stubborn to give up. His fair, weathered skin carries his wrinkles of age and stress like scars of battle, his blue eyes carrying a fire behind them that deceives their own age. His hair, once a smoothly parted deep brown, is now a roughly combed grey slowly and steadily fading to white.

Markus carries himself with an impressive and formal posture in all but the most relaxed of times, standing at a full six feet of height. He maintains a fit and well-exercised body in spite of his age, worn sinewy muscle across his body.

He regularly wears paramilitary clothing emblazoned with the shoulder patch of the Zantian Militia, a pair of black rifles crossed over a blue shield crest. In the few occasions in his career that still necessitate a more formal dress code, he dons a stately suit of a blue tunic with white trousers matched with black leather shoes.

Background: Markus originally hails from the Mid Rim world of Zantia, a decently successful agricultural and trade route world. The Obel family had long been a staple in the business and politics of the world, with members occasionally serving as Senators and Governors, and their name found in much of the history of the Zantian Merchant Militia. Markus himself entered into the militia with a junior officer's commission fresh into adulthood, diligently serving against assorted pirates and raider bands, earning a bit of a reputation with both the militia grunts and Republic Judicial forces as an honest, dutiful, and trustworthy officer. However, Markus' time placed him in direct conflict with the results of the increasingly ineffective central government of the Republic. This increasing disillusionment culminated in his first move upon leaving the Militia roughly 10 years before the Clone Wars: running for Senator.

Markus' senatorial campaign was born from genuine concern for the people of Zantia and the Republic as a whole. Tensions between the systems of the Mid and Outer Rim and the Inner and Core worlds of the Republic were flaring, and Markus wanted to make sure he could carry the voice of the people he'd seen left helpless right to the doorstep of the people causing it. Two terms in the Senate and mounting political frustrations resulted in Markus and Zantia being brought into the fold of the Confederacy of Independent Systems. But even the CIS was far from a unified front, and early on Markus was branded as a reconciliationist for his openly stated desire to see the CIS used as a means of addressing issues within the Republic and seeing them repaired, rather than fully supplanting and replacing the Republic or standing as an independent nation.

This was a weakness ruthlessly exploited by his opponent in the first, and ultimately only true CIS senatorial election. A man named Cathus Throge proved an expert political rival and speaker, stoking the fires of the ongoing war to have Markus lambasted as a useless anti-war politician and potential Republic sympathizer. Markus, for all his ability and career history, had no real means of striking back, and was promptly replaced early into the Clone Wars. In a desire to continue doing what he could for his people, Markus requested to reassume his commission in the Zantian Merchant Militia, at this point fully integrated into the wider CIS military command. Happy to welcome back an officer during the brunt of the Clone Wars, Markus' reunion with the Zantian Militia was cut short as the nature of the Galaxy rapidly changed.

The Chancellor of the Republic was nearly assassinated, a massive blow was struck to the CIS with the death of Count Dooku, General Grievious and much of the CIS leadership, the Republic reformed into the Galactic Empire and much of the assets of the CIS were lost. And at the top of it all, the invasion of Zantia. Imperial forces rapidly assaulted the planet, leaving very little time for anything resembling a defense. Instead, efforts of a concentrated evacuation were spearheaded by Markus and other militia leaders, bringing much of the population into an emergency flotilla before Imperial capture of the planet.

Much of the political leadership, including Cathus, were executed and replaced with an Imperial appointed governor, the world blockaded from future arrivals or escape. The Zantian exiles were forced to retreat to Outer Rim territory held by remaining CIS forces, where they quickly began to splinter under a lack of leadership. Seeing a chance to once again lead his people, Markus stepped up and presented himself to the Zantians and remnants of the CIS as the Governor-in-Exile of Zantia. A portion of the militia sided with Markus given his history with them, but many of the evacuated civilians rejected him, still seeing a hated reconciliationist and sympathizer. As the war dragged on and the Grand Alliance formed, Markus worked to balance the careful situation of both legitimizing his position and working to push back against the Empire and turn the tide of the war.

Skills:
Career Politician: Markus' history as a politician and spokesperson for the people of Zantia has given him a distinct insight in the bureaucratic and diplomatic game, an angle not many with a military focus can approach.

Multi-Branch Officer: As a militia officer, Markus' command experience was divided across both ground and space command, giving him a versatile military understanding

Weaknesses:
Soured Reputation: Markus' legitimacy as the leader of the rebellious Zantians is in question, with much of the population still viewing him as a sympathizer to the enemy even in spite of his service, limiting his reach into wider Alliance affairs.

Militia Commander: A militia, no matter how well drilled, is still a part-time army, and while Markus might be a seasoned commander, his familiarity is still with farmers and dockhands that learned to march, shoot, and operate retrofitted and upgunned cargo haulers.

Equipment: Markus primarily carries an SE-14 blaster pistol, E-5 blaster rifle, and a vibroknife as his armaments. In addition he carries a comlink, rangefinder magnoculars, first aid kit, and basic survival tools.

Physical Appearance: One might say they've seen a ghost upon looking at Pann. Life on a starship has kept her pale, causing her to burn easily in sunlight. She used to be much taller, edging close to 6', but since adjusting to Zantia's gravity she has shrunk to 5'6''. Both her short hair, trimmed messily in a bob, as well her irises are a seaweed/mossy green reminiscent of the swamps on Taris. Fashion isn't Pan's strong suit, nor will it ever be as she prefers the simplistic approach of soldier or operative-like attire over anything else.

Background: About twenty four galactic years ago, Pann had been born on the Lower City, a Sphyrna-class Hammerhead corvette, to a family of spacers descended from a group of Tarisian refugees. The ship, along with a few other rust buckets accompanying it, had long since become home to these people, later evolving into a meager faction of their own—one distinctly Tarisian and subservient to none. Now it had been Pann's turn to carry the legacy of a planet she had never seen; of a place she would never walk upon.

And so, Pann did just that. She had been raised on swoop racing, winning a great number of races on planets such as Tatooine. She had been told bedtime stories of the nightmarish rakghouls, terrible beasts that struck fear in her heart as a child. As she had begun to near the end of her childhood, Pann had become a Tarisian through and through, holding the planet's memory with pride in her heart.

Though her loyalty was to Taris, however she had felt splintered by the onset of the Clone Wars, and so did the rest of the flotilla's crew. Some had believed in the Galactic Republic's cause, whilst others believed in the CIS, echoing the corrupt republic's historical betrayals millennia ago. Part of Pann wished they would be able to solve their differences—after all these men and women had been her kin—but deep down inside she had already decided for herself. Too many Tarisians had died because of the Republic and their Jedi, and she wasn't planning on being another number added to that total.

As the rift between the group grew and tensions eventually exploded into open mutiny, Pann was quick to join her CIS-minded comrades. It was here where she'd gain the nickname "Scrapper", as fighting within the ship's tight quarters had been grueling, up close and personal. Although each side had planned on securing the ships for themselves, the fighting proved too much for the old, derelict ships, ripping them apart piece by piece to where the survivors of the battle were forced to evacuate by pod.

Among one of these escape pods had been Pann, who had found herself strewn on an agricultural planet along with others that had survived the chaos. To their luck, the planet had been Zantia, a then CIS-affiliated world within the Mid Rim. Seeing it as their best shot, Pann and the others made the choice to integrate themselves in with the Zantians, though only enough for them to form their own small Tarisian community on the planet, having no interest in becoming Zantians proper.

For the next few galactic years, life for Pann remained mostly uneventful until the great change of order throughout the galaxy. The Republic had been turned into the Empire, which would later lay siege to Zantia. Though the Tarisians had paid little heed to the Zantians before, the assault was a rallying cry to them; the destruction reminding them of the stories their ancestors told them of what their homeworld had suffered from Darth Malak and other evils. Grabbing what weapons they could, the few remaining Tarisians made a final stand with the Zantian Militia, giving many of their lives and holding as long as they could for everyone to escape the planet.

Skills: Stunt Driver: Growing up, Pann became a pretty decent swoop racer out on the track. With the swoop being one of the most difficult vehicles anyone could drive, Pann is pretty confident being in the driver's seat.

Spaceborn: Living in space requires a certain skillset that Pann is well used to. She doesn't have much trouble adapting to low G or places with artificial gravity, and is adept at navigating maze-like halls of starships.

Weaknesses: Rebellious Risktaker: Pann has a knack for taking risks she probably shouldn't to gain an edge, as most youth do. It primarily started with her addiction to swoop racing, but it has gradually begun to bleed into other elements of her life.

The Tarisian Issue: Though Pann is spaceborn, she was raised like a Tarisian patriot. In other words, she isn't much one to partake in other cultures, and gets touchy when people bring up Taris in a negative light.

Equipment: Standard/common rebel attire (paramilitary-like clothing, flash goggles, headset/comlink, etc.), DC-15s blaster carbine, DC-17 hand blaster, vibroknife and a few other basic things a soldier would have such as first aid and rations.