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[b]Name:[/b]  Huron Raine
[b]Species:[/b]  Duros
[b]Age:[/b]  29
[b]Rank/Title:[/b]  Sergeant
[b]Planet of Origin/Birth:[/b] Duro
[b]Force Sensitive:[/b]  No
[b]Appearance:[/b]  Standing at 2.1 meters, Huron is of a heavier build than most Duros, his skin is a greyish-blue hue, with the blood red eyes of his people bright in contract to his skin, one has to look closely to see that his left eye glows brighter than the right, the smooth skin of his bald skull is marred lightly with scar tissue, which flows from the back of his skull in an almost haphazard pattern to his left cheek, treasures of a battle that scarred him on more than a cosmetic sense.  While bulkier than most Duros, he is by no means large, easily comparable to a human with higher than average fitness.  Huron, when not wearing his combat armour, the standard red and yellow plates of armour over the black body-weave, he is often wearing standard issue overalls of the Fleet, with a back undershirt for when he wraps the arms of the overalls around his waist.  The only item that is not standard issue of the Republic Army is the single medallion of questionable skill that sits around his neck.

[b]Skills and Abilities:[/b]
Skilled Marksman
Demolition Specialist
Skilled Pilot
Close-Combat-Training
Infiltration Training – Prefers to avoid combat during these moments, timing his movements to get around patrols with a minimal body count.

[b]Equipment:[/b]
CD-36 Blaster Rifle
CZR-9001 Blaster Pistol
Three Frag Grenades
Left Ocular Augmentic Replacement
Left Arm Bionic Replacement
Comm-link
Pair of Vibroknives
Infantry Body-Armour, Left Shoulder Guard bulkier and reinforced
Rebreather Unit

[b]Personality:[/b]   Huron is a talkative character, charismatic and somewhat social in a sense, his demeanour has been prone to dramatic changes when someone walks on the thin ice of his world’s devastation at the hands of the Mandalorians.  Once an optimist, after the devastation his outlook became one of a man expecting to die, and this is not a fear that holds him back.  Where some call him reckless, and stubborn to a fault, he sees himself as something the Republic needs, someone willing to hold that line no matter what is brought against him.  Numerous occasions have seen him staying as the last man of the Republic to make sure his fellow comrades were given the space to retreat, generating mixed feelings from Command and other troopers.  When questioned, his answers are always short and to the point, not seeing the point in embellishing anything.

Huron can become a little sadistic when faced with the possibility of Mandalorian prisoners, and it has been noted that his unit has never taken a Mandalorian captive, despite evidence given that states they had taken survivors of an attack or a crash as prisoners.  His sadistic side comes out more when given the chance for duelling a Mandalorian, reports of him allowing the Mandalorian a measure of hope before dashing it with strikes aimed for maximum pain.

[b]History:[/b]  Born to a middle-class family, Huron rarely aspired to earn more than he was used to, happy with his place in life, and happy to become a family man, he worked hard and earned his living as honestly as he could.  His family meant everything, a tradition of his family drilled into his head from childhood that family is all that matters, and nothing should get between him spending time with them.  Before the attack on Duros, Huron worked as a security guard at one of the Orbital Cities departure bays, the worst he had to deal with was disgruntled smugglers caught in the act, and with such a job he supported his family of four, including his wife.

When the Mandalorians attacked however, with their Basilisk War Droids tearing into the cities, Huron found himself assigned with a draft of militia to try and stem the rampaging Mandalorian forces, a task which was far easier to say than to enforce.  For three hours Huron’s unit battled with a series of Mandalorians, from unsupported troops to War droid reinforced platoons, and as the fighting intensified, Huron’s militia was force ever deeper into their home Orbital.  Many friends were lost, and more formed as the Duros fought to keep their homes, and livelihoods safe.  It wasn’t to be however, Huron’s militia was broken and scattered more than not, the remnants joining up with other units to repeat the process as they retreated deeper and deeper.  As the fighting reach the familiar sights of Huron’s residential area he fought all the harder, the untested Duros quickly becoming fierce fighters as it became apparent where the fighting was going, the commercial area was one thing, but the residential was an entirely different theatre.

It was when the order to evacuate the area completely came through the Huron was given permission to see his family to the evacuation shuttles, but he was to return the moment it was away.  An order he was happy with, gathering his family and rushing them, with barely any belongings to the shuttle, he was waving goodbye to the shuttle as it departed, ready to turn back to the bitter fighting that had engulfed half the district now, when Mandalorian fighters swooped through, laying waste to anything in the air, and Huron watching in disbelief as the shuttle bearing his family turned slowly, smoke and fire bellowing from the great rents in the side and along the engine block, its ascension turned horrifyingly to descent.  The shuttle disintergrated as it connected with the docking platform, killing those waiting on another shuttle and levelling buildings as it tore through supports and framework.  Huron suffered severe injuries along his left side, aircars that were parked along the main route exploding peppered his left side with shrapnel and the force of the explosion claimed his entire left arm and blinded his eye.

He was still recovering from the treatments when the call for Duros volunteers to take the fight to the Mandalorians went up, despite the claims he wouldn’t heal in time to mean anything.  Still learning to use his bionic replacement effectively, he signed up as soon as he could leave the hospital without suffering constant attacks from his doctors and nurses.

[b]Relationships and Acquaintances: [/b] WIP

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