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[b]|[u] {Full Name} [/u]|[/b]
[indent]Sai’rys Vytar[/indent]
[b]|[u] {Age} [/u]|[/b]
[indent]22 (b. 25BBY)[/indent]
[b]|[u] {Species} [/u]|[/b]
[indent]Chiss[/indent]
[b]|[u] {Gender} [/u]|[/b]
[indent]Male[/indent]
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[b]|[u] {Force Sensitive/Alignment} [/u]|[/b]
[indent]No[/indent]
[b]|[u] {Role on Ship}[/u]|[/b]
[indent]Slicer / Thief / Holoforger[/indent]
[b]|[u] {Appearance} [/u]|[/b]
[indent]Like all Chiss, Sai’rys was born with blue skin tone, jet black hair, and eyes that emanate a dim crimson glow. As for his general attire, he leans towards darks mostly, complete with a multi-pocketed jacket/hoodie combo, small utility belt, and backpack. To further blend in with his surroundings -to the point of almost feeling invisible- he’ll toss the hood over his head.[/indent]
[b]|[u] {Equipment and Personal Belongings} [/u]|[/b]
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[b]Equipped Gear[/b]
▷ Wrist Computer - pulls up holos for system diagnostics and/or slicing.
▷ Data Spikes (Slicer Gear)
▷ Data Breaker (Slicer Gear)
▷ Small Techie Toolkit (rear tool pouch)
▷ [url=https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/1/1d/A180_-_DICE.png/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/640?cb=20161208010124]A180 Blaster Pistol[/url] which he has since customized.

[b]Stored Gear[/b]
▷ An assortment of clothes that he had packed away in a rucksack before boarding the Noreaster
▷ Miscellaneous tools and computer parts he’d collected.
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[b]|[u] {Physical Abilities} [/u]|[/b]
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▷ Above average dexterity.
▷ Photographic memory
▷ Systems programming, slicing, and repair knowledge.
▷ Hologram forging
▷ Basic small firearms handling and cleaning
▷ Self-Defense
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[b]|[u] {Limitations} [/u]|[/b]
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▷ Obsessive Compulsive Disorder: [i]He likes things the way he likes things, and -save for perhaps threatening his life- there is very little you can do to dissuade him otherwise.[/i]
▷ Insomnia: [i]His mind just won’t quit sometimes, which makes it tough to get a decent night’s rest, which in-turn causes fatigue unless taken care of.[/i]
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[b]|[u] {Personality} [/u]|[/b]
[indent]Sai’rys is highly intelligent, yet introverted for the most part, and the social awkward side of him isn’t too far behind. But over time, and under the right conditions, he can be less rigid and a little more talkative to those he trusts. He tends to feel more at home surrounded by tech, and would more likely engage in conversations with a computer than any actual flesh and blood being. Droids do tend to share a special place in his heart, but only so far, considering their thought processes are not so much like his on many levels. At times, or perhaps under stressful situations, he may speak more in code as though comparing himself to a terminal or operating system.[/indent]
[b]|[u] {Place of Origin} [/u]|[/b]
[indent]Born twenty-five years before the Battle of Yavin on the Republic controlled planet of Coruscant in the seedy undercity, Sai’rys was already exposed to the galaxies worst bunch of losers right in his own backyard. Both parents worked within the entertainment district in a particular capacity: his mother facilitated Sabacc sessions mostly, while his father was essentially hired muscle. The two seemed to make a great team, that was until his mother died of a drug overdose. His father, now the sole caretaker of their only child, did what any self-respected parent would do in a situation they couldn't handle. He left.
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[b]|[u] {Background} [/u]|[/b]
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Life after abandonment was a series of rollercoasters which could only be satisfied by hanging with kids worse off than him, and Sai’rys found plenty of those while being holed up in one children's shelter after another. So the Chiss who had no one, suddenly found himself surrounded by people just like him. The outcasts. The has-beens. The forgotten. They were his family, and they were [i]everywhere[/i].

In later adolescence, Sai’rys eventually aged out of any obligations the shelters had to hold him, and so he left, taking what survival skills he’d learned and putting them to use on his own. Stealing, Conning, Gambling, and his personal favourite, [i]Slicing[/i]. This particular skill seemed to overshadow the others as he continued to teach himself the finer points of breaching security protocols, falsifying identifications, and making a few extra credits on the side from very grateful clients. The kid needed a challenge it seemed at every turn, and while hanging out in the entertainment district, he decided to delve into a bit of holographic forging, switching several of the “dancing girl” holos scattered about into various Republic government officials. Of course, the laughs didn’t last long, as CorSec officers eventually caught up with the young male, arresting him for various misdemeanors and network attacks. 

Eventually, realizing how much of an asset the boy could actually be, a deal was made to release him and expunge his record if he would agree to assist Republic Intelligence in deciphering several intercepted coded messages. So, Sai’rys took the deal, and after some time, was able to decode the transmission which ended up being blueprints for additional Imperial starships secretly built at the Kuat Drive Yard. Unfortunately, however, “freedom” came with a heavy price, as Sai’rys was tagged with a tracking beacon to be monitored by CorSec as well as put on retainer should they need his services again. 

This did not sit well with the Chiss and he reached out to as many of his underground networks as possible to find a way to remove the tracking beacon and get the hell off Coruscant...

Clu Zanith was his name, a Muun who happened to answer the kid’s call for help through several dark channels within the Undercity. Sai’rys didn’t necessarily trust a Muun, but he also knew they were good for their word as long as some kind of ironclad contractual agreement was made beforehand. And for a species of business moguls and information brokers, it was no surprise that that Clu knew enough about the Chiss to see him as quite the asset indeed, insinuating within his correspondence the need for someone of his “particular skill set”. Was this a job offer? He didn’t know. But what was pretty much guaranteed, was that Clu Zanith was his only chance to get the tracker removed from his neck, and hopefully without any serious damage to the kid’s nervous system. In the end, it turned out to be a relatively painless procedure, albeit, taken care of essentially in the back room of a grimy strip club. But, the beacon was removed, and Sai’rys himself took the liberty of planting it on an unsuspecting club patron as they exited the premises.

And the next step? Well, turned out he was being offered a job by the Muun, aboard an old CR90 Corvette referred to as the “Noreaster”, whatever the hell that was. Honestly, it didn’t take much for the Chiss to be convinced that hiding out from Coruscant authorities aboard a relatively unknown ship would be a benefit. So, after Sai’rys officially joined the crew of the [i]Noreaster[/i] he naturally began poking around only to realize that the ships security systems needed a massive overhaul because, according to him, it was an “embarrassment” and “a toddler could penetrate their system”.

But he also knew that this would be his new home, at least for awhile.
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