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I could not wait. Outline - let me know if it won't work at all, or if I should change anything.

[hider=Khava Marr]Name: Khava Marr
Age: 32

Appearance: Tall for his race, he stands at just under two meters. His sensory appendages hang loosely down his back and over his shoulders. His skin is a dark grey color, and his eyes a deep black. His skin is very well taken care of, as he makes sure to hydrate and maintain a balanced diet.  Beyond that, he is an academic, and does little to no exercise - maintaining his thin frame by regulating diet. His major motor skills are underdeveloped, and he is not strong or dexterous. His finer motor skills however are exquisite - and he is a brilliant surgeon with steady hands and excellent breath control. He wears a dark grey lab coat - which is covered with an informal grey cloak - with a hood.

Gender: Male

Race: Nautolan 

Force Sensitive: Yes, but it is very, little.
He thinks his perception of other people and their intents is just his interpretation of their hormonal systems. In reality, he can - when interacting with other people for a long time - begin to anticipate how they will react and interpret a situation, giving him understanding as to their motivations and actions that will most likely lead from it.

Equipment: 
Blood content analyzer 
Holocron with the official Universal Xenological record
Surgical tools
A high quality - travel chemisty set
A set of first aid essentials
Universal Music player - with a selection of instrumental and orchestral classical music(whatever that might be in this story)
A set of False documents - which he got as a favor for getting a gangster’s brother off deathsticks and back to full health

Obligation: 
Khava Marr is a medical specialist - who had been employed by the Empire to research hormonal changes within individuals affected with force-Psychosis - and try and develop antibodies and cloning schematics that would counter this naturally occurring susceptibility. While he developed a few treatments, it became clear very early on to him that this was nearly impossible - and when he began to note this, he could feel the ire of benefactors. Deciding to leave before they decided he was as obsolete as he knew he was quickly becoming - he scoured into the underworld, offering his services as a doctor to the scum of the earth. This level of medicine bores him more than he would ever admit, but he dare not allow his ambition to grow - lest he draw the attention of the empire.

Skills:
Brawn:1
Agility:1
Intellect:4
Cunning:2
Willpower:2
Presence:2

Medicine (int) 4
Perception (cun) 2
Streetwise (cun) 1

Xenology 3

History:

Khava Marr was born to a middle class family on Coruscant, and had a very sheltered life - a wonder since his parents were political activists. When they eventually left (taken away for execution) when he was eight years old - he was well on his way to an orphanage - when an official noted his reading, and apparent comprehension of a set of advanced medical holocrons. Always one to milk a potential asset - Khava was moved to his house and an even more sheltered life - made almost entirely of private tutoring. He finished his formal schooling early, and gained his Doctorate in record speeds. His father of sorts - wormed him into a government based research facility where he proved himself -unknowingly- in reducing biological anomalies within the cloning process.  Soon he was promoted to higher levels within the facility, and began working with more abstract and complicated forms of science - the first real mental challenge he ever had.

This thrilled him, and he threw himself into the research, until he realised that it was going nowhere. Normally not a problem - but it also became apparent that whatever he was working on now - was far too delicate to simply be covered with a confidentiality clause. While he extended the research for as long as possible - he began to plan his escape. It took him a few months, but eventually - he was gone. Without a trace. Then a body was found - thought to be him, but merely a clone he had brewed in his own home. He was sure it would fool most people… he only hoped he was correct.

Meanwhile he stayed low and quiet, offering his services to the underbelly of the universe he gained the title of The Grey Doctor - a title he loved and feared at the same time. It made him feel roguish, but also put a target on his back. Calling in all his favors - he left the planet easily enough - and set out to other areas, moving between mob bosses and other rogues of the Galaxy - staying far away from the Rebellion and the Empire’s war - and offering his services. 

He was directed to his current endeavor by a grateful smuggler - who had fallen in love with one of his malnourished cargo and begged him to get her up on her feet once more - with promises of anything, should he ever call for it. He supposed a longer term contract within a larger group could allow him to hide between them, and make some contacts in the meantime.


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