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[center][sup][h1][color=black] "VISZT"[/color]
[color=2E5CD5]"VISZT"[/color][/h1][/sup][/center]
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[indent][sup][b]Name:[/b] Shiv'isz'tamos
[b]Faction:[/b] Galactic Empire
[b]Species:[/b] Chiss
[b]Age:[/b] 25
[b]Sex:[/b] Male
[b]Height:[/b] 6'0"
[b]Eyes:[/b] Red
[b]Physique:[/b] Thin, broad shouldered
[b]Hair:[/b] Short, straight, black-blue
[b]Skin:[/b] Cerulean blue
[b]Force Sensitive:[/b] Signs point to no
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[sup][h2][color=black] A P P E A R A N C E :[/color]
[color=2E5CD5]A P P E A R A N C E :[/color][/h2][/sup][center][color=black]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/color][/center][indent]Viszt can be considered to be conventionally attractive, though perhaps rather uninteresting-looking, aside from his stark blue skin. His eyes are the deep, hot red that is typical of a Chiss. He has a squared jaw and prominent cheekbones that give his face a gaunt look. His blue-tinged black hair is uniformly short and straight. His straight-backed posture and thin, wide-shouldered build perhaps makes him seem a little taller than his six feet. He seems to be very hygenic, having clear skin, pearlescent teeth, and a pleasant lavendery scent. His looks are somewhat betrayed by stress lines and dark circles beneath his eyes. When working, he wears sleek, clean, unremarkable laboratory garments; otherwise, he wears minimalistic dark clothing.[/indent]
[sup][h2][color=black] B I O G R A P H Y :[/color]
[color=2E5CD5]B I O G R A P H Y :[/color][/h2][/sup][center][color=black]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/color][/center][indent]

Born on Jamiron, an industrial planet within Chiss Ascendancy space, Viszt was the child of a mid-level bureaucrat. His family was large; stable financially, but not particularly wealthy. The fourth of eight children, Viszt was instilled with a sense of ambition from a young age, determined to set himself apart from his peers. In his hometown, most young people ended up working in the industrial sector. However, from infancy, Viszt exhibited a high level of intelligence and adaptibility that was seldom seen on Jamiron. His father, aware of this gift, chose to nurture Viszt's talents, hiring him an expensive personal tutor. This caused somewhat of a rift between Viszt and his siblings, who harboured resentment over a percieved favouritism. Thus, throughout his younger years, Viszt was a precocious, solitary boy with few friends, spending most of his hours reading.

In his teen years, upon being admitted into a school on the Chiss capital of Csilla, he was able to blossom socially. Having had to manufacture a protective shell of psuedo-confidence to survive his tumultuous family, Viszt was among the most charismatic figures in his school. Now surrounded by like-minded, intelligent adolescents, Viszt re-invented himself through his school years, which allowed his performative confidence to slowly transform into something not so performative. This also marked a period of his life in which he became acutely aware of his hyperfixations. He was obsessive; prone to addictions, which had, throughout his childhood, manifested innocuously. As he hurtled towards adulthood, however, a ravenous pursuit of vices crept into him. However, he was savvy enough to mask these temptations from the outside world, appearing to most as a healthily functioning straight-A student.

At 18, he was offered a unique opportunity. As part of an ongoing diplomatic allemande between the Chiss Ascendancy and the Galactic Empire, some Chiss were offered opportunities within Imperial space. Reccomended by his tutors, as well as his father, to a high-ranking member of the Ascendancy, Viszt was put forward as a candidate for a scholarship within the Empire to pursue the sciences. It seemed an offer too good to turn down -- a fully-funded doctorate, Imperial-provided accommodation and amenities, and guaranteed employment for the rest of his life. Despite having a fair few friends on Csilla, Viszt accepted the offer without antipathy.

Relocating to a new part of the galaxy at 18 with no friends or family did prove difficult, however. His studying was demanding, and as part of the programme he was required to undertake a significant amount of field-work. He was often re-assigned or re-located, meaning he had little opportunity to form significant relationships. It was isolating; and worst of all, he had heard and seen enough from within the hollow shell of the Empire to know that it was a force of overt oppression, not measured governance. He wasn't the type to bang a revolutionary drum, however, so he resigned himself to his work and study without explicit complaint. He sank into his vices as a means to survive. He spent most of his nights at cantinas, making fleeting friends with drifters and mercs, sometimes winning, sometimes losing. He was good -- but not good enough to quit when he was up. And what comes up [i]must[/i] come down.

By 25, having completed the majority of his scholarship, he was a fully-fledged doctor in all but certification: but things had gone awry for Viszt. After an unfathomable string of losses, he'd wracked up debts with multiple unsavoury syndicates; he'd been entirely disenchanted with the prospect of working for the Empire, and he'd become inarguably addicted on stimulants that he used to keep himself sharp for his long shifts. Feeling the walls closing in, he decided that he had to leave, or be crushed under the pressure of it all... but one does not simply stroll out of the Galactic Empire.

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[sup][h2][color=black] S T R E N G T H S  &  W E A K N E S S E S :[/color]
[color=2E5CD5]S T R E N G T H S  &  W E A K N E S S E S :[/color][/h2][/sup][center][color=black]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/color][/center][indent][b][color=lime]Brimming intellect:[/color][/b]
With a photographic memory, a knack for problem-solving, and a ravenous mind, Viszt was considered something of a genius among his peers. Though it could be argued that he never truly harnessed his potential, his mind is most certainly the sharpest tool in his arsenal.

[b][color=lime]Medical expertise:[/color][/b]
Viszt is a skilled surgeon and medical researcher with several years of academic and practical experience. Though not quite a fully licensed physician, he is mere months from obtaining his final certification. He also has a fairly comprehensive knowledge of drugs, both legal and otherwise.

[b][color=lime]Sharp tongue:[/color][/b]
Having grown up in a large family, Viszt has learned to pull strings. Considered by many to be charismatic, he projects an aura of confidence that, while not entirely authentic, is quite convincing. Given his fondness of gambling, he has used his charm to make a fair few credits.

[b][color=gold]Ambitious:[/color][/b]
For better of for worse, Viszt has set his sights on bigger things than working in a lab for the Empire. His destiny, while he might not know exactly what it looks like, is something much greater. He'll gladly burn bridges and step on heads if it means he can reach it.

[b][color=gold]Self preserving:[/color][/b]
Some may call it cowardice; others might call it survival. While he might consider putting his neck on the line for a loved one or a child, he would much rather run and hide when danger comes his way. Acts of heroic bravery are nothing more than fuel for egotistic fools.

[b][color=red]Addictive personality:[/color][/b]
When something hooks Viszt, it digs its claws in and never lets him go. Be it gambling, indluging in illicit substances, or just ingesting copious amounts of caffeine, Viszt is not a man of moderation. Currently, he has a rather intense addiction to stimulants.

[b][color=red]Lack of combat skills:[/color][/b]
Viszt does not pretend to be an action hero. He hasn't been in a real fistfight since he upset his older brother at thirteen. He barely knows how to use a blaster, and wouldn't know the first thing about manning a turret.[/indent]