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[h3]“Trik Ferre”[/h3]


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Age: 22

Race: Chiss

Brief Bio: Jouren was born in the underbelly of Coruscant by a mother who abandoned him as soon as he could fend for himself, and a father who he never met. He was quickly taught how to survive in the lower levels, and it meant doing whatever he could to keep himself on top. While this could turn any man sour, let alone a little boy, he distinguished himself among all the other mongrels by maintaining manners and a certain...genteel quality. He appeared reasonable on the surface, but as soon as the other urchins he surrounded himself with betrayed him, he would strike with ferocity and bloodlust. It was due to these qualities that he was able to slowly claw his way out of the dank pit he called his home. He grew in influence by selling spice, dealing weapons, and most illegal business ventures, but maintained his secretive status. The Empire had no quarrels with him; He was bringing a sort of order to the criminals of Coruscant, and they were fine with turning a blind eye, as it allowed them to focus on more pressing matters.

	One of those pressing matters turned out to be the Rebel threat, and it grew until they obliterated the Empire and took control for themselves. They called themselves the New Republic, and claimed they stood for democracy, but Jouren didn't care what they stood for; he just wanted them to allow him to continue his work. At this point, he had taken almost complete control of the lower sectors of Coruscant, but the Imperial Remnant would not let that stand. They raided his base, seizing his assets and murdering his men as he fled the planet. He fled to the Outer Rim, taking as many of his soldiers as he could and hiring additional ex-imperial mercenaries to protect him from both the authorities and bounty hunters. After being chased again and again, Jouren faked his own death, destroying all records of him and making a new name for himself, as Trik Ferre. He now lives in hiding among the scum of the galaxy. However, with enemies on every side, he may have to decide who to fight for soon enough.

Faction: None. 

Personality: While Jouren is, in most cases, a criminal, he maintains his manners and is always polite with those he does business with. That being said, in the event they attempt to take advantage of him or betray him, he does not hesitate to strike, either by physical means or by absorbing their assets. Jouren prefers to have conversations with people, as opposed to simply skipping pleasantries and cutting to the chase. He’s quite friendly with those he trusts among his ranks, and secretly yearns to find someone he can deeply trust and have a connection with. 

Physical description: Jouren stands at around 6’0”, with a rugged, athletic build from his years in the slums. His short and neatly-combed black hair contrasts with his striking blood red eyes, and his sharp blue skin stands out against his dark clothing. His [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/b8/6a/a4/b86aa44f9cac130bfced40114aaed248.jpg]outfit[/url] usually consists of a pair of brown boots with durasteel tips, black pants, a long grey tunic, a cloak/overcoat used to conceal his weapons, rust-red gloves, and a matching rust-red helmet. He goes out of his way to conceal his appearance from prying eyes. The Chiss are few and far between, and someone could connect him to his past identity from his appearance. His heavily tattooed neck and arms are similarly concealed. 

Equipment: 
- A pair of LL-30S blaster pistols.
- A commlink.
- A vibro-knife.
- A small collection of credits concealed within the pockets of his tunic. 

Ship (Optional): 
- A YV-666 Light Freighter, yet to be given a name.
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