[b]Name[/b]: Jacque Marduk
[b]Race[/b]: Human (Sirpar born)
[b]Age[/b]: 27
[b]Occupation[/b]: ex-Smuggler (on paper at least), Muscle for hire.
[b]Appearance[/b]: [img]http://orig07.deviantart.net/398b/f/2011/005/f/4/riddick_by_torgos-d369jmz.jpg[/img]- 
Like all humans born on his planet, Jacque is large and strongly built, standing at approximately 6'3" and weighing in at 92kg. His skin is a dark shade of brown- a result of the intense light of the sun on Sirpar and his eyes are dark grey. Jacque's body sports a few old and badly healed scars from a combination of deals that went sour, narrow escapes, and altercations during his time in prison.

[b]Gear[/b]: Jacque keeps with him the basics like hygienic products and clothing, his more noteworthy possessions are:
[list] 
[*]Welding goggles (he swears he feels naked without them after having worn them for so long back on his planet)
[*]DC-15 Blaster Carbine 
[*]De-10 Blaster Pistol
[*]Vibro-dagger
[*]Hand held Comm device
[/list]
[b]Backstory up until flying on the [insert ship name here][/b]: A native to the heavy gravity planet of Sirpar, Jacque was born into a normal, loving, all around unremarkable family. His life was originally just that as well: Unremarkable. The problem started around the age of fifteen when he started calling the wrong sort of people his friends. It started harmless enough: A delivered package there, a back alley deal there, but after a while Jacque found himself being roped into doing more and more risky things. By the time he'd hit eighteen he was a full blown smuggler, running anything from drugs to guns, to living people. He wasn't particularly fond of everything he did, but the money was good and he was in too deep to try and break it off without a solid reason. At twenty he began doing off world runs, hoping from planet to planet, system to system, gaining fortune and contacts alike as he ran whatever he was given. 
For a little while he began looking into try to get his reputation up by dealing with a few Hutts, however all chances at that were shot out of the sky after a raid landed him in a prison cell with more than enough contraband to keep him there for the next decade at the very least. After calling in near every favor he was owed Jacque managed to shorten his sentence to about six and a half years, after which he spent the next six months gathering a few supplies he promptly fell in with a crew that seemed interested in the same line of work he was in. Being that he [i]did[/i] get arrested for the exact thing they were hiring him to help with the rag tag group was naturally a bit hesistant, however as Jacque had both experience in the trade and a few contacts under his belt he was eventually accepted into the fold. The fact that he was also far and away one of the cheapest available options that wasn't a green horn or an undercover cop/bounty hunter certainly helped as well.

Propositions for shared backstory: Jacque's time spent as an off world smuggler was short but incredibly productive. The fact that he's willing to smuggle any thing for the right price means that there's a slim chance he may have done business with either crew members or people with which the crew members are familiar.