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Star Wars: Coruscant Underworld [Always accepting!]

I'm sure someone will post; I personally prefer slower-paced RPs because they allow people to properly formulate decent responses and because I'm a habitual procrastinator.

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Star Wars: Coruscant Underworld [Always accepting!]

Sit down.

Goggles on.

Time to crack those knuckles.

Those claws still need clipping.

What's the time? 8:59 AM. Only a minute.

The automated overnight music broadcast was still going, recycling everything he'd been playing yesterday for the benefit of those insomniacs and people with habits. Of course, just cutting right in would be no good. Unprofessional, even. There has to be a smooth transition, especially in the morning.

Less than twenty seconds remained. The song that was playing suddenly found its beat looping, thanks to outside intervention, which managed to mask the sudden transition to the end quite well. Obviously everyone listening knew what that meant, but that was no excuse for half-assing things.

What does the clock say now? Only seven seconds. It was time to ready that switch.

5... 4... 3... 2... 1.

DJ D*Y*N*O

"Friends, Humans, Aliens! Where's the place the sun ain't shining unless a machine tells you it is? That's right, it's 3030! And my machine is telling me it is... 9:00 AM. You're listening to Radio 'Lectric 30, with me, Doctor Dyno! I'm not a real doctor, but I'm definitely here to ease your pain. The pain of climbing up those figurative jagged rocks before you get to the figurative light... 'cause the light certainly ain't coming down here!"

Dyno paused for a moment to fold his arms and grin to himself a bit. Yet another perfect intro! But this was only the beginning; no call to get cocky. He sidled along the seat at his broadcasting station, reached over and grabbed some papers he'd prepared just after breakfast. They had a bit of a greasy stain on them, but who'd notice? That was one advantage Radio had over TV; no need to waste so much time looking presentable. Sounding presentable, that was different, he knew. He was lucky his voice, while it had that distinctive lizardlike drawl and a bit of an accent that made him pronounce his 'R's very harshly, was still overall quite comprehensible.

"I tell you what has just fallen into my hands: a stack of paper with 'NEWS' written at the top in very messy handwriting. You know what means? It means I'm not very good at handwriting, but, more importantly, it means it's time to give you some news, or as I like to call it, the 'unhappy bit'."

He said this to the listeners in an excited tone, of course making sure he didn't break it when he made the self-deprecating joke. Truth was, his face had already begun to grimace a bit. 'Why's there never anything that's both good news and newsworthy news?' He'd always think to himself. Every time.

"I know I've said this before..." He began again, momentarily dropping his excited tone to sound more matter-of-fact, "...But a sudden and unexpected resurgence in complaints has convinced me to reiterate: I do not report on Gang activity unless it affects the rest of us in some way. There's plenty of radio stations that cover that already, and much better than me. I mean, have you heard how they report? Such zeal! It's almost as if they're in a war or something. But that'd be stupid, wouldn't it, listeners?" He posed them a question in an obviously sarcastic manner, lest it fly over someone's head. Of course it'd fly over someone's head anyway, but at least they'd look like an idiot in front of everyone and not just him.

"Here's the top story." He started reading out his greasy bit of paper, scratching his neck a bit in embarassment, if only because this 'top story' was quite late. His news sources weren't exactly award-winning, but he had always vowed to maintain at least some standards. Not like the Gang stations were much better.

"...Two nights ago, a robbery was committed near the border with Siren Clan territory, around the 22nd Quarter. Now, robberies aren't especially remarkable, I hear you saying, so what makes this one so special? Well, this is where it gets interesting. The target of the robbery was an Armoured Landspeeder; a witness handed this information to me via my special friend downstairs; thank you, Teema. Apparently, it occurred at around midnight, or so the clocks said. The inhabitants of a nearby apartment building were woken up by the sound of an explosion. Most of the residents began to hide from the chaos, as is the sane response, but one resident managed to catch a look at what happened next. From their description, four armed men, dressed in black and their faces hidden, then shot the guards inside the armoured speeder; female, apparently; and removed two large packages from the back compartment before melting into the shadows.

The lower floors of the apartment were severely damaged from the crash, and three people were injured: Pog Tangosk, Aytcheh Shoetland and Udonna Stuu. Apparently, all three of them were near the main entrance, whereupon the crash showered them with glass and knocked a water supply line out of place, flooding the entire bottom floor of the apartment. Pog was reportedly blinded in all three eyes by high-pressure water.

Just goes to show how unpredictable life is, eh? One minute everything's all good, the next, you're wading knee-deep through grimy water in your living room, stinking up the place, and you end up tripping over and giving yourself a faceful of the stuff because you're now blind. Who could have guessed that would happen, I wonder? Just know that I'm rooting for ya. I'd come help, but my tech skills don't really go much further than Swoop Bikes and Synthtone Boards, boom-boom-tik-a-tik."

Dyno turned his page over and smiled to himself again. In any other news organisation, no-one would bother mentioning a measly three victims of an accident by name. But Dyno did it anyway, because it reminded the people that the Gang's activities were not harmless; their victims were real people, with real names and real consequences. Though he did shamefully admit to himself, mentally, that the image of the high-pressure water blinding someone was actually a little funny.

"Next, there has also been some reports of a robed, indistinct man carrying what has been described as an oversized blue glowstick that can cleave through bodies and machinery effortlessly. The figure is also believed to have been witnessed using his mind to pick up Gang members and break their necks against the floor. No sign of any bodies, though, and my source had refused to identify themselves, so it's still up in the air whether or not this figure exists or is just a Herb-induced hallucination. In all honesty, I personally believe it's the latter. I mean, I once took Herb on Saleucami, and before I knew it there were glowsticks growing out of the karking swamp! But you never know."

It was always important, in Dyno's mind, to pepper 'serious' segments of his show with some anecdotes like that. Makes him much more relatable when you admit that, yes, you're not above the influence either, in more ways than one.

"Finally, I've also been told that a large section of the 103rd Quarter has now been evacuated due to an out-of-control infestation of Duracrete Worms reducing a number of apartment buildings to rubble. So far, only one resident of these apartments is unaccounted for; I don't know his name, but he is apparently an Utai. Not many Utai are seen around these parts, so this may be time for a Public Service Announcement; my favourite!" He said faux-excitedly again, audibly clapping his scaly hands together.

"The Utai, they're a rather short people, naturally. They tend to have skin ranging from golden to a more... muted pink. They're a hairless species; their heads are oblong-shaped and slope forward, and their eyes are mounted on distinctive stalks." Dyno took another moment to pause, coming to a rather inconvenient realisation. One that'd he share, of course. "...Yeah, believe me, you have no idea how hard it is for me to describe a species in words without sounding racist, heh. But anyway, if you see anyone fitting that description in the area, you should go take a closer look, see if they're okay. Don't worry about the Duracrete Slugs; they're far more interested in the local architecture than they are in you, and I believe that the K-Bros. Extermination Service is on the case, so hang in there, boys and girls!"

Dyno abruptly tossed away his paper, making a mental note to add to his food-wrapping collection later. Once again, he clapped his hands, now legitimately excited that'd he'd gotten past the 'unhappy bit' relatively unscathed. At least this time he didn't have to talk about cannibals.

"...Aaaand that's the end of the news for now. But stay tuned, for there's some MUSIC comin' up! Don't forget noon, when I, for the first time since last week, will be taking calls! That's right, for just one day untilnextweek" He announced grandiosely, except for the quick, under-his-breath part at the end, so thinly-veiled so as to draw attention to it, "...You can call in and ask me whatever the hell you want! Or you can constructively criticise me, that'd be great. Or you could yell in my face about something, that'd also be great. I take all comers!"

Now for his favourite part. Dyno put on a big grin as he leaned forward to start fiddling the music selection Terminal on his right.

"But that's enough yakety-yak from me. It's time to get some 'Lectric tunes in this house, that I was so excited about I yelled MUSIC back there. Remember, you've been listening to DJ Dyno at Radio 'Lectric 30! Electrifying the spirit of Coruscant, one decibel at a time!"

As the tune began, Dyno removed his headset and leaned back in his seat, happily putting his feet on the table and bopping his head back and forth. He looked to his right and noticed an unused Herbal cigar. His hand almost instinctively reached over for it, but he stopped himself. It was only 9:12, damnit. Though it did draw his attention to his claws again; they were way too sharp. They could leave a scratch on something.

"...Kark it." He mumbled to himself as he got up and headed to his bathroom, making sure the music was a volume high enough so that he could hear it from the other side of the apartment. He knew that this would annoy him for the rest of the day if he didn't sort it out.

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DJ D*Y*N*O

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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What's that form of SW music from Legends that sounds reallly dodgy like an old porn thing?

@Sep

If you mean the name, Wookieepedia tells me there's something called J*zz. Yes, really. (Never mind, you found it. O_o)

I preferred 'Jatz', myself. :V

Incidentally, there should be a band called 'Heavy Isotope.'

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So, after much internal cycling of ideas, I've finally come up with something which I hope is not too out-of-place. >_>

DJ D*Y*N*O

Name - Kinn-Dai-Shassna, better known as 'DJ D*Y*N*O' (it stands for 'Disparage Ya a New One'. He was, admittedly, stretching it a bit.)
Species - Tiss'Shar
Gender - Male
Age - 36
Occupation - Disc Jockey, Host of Radio 'Lectric 30, Electronic Musician, Swoop Bike Enthusiast, Ex-Swoop Gang Member.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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@Heat

I really appreciate your accommodation of my ideas by-means-of-giving-your-Hutt-dead-pets (that's not something I thought I'd type today), but now I've got a completely different idea that doesn't involve dead pets. So you can get rid of that detail if you want.

If you're curious as to what my previous idea was, it was a pair of Pest Exterminators who accidentally killed one of Gorro's animals and were ordered to pay for it.

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@Heat

Does he have any recently deceased pets? Again, it'll make sense. >_>

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@Heat

Hey, this may be an odd question, but does Gorro have any really expensive pets? It ties into the character-I-have-in-mind's backstory. It'll make sense. :V

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I'mma still here. Can't help but notice that 90% of the characters thus far are gangster/mercenary types. I don't suppose there's much room around here for a more 'civilian'-type character?