Dai Yeelo
'Everything is run by information. Everything. That's why I love Coruscant. Every building, every speeder, every cantina runs on computers. Data is the lifeblood of the whole planet. And data is my plaything.'

Age: 26
Height: 6' 2"
Weight: 81kg

Affiliation: The Crooked Cable

Equipment:
Yeelo S1 Personal Computer: The final word in computers, the S1 is a slicer's dream. Thin, light as a feather and completely shielded from scanners, yet carrying the processing power of five lesser computers with built-in defenses against back-tracing and retaliation, not to mention several vicious anti-tamper measures.
Modified Blaster Pistol: Balanced perfectly and fitted to Yeelo's hand, this blaster pistol is a deadly-accurate weapon. It uses significantly less energy than a regular pistol, and opponents are often surprised at just how long it can keep firing.
The Crooked Cable: Yeelo's shop in the upper levels of the Undercity - too low for law enforcement, but too high for the real dregs to come near. Contains all manner of supplies, odds and ends, and customised gear.
DY-1 "Die": Dai's first ever droid, built and programmed from the ground up. Combat protocols, thick yet light armour with cortosis weave, various weapons for all eventualities, hidden backup cores, the works. Stands about seven feet tall with matt black casing, and a die face (5) painted on the head.

Skills & Abilities:
Master Slicer: If it has a data connection, Dai Yeelo can hack it. If it has code, Dai Yeelo can subvert it. There is no firewall too thick for Dai Yeelo to slip through.
Calculation on the Fly: Dai is very, very good at complex mathematics. He can calculate things such as stress tolerances, forces, distances and angles almost subconsciously with but a glance, making him an excellent shot, even if he hates combat, and an even better pilot.
Mechanic: Although not as good a mechanic as he is a slicer, Dai is nevertheless highly competent with all things mechanical, enough so to make some serious modifications to his equipment, and anyone else's who has the money to pay.
Haggler: Running a black-market shop for a living has made Dai a very good negotiator. He can usually get an item for barely more than it's really worth, and if the seller is unsure or just doesn't know the true value, often far lower. Likewise, he can usually extract at least 10% more money than any other shopkeeper for a given good or service, without counting the hike in prices that his reputation garners.

Description: Tall and wiry, with ocean-blue skin and blood-red eyes, Dai looks fairly average. However, his lucrative living is betrayed by the fine clothes he wears, and the unorthodox nature of that same living by the sleek black, customised personal computer that goes everywhere with him, along with the heavily modified blaster pistol on his hip.
Personality: Calm and collected, yet quietly fiery. Dislikes combat and prefers to remain in a supporting role, but nevertheless will fight unhesitatingly if he has to. He doesn't trust easily, but once you've earned that trust, he'll stick by you.
History: Dai was raised around computers and mechanical devices, and loved to play with them from an early age. His genius showed through when he created a fully functioning droid intelligence at the age of only nine, and then proceeded to build a body for it. He has upgraded both the intelligence and the body over the years, and the resultant being is his closest friend and confidante. At the age of sixteen, he opened the Crooked Cable, a high-quality slicer's and mechanic's shop for those with the money to pay for top-level services. He quickly established a reputation as able to break through any level of security, and also as someone not to cross when three robbers were later found dead outside his shop, each with a surgical blaster shot through their foreheads. Over the next decade, he built up his reputation further to become, in the shady circles of the lower city, known as the go-to guy for any computer problems you had. Arrest warrants, secret blueprints, tracking someone down... you name it, he could do it, for the right price. His skill afforded him neutrality from the warring gangs, both because everyone wanted his services and because nobody wanted to annoy someone who could, with only a few seconds of key-tapping, have your name, description and current location, along with a list of heinous crimes, on the commlink of every cop within ten miles. His shop thrived, and so did he, on the shadowy edge of the criminal world.