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[h3]Wess Bathens[/h3]
[i]"My father's peers called him a savage behind his back; I will accept no less than 'equal.'"[/i][/center][hr][hr]

[b]Identification/Serial Number:[/b] 
[indent]KY-9914[/indent]

[b]Sex:[/b] 
[indent]Male[/indent]

[b]Age:[/b] 
[indent]23[/indent]

[b]Homeworld:[/b] 
[indent]Aquella[/indent]

[b]Rank:[/b] 
[indent]Private[/indent]

[b]Role:[/b] 
[indent]Stormsurgeon[/indent]

[b]Callsign:[/b] 
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[b]Appearance:[/b] 
[indent]A destined soldier from the day he turned eleven years old, Wess Bathens learned underneath the best trainers and dieticians his father's credits could buy. He spent every waking moment crafting himself into an icon worthy of his homeworld, and worthy of the Galactic Empire; he was all but born and bred to fight. Standing at five feet and eleven inches, his body is a series of forged, tightly packed muscle in a slender yet powerful frame. 

Fists like tempered metal and eyes as cold and blue as ice characterize the son of Aquella's senate representative, though surprisingly his planet's traditional, full-body tribal tattoos are absent; the only mark upon Wess's body is a small purple swirl around his left wrist. Deep brown hair with faded sides frames a handsome, clean-shaven face.[/indent]

[b]Equipment:[/b]
[indent]Standard E-11 Blaster Rifle
Standard Plastoid Armor w/ Bronze Identification Pauldron
Backpack
Additional E-11 Energy Cells
Ion Flares
Bacta Patches, Salves, Bactade, and Bio-Bacta Tank
Additional Medical Supplies
A Single Thermal Detonator[/indent]

[b]Psychological Analysis:[/b] 
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[b]Backstory:[/b]
[indent]Senator Daros Bathen, the democratically elected representative of planet Aquella, was not a popular man on either his homeworld or Coruscant. At home, he was often referred to as a traitor to his culture and a dog of the Empire; in Coruscant, they thought of him as a savage stuck in his ancient, outdated ways, barely better than an alien. In an effort to bridge the two clashing cultures, Daros and his wife, Sara, brought their child to Coruscant. He was named Wess after his grandfather and was to be raised as they hoped all future sons of Aquella would be raised- with their culture intact, yet modernized to conform to Imperial law.

As a boy, Wess found himself enthralled by the pomp and circumstance of life in the Empire's capital city. He was more than attuned to the fanciful parties, strange costumes, and plentiful festivities. One of the things he enjoyed most was waking up early to watch the Stormtroopers in their bright, heroic armor drill in the Imperial Plaza every morning. Though he didn't know it at the time, that impressive sight would be burned into the forefront of his mind for the rest of his life.

Though life as the son of a senator proved hectic and enjoyable, his father, Daros, was bending under the weight. His superiors in the Senate were pressuring him to tame the wild nature of his home system, pressing hard for the eradication of slavery in particular. The Aquellans were far from accepting, as the enslavement of debtors and the children of whores had been a facet of their religion and culture for thousands of years; it was a common punishment for petty crimes since it was said that imprisonment made men lazy and worthless. Their vitriolic refusal had brought the veritable hammer down on their heads when a Stormtrooper battalion arrived and forcibly freed every man, woman, and child enchained. Many believed that it would be impossible to reconcile Imperial rule with the ferociously independent Aquellan culture. Even Daros's own family and sponsors doubted him, often pleading with him to return home so that Wess might grow up a proper man.

Infuriated by their derision and unwilling to break, Daros spoke frankly to his son about the situation they were in. He convinced his child that the only way to solve the issues they faced would be to prove that Aquellan culture could be integrated with Imperial rule; he needed to prove that a child could grow up under the Emperor's banner yet continue to live free and serve his gods with the same fervency and reverence as ever. Wess would be that proof. He would be the living embodiment of everything that Daros had preached. Wess would be lauded as an icon of his people, and a model of Imperial service and citizenship. Eager to make his father proud, he accepted, and the course of his life was altered forever as he was immediately enrolled in a prestigious Imperial Military Academy.

Wess had a natural athletic ability that, when coupled with his pre-training from age eleven, made him a top student in his class of cadets at the academy. He had a sharp, inquisitive mind coupled with a dedication and discipline one could not expect. Every course, every drill and every little scrap of instruction was approached with the fullest eagerness; there was almost a palpable desperation in the way Wess leaped at each opportunity presented to him. He proved particularly interested in the field of field medicine, where he was promptly transferred after putting in a request to the academy head. 

He eventually graduated in the top percentile of his class, earning the right to wear that shining white armor that he had once ogled at from a distance. Though he has only served for a handful of years, he's already adjusted well to the soldiering life; admittedly he does miss the luxury he once lived in, but his surroundings are more than tolerable. One of his primary duties given to him by his father was to document his time in the army well, sending back plenty of material for Daros to use as Imperial propaganda to show Aquella the light. His whole world's eyes lay on Wess as he makes his slow, perilous climb up the Imperial ladder.

'Imperius Unitada ober Totallex'
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