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[b]Appearance:[/b]
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[b]Name:[/b]
Renga Laxu
[b]Age:[/b]
25
[b]Planet of Birth:[/b]
'The Golden Cup' Pleasure cruiser, hyperspace lane between Ryloth and Corellia
[b]Species:[/b]
Zeltron

[b]Skills/Abilities:[/b][indent] -
- Blaster maitenance/ cusomization.
- Highly charismatic.
- polyglot
- Basic proficency in all blaster kinds.[/indent]

[b]Equipment:[/b][indent]-
- IR-5 Light repeating Pistol.
- dual(2) DC-15s Side arm blasters.
- Personal transport {private metrocab, armored against small arms fire}
- Blaster repair kits and lots of spare parts.[/indent]
 
[b]Personality:[/b][indent]
A quiet but observant child, he was always watching, listening learning. He would come when called upon to join in, but otherwise he was always content to sit back and see how everyone else acts with each other. He is empathetic and loves to assist others in any way he can, such sympathy is what lead him to the rebellion.[/indent]

[b]History:[/b]
His story starts with his mother, a regular fixture on a cruise liner. While many assumed she payed her way by good looks and slinky dresses, in fact she was one of the best small arms customizers around, taking dignitaries personal hold-out blasters or body guards weapons of defense and making them far more accurate, powerful, or even concealable. Anything else she did was simply an overwhelming love for life. Such as it was that she eventually got pregnant and soon after had a son whose mobile was a dessassembeled blaster pistol.

Life was good living on the cruiser, there were tutors aplenty for the staff as well as for the guests children. With such a constant melting pot of those who come and go, he learned a smattering of languages and cultures. Sadly, there were those of a wanted nature by the empire on the cruise ship and so when the empire came to collect, they were less than careful about weeding out real rebels versus sympathisers. Fearing the worst, his mother threw him into an escape pod with a toolbox and some blasters before shooting him away. 

He spent his first year doing what he could to survive on the lowest rungs, but one handhold at a time, he began to pick his way up the social ladder with skill and humble grace. He ran with some gangs at first, fixing their tools until a pimp saw the boys potential and made him a giggalo for some time. One of those he was spending time with was an arena duelest and so Renga spent some extra time tending to the warriors gear. Soon he was their 'squire' until their death in the arena, where he gathered up his old friends belongings and wandered on. Job by job he made his way around until he eventually fell in with the rebellion.
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