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[i]“All Zeltrons are obsessed with romance. When they cannot love, they fight. Both are sports to them.”[/i] – Lumiya
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[b]Mykailos Krael; No Rest for the Wicked [/b]
Race: Zeltron
Birthplace: ISD Acheron, an Imperial-II Class Star Destroyer 
Languages: Basic, curses in twelve other languages.
Racial Bonuses: Pheromone Production, Empathy, Increased Metabolism, Second Liver
Skills: Dirty Fighting, Ruthlessness, Intimidate, Strategy, Marksman, Navigation, Enhanced Memory, Athleticism, Interrogation, Lie Detection.
Equipment: Imperial Heavy Repeater, Grappling gun, Personal energy shield, Comlink Implant.

Mykail’s childhood was spent in constant flux. The son of two highly decorated Imperial sailors, he and his twin Aelyn found themselves moving almost yearly. Extremely empathetic, even by Zeltron standards, Mykail found the emotional load of the thousands of new people he encountered year after year to be exhausting. The overstimulation made him prone to intense migraines, and consequently extremely irritable. 

After the death of his parents, Mykail and Aelyn were put on a transport to Zeltros to live with extended family. Waylaid by pirates, the twins managed to bargain a spot on their crew to avoid being sold into slavery. Mykail had trained on blaster rifles and studied military strategy in his earlier years—as a Terracus Raider, he had the opportunity to put his education to good use. The comradery of the Raiders was powerful enough to drown out the empathetic drain of killing and thieving, and he flourished as he never had before. 

Things went to hell when the Raiders were crushed at the hands of the Liberators. Numb with all the death, Mykail was never quite sure how they made it out alive. Nar Shaddaa was an overwhelming place, and Mykail found himself pissing off several dangerous people almost on the daily. Eventually, between his picking fights with better armed mercs and Aelyn’s gambling habit, the pair had to run for it. 

With entirely too many mercs on their tails, Mykail and Aelyn ran for Tatooine in a fit of desperation. They bargained with Mahuva the Hutt, an old contact from their days with the Raiders. He ever so generously agreed to buy out their debt… with a moderate interest rate of 23%. With nowhere else to go, the twins agreed. Aelyn was set up in a workshop and a spare rifle shoved in Mykail's hands. Now, he does Mahuva's dirty work, wringing credits out of defaulters and getting answers with judicious use of violence.[/indent]