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Leru Zapal

Name - Leru Zapal
Species - Clawdite
Gender - Male
Age - 24
Occupation - Spy/Assassin for the Scarred Hutt Cartel

Appearance - In his natural form he has dark green skin with yellow eyes, sunken cheeks, a narrow nose and a small mouth. He appears reptilian but his face is human-like. Leru is not particularly tall, standing 1.75 meters. His body is skinny with hints of muscle.

As a Clawdite he is able to shapeshift into other similar shaped beings. His most common form that he shapeshifts into is as a clean shaven human male. This is the form others know him as, he rarely ever is in his natural form except when he is alone.

Apparel - His choice of clothing changes depending on his job, but in casual settings he wears conservative clothing that doesn't stick him out of a crowd. While in assassin mode he wears light armor that is easy to run in.

Weapons - Leru always carries a Penetrator MB-450 sporting blaster pistol and a vibrodagger. They are both weapons which are easy to conceal.

Equipment - His credit chip and a grappling hook are two essential items.

Skills -

• His ability to shapeshift is his greatest skill, he can take on other humanoid forms, mimicking them. This extends to the ability to form hair and the appearance of clothing as long as it laid directly on the skin.
• He's a solid shot with a blaster, not exceptional but not a slouch.
• Leru is in great physical shape, he's a talented climber and acrobat with great athleticism.
• He's a capable hacker and locksmith.
• Leru is bilingual, able to speak galactic basic, Clawdite, Huttese and Twi'leki.

Flaws -

• His shape-shifting has drawbacks, if he is injured then he reverts to his original form. Also reverts while in sleep or if he dies. He also receives physical pain from the actual act of changing, it gets worse with more complex forms.
• He's not a fighter, close quarters combat is where he gets bullied around. Leru isn't strong physically, wrestling matches are loses for him.
• Has an almost fear of revealing his true form to anyone. Changelings have a bad reputation throughout the galaxy, they are not trusted, sometimes outright feared or hated.
• Like many others of his race he is extremely solitary, mistrustful and suspicious of others. He avoids social gatherings and has very few friends.
• Leru avoids direct conflict. With his job he tries to remain out of sight, he's not meant to battle head on with somebody. Almost cowardly in this regard.

Personality - Leru is a solitary, near silent Clawdite. He almost never starts conversations, and when conversed his answers are often short and nervous. He avoids being with others and just tries to blend in with the crowds. He's very shy about his true form, and has no revealed it to anyone on 3030. If anyone asks, even his superiors within the Cartel, he tells them he's human.

Despite working for such an ill organization, Leru is not a bad man moral wise. He does assassin work, but only for the cartel. The targets are almost always members of other gangs, scum of the underworld. He doesn't harm innocents and avoids fights. He feels for the poorest within 3030 and would one day like to help them.

Goals - Amass enough credits to live a quiet solitary life, enough to move out of 3030 as well. If possible he wants to help his people stuck in the slums of his homeworld.

Backstory - Leru was born on the Mid Rim world of Zolan, the home of the Zolander species and his own. On the world his species was oppressed, feared by the Zolanders and forced to dwell in the slums of the planet. They were oppressed every day, Leru facing it in his youth. His family was loving, but the conditions they lived in were terrible, his parents seeked a way to get him offworld.

At the age of fifteen this hope become something real as his parents managed to smuggle him aboard a merchant ship. Leru's talents as a shapeshifter had been nurtured and he was able to masquerade as one of the crewmen on the vessel. Luckily for the Clawdite the ship returned to Coruscant, a world where he could lived in secrecy, with actual opportunities. He ended up in the Coruscant underworld, then on level 3030.

He needed a way to live, credits were the driving force behind everything in 3030. His talents as a changeling gave him a way to make money, he took up a job with the Scarred Hutt Cartel, it was an assassination of an opposing gang member. Leru put a blaster bolt into the man's back after shifting into one of his friends. The shock of actually taking another life affected him, but he rationalized it by realizing that the man was a hardened criminal.

After that he actually joined the Cartel, he found work within the group, spying on whoever his superiors wanted, assassinating who they wanted dead. He's earned some respect within the gang, he worked hard, asking for nothing but credits and to be left alone when not on mission. He secured a comfortable apartment in Cartel territory, it is a place he most often frequents.

Siennviwor

Name - Siennviwor
Species - Twi'lek
Gender - Female
Age - 20
Occupation - Dancer/informant for the Siren Claw Syndicate

Appearance - Siennviwor, or more simply, Sienn, is a Twi'lek of average height, standing just over 1.7 meters. Her frame is slender, though her figure is very feminine and attractive to the male eye like many others of her race. Her skin is a pink tone, her eyes brown. She also has painted eyebrows above her eyes to appear less alien, when dancing she also has other types of makeup on her.

Apparel - She wears various dancer outfits, they are seductive and light, ranging in appearance and modesty. When not dancing she wears more conservative clothing, usually leather pants, boots, and tube top with a jacket over.

Weapons - She does not carry a blaster, but she carries a knife on herself when not dancing and when dancing in dangerous surroundings.

Equipment - A credit chip.

Skills -

• She's an exceptional dancer, her moves beautiful to the eye.
• She possesses the usual Twi'lek charm, knows how to play men like an instrument.
• She's great at hiding her intentions and is a talented liar.
• Fluent in Twi'leki, Basic and Huttese.

Flaws -

• Has no experience or skill with a blaster. She's never used one in combat.
• Has never killed before and does not want to. The only way she could see herself doing it is if her life was at stake.
• Not really the combat type, doesn't know how to fight and isn't physically strong.
• Has a fear of physical pain, especially the kind that would leave marks or scars.
• Her head tails (Lekku) are extremely sensitive. Pulling on them causes her intense pain and can outright knock her out if yanked hard enough.

Personality - Sienn is a cautious young Twi'lek, she has been told much of life in the undercity for her people, how many are mistreated and outright enslaved. She does not want this at all, instead being very careful with who she befriends and aligns herself with. As a dancer she just tries to not speak to much, instead letting her moves do the talking.

She is a friendly girl, one that values real friendship. She cares for those that care for her, and has no care for those that seek to use her. Sienn enjoys dancing, it is her greatest talent and her way of making a living.

Goals - Sienn wishes to survive 3030, making enough credits to live a worry free life. She would also like to gain some respect within the Sirens, as she is only just a recruit within the group. She also wants to help the organization grow, as she supports all its ideals and goals.

Backstory -
Sienn was born on the Twi'lek homeworld, ten years before the Clone Wars. Her childhood was not that different from other of her species, her family didn't have very much money and could afford few luxuries. Her mother, like Sienn would one day become, was a talented dancer. Many moments in her youth were spent with her mother being taught how to dance.

During the Clone Wars, Ryloth was captured by the Separatists, her race fought back against the invaders, her father was one of those that fought with the freedom fighters. He died in combat, leaving Sienn and her mother shocked and saddened. The Separatist forces were not kind during their occupation, they mistreated and stole from her people's villages, even used civilians as living shields.

The Republic would retake the planet, though the beautiful world was hit hard by the fighting. Many had died, Sienn and her mother hid for days as the fighting went on. After the Clone Wars ended, the Empire arose, Sienn was just reaching maturity for a Twi'lek. Her mother sold her to a wealthy merchant, seeing it as a way to give her daughter something better than what was to be had on the Ryloth.

The merchant was a wealthy man, Sienn was to be wed to him, he brought her to Coruscant on his yacht. She had seen how the man actually was, cruel and greedy, he was not someone she wanted to marry, over twice her age as well.

While in the streets of Coruscant, just before their marriage, Sienn ran away, she just ran as far as she could from him, escaping into the endless alleys of the surface of Coruscant. He never managed to track her down, though she was intensely paranoid that he would, he was a powerful man with connections on Coruscant.

She managed to find a way into the underworld, while it was not her first choice, it was a safe one. She stowed away on a ship that was heading for 3030. As soon as it landed she dashed into the undercity, losing herself amongst the crowds. Her new surroundings reminded her of her home world, people living in bad conditions, crime everywhere.

She had to scavenge, beg and steal for her first weeks in 3030, then she turned to dancing. While walking the long roads of thirty thirty she passed by a gentleman's club. As she went past the front entrance someone working for the club approached her, they were searching for new talent to dance for the club. While not certain about the idea, it was a way to make money and use her talents, so she took the job.

Another dancer in the club was a member of the Sirens. After befriending the woman, Sienn too would join the gang. She saw it as a way to protect herself, they were a group with only positive intentions to her. Since then she has left her job in the club, having become more of a freelance dancer in 3030, also an informant for the Sirens.

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Namen Starblade - @Lord Coake

[Morden Man]

| Name |
The Mandalorian.
| Species |
Human.
| Gender |
Male.
| Age |
Unknown.
| Occupation |
Bounty hunter.

| Appearance |

| Apparel |

The Mandalorian wears a full set of battered Mandalorian armour that shows sign of rust and bears deep scars across the chest and helmet.

| Weapons |

The Mandalorian has an EE-3 carbine rifle slung over his shoulder at all times and carries a Sacros K-11 blaster on his hip in case of emergencies. In the wrist of his left gauntlet is a flame projector that the Mandalorian uses as a weapon of last resort. All of the Mandalorian’s weapons show signs of age.

| Equipment |

On the Mandalorian’s back is a K-6 jetpack that allows him short bursts of flight. Elsewhere in the Galaxy the K-6 would be an excellent piece of equipment but within the confines of 3030 it gets very little use. The the right wrist of the Mandalorian's armour is a whipcord launcher that can be used to pursue targets.

| Skills |

The Mandalorian is renown for his skill in hand-to-hand combat, with blaster in hand, and all other manner of weapon. In his previous occupation as a Bounty Hunter the Mandalorian amassed man-hunting skills such as tracking, interrogation, and deduction.

| Flaws |

As with all bounty hunters the Mandalorian is trusted by few and is considered scandalized by his willingness to work in exchange for credits. He has few confidantes, even fewer friends, and stands alone against factions that approach Zam’s Brothel from all sides.

| Personality |

The Mandalorian is a man of few words. He is known to issue a sternly worded threat to those that do not respect the rules of Zam’s brothel on occasion. He seems to be particularly protective of the women under Zam's employ and has shown a willingness to resort to disproportionate acts of violence against those that abuse them.

| Goals |

Protect the neutrality of Zam’s Brothel, continue getting paid, and eliminate all those that actively threaten the neutrality of Zam’s Brothel.

| Backstory |

Very little is known about the Mandalorian before his arrival on Coruscant. Tales of the Mandalorian’s exploits fill every tavern on 3030. There are those that say the Mandalorian once defeated five Wookies in hand-to-hand combat over a misspoken word. Some whisper of his having fought a Dark Jedi to a standstill on a dying moon in the Outer Rim. All anyone knows for certain is that he appeared in 3030 one day and soon went to work at Zam’s Brothel.

The brothel stood in 3030 long before the arrival of the Hutts or the Blackened Stars and its neutrality is considered one of the few unbreakable rules the level has. At least it was considered one of the unbreakable rules until recent events. Slowly but surely the neutrality of Zam’s Brothel has been undermined by the factions as they compete against one another and vie for control of the level. Zam seeks out the services of the Mandalorian, whose fearsome reputation reaches all corners of Coruscant’s underworld, to serve as the brothel’s last line of defence.

There is some talk out on the Outer Rim, whispers in the darkest, most dangerous corners where good men fear to tread, that there is more to the Mandalorian that meets the eye. Faces from his past are keen to seek him out and should they succeed they may bring more trouble to Zam’s and the Mandalorian than the 3030’s factions combined.

[Hexaflexagon]

The place for Hex's PCs and NPCs as needed.

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Shakk'arar

Name: Shakk'arar/ Shakka Rar
Species: Twi'lek
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Occupation: Courier

Appearance:
Shakka is a relatively small and petite creature to such an extent that the unexpecting may believe that Undercity would swallow her whole. While she is on the smaller side of her species standing at roughly 1.6 meters and just under 45.3 kg. What muscle she does have comes from functionality more than anything else to support a lifestyle revolving around primarily stamina and quick explosive power over pure brute strength and tremendous speed. Her skin is blue in pigmentation with the exact hue varying primarily due to lighting but was most easily described as a light blue in color. Her eyes are dark in color with hints and small motes of a darker orange in the mix. The eyes themselves are hardened to the reality of the world they observed and seem to cast her much older than her nineteen years. She perpetually keeps a mask of boredom upon her face, learning quickly that in the 3030 any signs of emotion can and will be used against you

Apparel:
Shakka's clothing was generally considered what some would describe as patchwork in nature. Having little actual credits to spend on import things like food and maybe a warm bed for the night the need for new clothing generally fell to the wayside. So rather than using her credits to buy these articles she would take what she could scavenge from the refuse piles that weren't entirely covered in fecal matter and would break them down and use their fibers to restitch new clothes. The only thing that really stood out was her jacket. Made of sullust leather and lined with wampa fur, in what seemed like forever ago her brother bought after winning his first Swoop Race and wore it on every race afterwards for good luck. Sadly it was the only thing recovered from the crash that killed him.

Weapons: DH-23 "Outback" blaster pistol, A "lovingly used" durasteel truncheon.
Equipment: Credit chip, a half functional personal data pad, some goggles.

Skills:
- Shakka like most Twi'lek's especially those of the female gender was more than willing to use the ideas of her species percived sexuaility and beauty to her advantage.
- She spent many days of her youth watching her brother work day in and day out on his swoop bike until it reached the point where she just naturally ended up becoming his assistant. Through this she has learned the skills of a mechanic having worked on nothing bigger than a swoop or a speeder, she's unsure if the skills would translate over to bigger vehicles but she would at least know something.
- She like most denizens of the Undercity is multilingual being able to speak Basic, Ryl, Lekku and Huttese
- She knows her way very well around a Sabacc game.

Flaws:
- Shakka has what some people may call a rather large guilt complex. She blames the deaths of all of those close to her on herself even if it was further from the truth. As a result she spends many restless nights looking up at the saturated neon haze above her because staying awake until you passed out was easier than dealing with the nightmares.
- She isn't much of a people person not in the does not play well with others sense but more in the very idea of getting close to people again is a terrifying concept for her to even think about. and would rather just have a bunch of acquaintances and contacts rather than full blown friendships.
- There was a time when Shakka was young and filled with naïveté about the world. Her head was filled with dreams of heroes, adventures and traveling the galaxy. Turns out you spend long enough down in 3030 and it'll be crushed out of you quicker than a fruit in vacuum. Now she is more of a heavily cynical misanthrope whose general existential despair has turned her life into something of a wreck.
- As a double edged sword to her young appearance; people underestimate her but at the same time it also leads to a tendency in others to not take her opinions or views seriously because she's still just a kid. A fact which irritates her to no end.
- Being as small as she is while having great speed and acrobatic skill unless she can use pragmatic tactics and get that sucker punch in first, she's not all that useful in a straight up fight being tossed about rather easily.
- Shakka also does not have the highest resolve when confronted with violence and well as soon as things start tipping against her favor, she will run away abandoning anybody else to save her own hide.

Personality:
As Shakka puts it. "Life's like a big old game of Sabacc, except everybody is a skifting karking ass. Well and instead of playing for money, you're playing for a fleeting sense of a life well spent before you croak as an old person choking on your own spit. So you might as well play the hand you're dealt." This statement more or less defines Shakka's own personal brand of cynicism. You acknowledge that life will take every opportunity to screw you over if it has a chance and that everybody in the entirety of known space is only out for themselves and are probably going to stab you in the back eventually. But despite it all in the end everybody is stuck in the same situation together and so they might as well at least try and have a shred of common decency.

She does though carry a deep sense of regret and sadness, her cynical musings and sarcastic remarks hold no bitterness or malice but instead regret and a shadow of despair. There was a time when she was a young girl far away from the constant stench and chaotic blur of the Undercity. A time where she spent her days in the fields helping on her family's farm. These memories which now seem to her to be a million miles away, and a story of a different girl. But life's unrelenting drum beat ever onward and life continued forward. The greens and browns of the farm where replaced with the neon lights pulsing so hard that they hurt your eyes, and dark gray plating stained with a mixture of fluids. Slowly her old world seemed entirely swallowed up and soon she could never go back to how things once were. And this sadness is what slowly eats her apart from the inside, leaving her restless at night and drives her to push others away more often than not permanently out of her life and with it causing more fractures in an already loose foundation.

Goals:
Well of course survival is always the thing that pushes her forward. She refuses to just lay down and die like some many others; people like her father and brother died so that she could have a chance at living. But beyond the basics she doesn't' really even attempt to fill her head with goals and dreams knowing that in the end she'll probably just end up disappointing herself. Though having to not worry about having a roof over her head, and being able to wear a new pair of clothes everyday sure does sound nice.

Backstory:
The girl known as Shakk'arar was born nineteen years ago (in 28 BBY) on the planet of Agamar in the Mirgoshir system in the Outer Rim along the Braxant Run. Her parents were fringers setting out with what little they had and essentially going bankrupt to get off of Ryloth and try and make a living somewhere safe and peaceful. Much to their joy they found success on Agamar as simple farmers. It was hard work and the economic outcomes weren't all too great but they were happy and that was what mattered to them. Shakka's brother Vyso came soon after their first successful harvest and five years later Shakka came into the world.

These years growing up on Agamar was a relatively mundane and peaceful existence compared to what lay in her future. She had her only schooling during this period in the town about a five mile walk down the road from their farm and when she was not there she was either chasing animals on the farm or helping her parents or as much as a small child could. Though during this time Shakka did learn some very fundamental skills which would come into use later in life. Her mother was insistent on teaching her how to use sew the old fashion way without any electronic or mechanical aide, claiming it to be an essential skill and "that your grandfather would be ashamed in me if you couldn't make your own harness by the age of seven." She also learned the basic use of blaster weaponry from her father. Sure Agamar was a quiet little place where not much seemed to happen but their was still the occasional predator that would prey on livestock and children or the wandering bandit. It was the Outer Rim after all.

Though eventually the quiet on Agamar was broken as the galaxy wide Clone Wars began. It started as a murmur at first, remembering how her parents would argue about how the government of Agamar had aligned itself with the Confederacy of Independent System and whether or not they should retreat back to Republic space. But they didn't react because even with politics and stories coming in, the shadow of war seemed so far away. But the specter of death soon came upon them. Late in the first year of the Clone Wars, the Confederacy and Republic began a brutal campaign for supremacy over Agamar and the greater Mirgoshir system. Through the fighting Agamar was brutalized by the effects of orbital bombardments, great land battles and falling debris from space. The planet itself even forced the brunt of attack by the Separatists’ Force Harvester draining the very life from whatever it touched. Eventually after several months of fighting and after the planet was littered with dead on both sides, the first quiet in what seemed like an eternity fell over the planet. Agamar had come under Republic control.

Like many who lived on the small farming world Shakka's family was displaced and without a home to their own. Though now they were fewer in number, the war having claimed its payment from their lives in the form of Shakka's mother. It turned out their small farm was caught in the middle of a Republic artillery zone due to its close proximity to Separatist anti-aircraft installations. One of the shots from the Republic SPHA fell directly on their house and destroyed nearly half of it in an instant. Her mother was killed before she could even scream. So now down a family member and with nowhere to go, Shakka's father decided to take Shakka and Vyso to Coruscant where his brother worked as a successful trader and businessman.

As it turns out though Shakka's uncle was no longer the successful businessman that his father once thought he was. Like the fate of many on Coruscant when her uncle's business started to take a turn for the worse in terms of profits, to keep himself from going bankrupt he struck a deal with the Hutts. A deal which practically sold his company out from underneath him, and took practically everything else he had to pay off this new deal. Afterwards he took to drinking in a hard way and a month before their arrival he was found in the Undercity with a half empty bottle in his hand and a blaster hole in his stomach. Shakka's family of course not able to learn of any of this fighting on Agmar and the jamming of all outward communications.

So now without any financial support, home, or any real place to cushion their fall the trio was left on Coruscant. A city already filled to the brim with people and filling more by the day as more refugees from the war fled coreward. They like most of the destitute and forgotten found their way to the Undercity where their father found work as a common day laborer at a construction site and Shakka and Vyso basically began taking care of one another as best as they could. The Clone Wars came and they went and the Galactic Republic was replaced with an Empire but not much changed in the undercity it persisted as always. And the small family continued their existence. Finally about five years later in 17 BBY, a tragic construction accident occurred and several hundred pounds of metal plating fell atop of Shakka and Vyso's father and after five days and nights of agonizing pain he succumbed to his injuries.

Vyso now 16 became the prime source of income for the pair and through a friend of a friend he became a swoop bike racer in the old Coruscant circuit, one of the oldest in the galaxy and one of the most dangerous if not because of the track itself which had a habit of climbing drivers lives on its sudden drops and sharp turns but do to the cutthroat nature of the undercity and how it bled into Swoop racing. After losing five times in a row with the last of their credits that their father had left them before he died Vyso entered one final race and won. With that victory he earned triple of what it would of taken their father weeks to earn all in the span of maybe an hour. After that Vyso kept on racing and kept on winning and things began to look good for him and Shakka for the first time in awhile. They could afford food, a place to sleep and still had some money left over but following the trend of things this happiness could not last.

Three years later in 14 BBY it all came tumbling down once more. Vyso was at the top of his game and was winning race, after race. He had become something of a minor celebrity down in the Undercity. He was cocky, arrogant, attractive and good at what he does everything you wanted in a guy to root for and betting for Vyso to win was always a safe bet. But this fame drew the attention of certain criminal factors within the city and one such group politely bribed Vyso with a large sum of credits to throw a championship race, so that their boss could win a very large sum of money. Vyso always one with pride in his heart and clouding his mind, denied their request and handily won the race. For his disservice before his next race, enemy agents sabotaged his swoop and caused the engine to overload midrace and for the swoop to explode in a sizable explosion.

In many ways Vyso's death was the straw that broke the Bantha's back for Shakka. Before then through all the other tragedies that befell them Vyso refuses to let her fall to despair. Through sheer force of personality and persistence he prevented his younger sister from just giving hope. Now he was dead and nothing was there to brace herself when she fell. For the first few months she did nothing really but hide away in their apartment spending what money they had left to pay for the rent. But beside that she just sat alone nearly starving to death and unsure of what she was supposed to do know that she was alone. She was fourteen years of age by this point. Eventually though the money ran out and the landlord took the first chance to kick Shakka out that he could. With the Empire's Human High Culture beliefs being expressed daily even landlords that held non-human tenentes above a certain level in the Undercity were charged heavily with fees until they kicked out the aliens from their establishment. Now forced upon the street, she was no longer able to hide away from the world and had to at least find a way to sustain herself. Eventually she fell deeper and deeper into the Undercity before she finally came to Level 3030. 3030 might have been a scum hole but nobody cared who you were, they only cared about what you could do for them.

So Shakka took on a series of odd jobs for the next couple of years doing whatever payed, some of it less morally degrading than others. But you didn't complain about what you had to do, you did it so that you could survive. Eventually though at the beginning of her seventeenth year she found more consistent work. The job was working as a courier or as she put it a "delivery girl, except ten times as dangerous and you're usually handling either sensitive information or enough illicit substances to get all of 3030 high for a solid twenty minutes." She did'nt work for anyone in particular but most of her work came from the Stars and the Sirens though smaller gangs and others needing their goods to arrive securely at a location occasionally sought her out. The very nature of her delivering these usually high value packages ended up getting her in more trouble than it was worth on occasions and she learned pretty quick the best nooks and crannies for her to avoid trouble altogether because she wasn't exactly what you would call the best in a fight.

The pay was not great of course especially for the danger involved barely enough to afford a meal on most days because as an independent she had little true purchase in 3030 and she could easily be replaced. But it was enough to scrape by on the day to day and through her work she had found enough ports in the storm to hide away when the time came to sleep. Day to day living was tough and everyday another adventure that she would rather not go on. But you did what you had to do.

The year is now 9 BBY, the Empire holds near total control over the galaxy and only faint murmurs of discontent can be heard before they are silenced by Imperial Intelligence. Yet in the Undercity a certain permanence exists beneath the mixture of grime, dirt and heavy neon. Nothing ever changes, the rich will continue to get richer and the poor will be crushed underneath their boots. And among this squabble and degradation, a Twi'lek girl keeps her head down and tries to complete her deliveries on time. She's not afraid of the future and she knows one of these days her luck is going to run out, but before that day came well there was always another round of Sabacc to play.

[Byrd Man]

Name - Vigor "Vig" Vespellian

Species - Human

Gender - Male

Age - 43

Occupation - Maintenance man/The Fixer

Appearance - Vig is a human of above average height, a little under two meters tall. He has dark coffee colored skin. His hair is cut short with a thick beard on his face, both the black hair on his head and face are flecked with white. He has a scar on his face, a small vertical scar underneath his right eye that extends about five centimeters down his face. He has an average build for a man of his height, with the makings of a pot belly on his stomach.

Apparel - Vig mostly wears his worker outfit, a navy blue jumpsuit with a nametag and his name on the left breast. He wears similar clothes as the Fixer, but these are dark grey and are sans nametag.

Weapons - Vig packs a DC-17 hand blaster and a small vibroblade on him at nearly all times. Hidden in his apartment is a stache of blaster pistols, rifles, and thermal detonators.

Equipment - A collection of tools he uses in his day to day job.

Skills - Vig is a decent enough repairman to keep his job and make a living wage. From his old life, he is an expert in hand to combat, weapons, investigations, and interrogations.

Flaws - Vig's need to atone for his sins has made him susceptible to helping lost causes. He is often haunted by his past in the form of bad dreams and what can only be described as post-traumatic stress disorder. His need to avoid violence comes from the fear that when combat arrives, he'll be unable to act.

Personality - Vig is a quiet and observant man. He often keeps his head down and to himself. He's also very neat in his personal grooming and the layout of his apartment. Things must be neat and ordered and there must be a schedule to follow. I know people like to use the obsessive compulsive disorder thing, but he's not that. Maybe just a bit tightly wound. Outside of those affectations, Vig is tenacious when it comes to helping someone. By hook or by crook he will help them with their problems. While not violent per say, he will use violence to achieve his goals if need be.

Goals - Vig wants to help people pure and simple.

Backstory - Vigor Vespellian was not always known as Vigor Vespellian. Years ago he went by a much different name and lived on a planet far away from Coruscant. Originally from Corellia, he ran away from home at the age of twelve and hopped a spacebarge to the Outer Rim. He soon found work as security on several different ships. He was still a teenager when his work as a security officer led to him being employed by the Galactic Trade Federation's growing military. He showed an aptitude for combat of an unconventional nature and was soon selected as a candidate for Special Forces training.

Then the Clone Wars started. Vig's special forces unit comprised of humans and other aliens from the Confederacy ran many missions in support of the CIS' mostly droid armies. He did many questionable things in the name of galactic freedom, he killed many people for his government. Vig's unit was on the planet Manda in the closing days of the war when it went sideways. Their plan to assassinate a Republican Senator was ended shortly by a surprise ambush from a Jedi-led clone commando squad. Vig saw his men cut down and shred into ribbons. He was the last one left when something happened. The cones turned on their Jedi leader and fought him. The bloody battle finally ended when the Jedi died, but not before taking out nearly all the commandos. In the chaos, Vig snuck away and left the planet aboard the ship his squad had came in.

It was while in space that he heard the newscasts that the war was over and that all members of the CIS were being sought for questioning and imprisonment by the Republic. Vig rerouted his course and soon headed for refuge in the Outer Rim. He bounced around in planets and outposts as he witnessed the transformation of the Republic into Empire. He was still among those wanted for crimes against the Empire. After hearing talk of a doctor who could help him, Vig worked odd jobs in the Rim and finally saved up enough money to travel to Courscant. Once there, he had major reconstructions surgery and changed his name.

Now as Vigor Vespellian, he got a job in the Underworld as a maintenance man. He kept to himself and kept his head down. At night he slept and had dreams of the waking nightmares he had witnessed during the war. He dealt with his dreams as best as he could and avoided trouble. But then trouble found him one day. A knock at his door was the family from next door seeking refuge from a local gangster. The family in question were being extorted for rent money, asked to do criminal things the women asked to prostitute themselves while the men hurt people. They would rather leave than comply. Vig went to talk to the gangster and his men. After a heated dispute, Vig walked out of their headquarters after driving a vibroblade through the gangster's forehead. That night Vig slept soundly. The family tried to offer him money, but he would not accept it.

Now, Vig works by day as a repairman in the Underworld. At night, he is a man who is becoming a local legend. A man who can help those who are truly desperate, people who are broken and in need of repair. While he keeps his identity a secret, people know of him as the Fixer.

[The Survivor]

Zolar Lindemann

Name - Zolar Lindemann
Species - Gank
Gender - Male
Age - 25
Occupation - Independent Contractor, currently working as Gorro the Hutt's bodyguard and personal assassin.

Appearance -


Under his armor he is covered in yellow fur, with green eyes and an angular face. While considered not very good looking by his own species, he would be one of the most attractive to other species. He's rather tall for a Gank, 6 feet even. Her has broad shoulders and muscular physique.

Apparel - He wears yellow armor that comes with Night-Vision, thermal vision, has a lot of storage. It can withstand at least two blaster shots, Though the shots would knock him back and bruise whatever's underneath.
Weapons -
DC-19 "Stealth" Carbine
DD6 Blaster Pistol
IQA-11 Blaster Rifle

Equipment -
Datapad, for all your data organizing needs. Also has GPS and radio.
Grappling hook attached to his blaster pistol.
Cybernetic augments that enhances reflexes, endurance, and agility. Common with most Ganks.
Utility belt with some useful odds and ends.

Skills -
Excellent Marksman- Zolar is an excellent shot with any gun.
Skilled Navigator and Pilot- Zolar can fly and read star charts and maps fairly well.
Assassin Training- Zolar's mentor taught him everything he knows about the art of killing, and he's become very good at it.
Linguistic- Due to his profession, Zolar has learned to speak many languages.

Flaws -
Ruthless- Zolar doesn't have mercy for anyone he fights.
Proud- If Zolar's pride is in peril, he will do anything to save it.
Arrogant- More often than not, Zolar underestimates his enemies.
Greedy- Zolar is loyal to only one person. Himself. If someone offered more money to kill Gorro, he would do it in a second.
Tobacco Addict- Zolar often enjoys a smoke.

Personality - Though Zolar is an assassin, he has a moral code. No women and children. Everything else is fair game. He is arrogant and proud and would most likely get into a fight with anyone who says otherwise. Zolar only loves one person, himself. He is in this business for the money and will kill anyone to get there. He loved someone once and they died a horrible death. And he hasn't loved anyone since. He doesn't want power. He just wants to fight and get paid and one day retire.

Goals - Gather enough money to retire on a scenic planet to live out the rest of his days.

Backstory - Zolar Lindemann was born in 34 BBY on Nar Shadaa to a bounty hunter and a doctor. His Father, the bounty hunter, was Osra Lindemann and had fallen in love with a free clinic doctor, a human as well, which would explain Zolar's more gentle facial features than most Gank. But Osra didn't stay with Zolar's mother and left Nar Shadaa to continue his business of hunting sinners and saints alike. When Zolar was 6, his father began to pass on his knowledge. He taught him how to fire a blaster, how to fight hand to hand, how to fly a ship, everything he knew. And he finally let Zolar come with him on missions when Zolar was 13. Up until that point, he had been the supply man, support on his father's missions. But now they were partners and Zolar loved it.

When Zolar was 15, His father and him were hired by an anonymous client to set charges on the foundations of the Jedi temple. Osra accepted, which surprised Zolar. The pay must have been good. After weeks and weeks of planning and brainstorming, they set out for the Jedi temple. The plan went off without a hitch. They infiltrated the temple and set the charges. After narrowly avoiding security they exited and made their way to the rendezvous point, which was the Senate building. After meeting with a hooded agent who claimed the detonator and gave them their payment, they headed out. A few hours later, they were staying in an inn. It was just below the senate building, as Osra wanted some time to make sure he had everything to make it off world. Zolar went out to see the lights of courscant at night. He always thought they were amazing. He then heard a dull thud off of the dumpster down an alley. Zolar's hand immediately went to his blaster pistol. Other bounty hunters had come after them before and he knew they weren't above gunning down a teenager. He made his way down the alley cautiously and saw a severed robed arm and... a Jedi lightsaber! Zolar made sure the area was secure before he went to inspect the arm. It was that of a black human, possibly male. He grabbed the lightsaber out of the arm's hand and inspected it.

Zolar had never seen one before, though he had seen a Jedi or two throughout his travels. He fumbled with it for a minute before he managed to ignite it. A purple glowing blade screeched out of the hilt and illuminated the dark alley. He waved it around for a moment for slicing down on the dumpster, cutting it in half. He grinned as he deactivated it and went to show his father what he had found. When his father saw the lightsaber he said "You can keep it, but we're leaving tonight." And so they did, an hour before the clone army turned on the Jedi. They were traveling through space when it happened, to an outer rim planet for a job. Soon enough they started to hear that the Jedi sought to overthrow the republic and the Supreme Chancellor had ordered the Clone Army to exterminate all of them. Zolar then knew they had played some part in the defeat of the Jedi. His father said nothing, only that "I will be repaid for my efforts in more than just credits some day."

That day was 4 years later, on Kashyyyk in 15 BBY, when Osra and Zolar encountered a Jedi in hiding while perusing a suspected Rebel, who had made friends with the Jedi. The Jedi had walked out from the bushes and told them to go back and even attempted to manipulate they're mind. But they were strong willed and said they were going to get that bounty. Zolar remembers the Jedi sighing and activating his lightsaber, which screeched to life, glowing green. The Jedi swiped his hand and sent Zolar flying into the forest, smashing against a tree and dazing him. He struggled to his feet and heard the stomach dropping sound of lightsaber slicing through flesh and the follow up of a dull thud. Zolar's legs were shaking as he made his way towards the noise and he gazed upon his father's body with horror and rage. The Jedi turned towards him, a sympathetic look on his face. Zolar roared in rage, activating his own lightsaber. The Jedi's eyes widened in surprise, possibly in surprise at the color of the lightsaber, or at the fact Zolar had a lightsaber at all. In any case, he was too slow to block Zolar's sudden ferocious attack and he sliced the Jedi's sword arm off. Zolar slammed him to the ground and raised the lightsaber high in the air, preparing to deliver the final blow. Then he felt an explosive pain slam into his shoulder and he was thrown over the Jedi into the woods, falling down a steep incline.

He landed in a shallow creek, and he lie there for a second, taking in all that had happened. His father, dead. Just like that. His shoulder was searing with pain and was no doubt broken, along with some other bones from the combination of being thrown into a tree and tossed down a steep hill. He saw the lightsaber on the bank a few feet away. Zolar painfully crawled towards it, grabbing it and struggling to his feet. He knew he couldn't take on the Jedi and the rebel by himself. So he fled, making it back to his ship and fleeing Kashyyyk.

He continued the family business, learning more about wielding a lightsaber and completing jobs. When he was 23 he returned to Coruscant and made his way into the underworld. There he impressed Gorro the Hutt with his skills was hired his bodyguard and personal Assassin. He's been at Gorro's side ever since.

Jonas Tullonev

Name - Jonas Tullonev
Species - Human (Alderaan)
Gender - Male
Age - 26
Occupation - Smuggler

Appearance -


Apparel - Jonas's Outfit as seen above
Weapons - Dual DL-18 Blaster pistols, Frag Grenades, Combat Knife.
Equipment - Datapad, Grappling hook attachment, Code Cracker (For all advanced hacking needs), R3-D6 Droid 'Rex', The Star-Skipper (Currently in Hangar), Small tool kit

Skills
- Exceptional Pilot: Having spent time aboard ships all his life and needing to do some fast flying on more than a couple occasions, Jonas is a very skilled pilot.

-Silver Tongue: Jonas, being a 'legitimate business man' knows how to talk to people and if he can talk his way out of a situation rather than shooting his way out, he prefers the former.

-Droid technician: Jonas has been around droids all his life and knows how to repair and program them and ever since he got Rex, he needed to do that twice as much.

-Decent Shot: While he would like to talk his way out of all of his situations, he can't, so Jonas has learned to handle a gun, both big and small.

-Navigation Expert: Navigating and piloting go hand in hand, it was a necessity for Jonas to learn this and he did it as early as 10.

Flaws

-Money Driven: Jonas just wants to sell his cargo and get out, he doesn't care about anything else.

-Morally Gray: While Jonas is by no means an 'evil' person, when it comes to getting the job done, he may turn a blind eye to another person's suffering.

-Overly Cautious: Jonas isn't willing to take some risks that might endanger him or his cargo.

-Traumatized: After witnessing the slaughter of his Father's entire trade tycoon and barely escaping death himself, Jonas has constant nightmares and flashbacks.

-Distant: After the massacre of everybody he knew, the only thing he cares about is getting the job done. And maybe Rex. If anyone tries to get close to him, he'll simply disappear.

Personality - Jonas is a smuggler, driven by money and survival. He knows he won't make a decent salary to live off of working an honest living and after the destruction of the family business, he turned to illegal means of payment. He's not a good person or a bad one, but he'll turn a blind eye to other's suffering to help himself. He's wary at the best of times and paranoid at the worst, he has PTSD from witnessing the slaughter of hundreds at the hands of the empire. He hates both rebels and the empire equally and he just wants to live his life. He's distant with other people, hoping to keep most relationships strictly professional, his only true friend being his droid, Rex. If someone tries to get close to him, he'll just disappear one day, not likely to return for a long time.

Goals - Get paid for this cargo shipment and get the hell off Coruscant.

Backstory -

Jonas was born on Alderaan in 36 BBY. After giving birth, his mother left his father and they never saw her again. Feeling betrayed, Jonas's father left Alderaan with Jonas, as it was his mother's home planet. He started a trade goods service with a small freighter. So Jonas grew up on starships, traveling from planet to planet all over the galaxy. He was never told about his mother as when he brought it up, his father simply said "Don't worry about it." Jonas's father taught him how to pilot and navigate, how to fire a blaster and a turret, how to trade and barter. He taught Jonas everything he knew. Jonas first met the Jedi in 25 BBY, 3 years before the start of the clone wars. Their freighter and other ships in their growing trade fleet had been hijacked by pirates. Sending out a distress signal, a Jedi Master and her padawan came to save them. Jonas was amazed by their power and their laser swords (Or lightsabers, as he found out later). As the war approached, business ramped up, but so did the danger.

The Clone Wars was a time of prosperity and peril for Jonas and his father. They carried all kinds of cargo and goods through the galaxy and the danger of wartime made sure they were paid double. But it wasn't just the separatists they had to worry about. Pirates and specifically Hondo's Infamous Pirate fleet. And while most of their trading was done on the inner rim and core worlds, occasionally they had to make a trip to the outer rim. But everything changed when the Jedi were labeled as traitors by the Chancellor and hunted to extinction. Now it wasn't the pirates that were the problem, it was the growing restrictions and regulations. The republic changed to the empire, freedom to oppression. Jonas's father was an idealist and when he heard rumors about rebel cells, he sought them out. And so, they began supplying rebels all over the galaxy, getting paid for their supplies while also making their standard routes, they made the best of the new galaxy. But it didn't last.

In 17 BBY, Jonas was 19. His father's trade business had become a fleet, with more than 30 freighters working for him. His own small freighter had been replaced with a large cargo vessel with just over 100 workers on it, including Jonas as second in command. But The Empire found out about their dealings with rebels cells and they attacked. They boarded the ship, stormtroopers gunning down employees left and right. Jonas and his father made it down to the escape pods, none had been jettisoned. No one else had made it. They prepared a pod for deployment, but they were too slow. The troopers burst in, gunning down Jonas's father. On his fall, his father hit the launch button, sending Jonas into space. He drifted for a few days, miserable, before crash landing on a planet called Tatooine. There is where he met R3-D6 or as he nicknamed him after he bought him. He worked on tatooine for a year before he had enough to buy a trip to Alderaan on a freighter called the Star-Skipper. Halfway through the flight, he learned that his pilot was one of the pirates that hijacked their ship years ago. After a brief fight, Jonas threw the pirate out of the airlock and claimed the ship for himself, which he imagined had been stolen anyway. After that he took on the occupation of smuggling, traveling the galaxy selling and transporting illegal cargo.

Jonas ended up in 3030 on business, as always, but he would soon find he would be staying loner than anticipated....

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Name - DL-058
Nicknames "Del" and "Kell" (the later being his mercenary name.)
Species - Human (Clone)
Gender - Male
Age - 23 (has the body of a 46 year old)
Occupation - Mercenary - Most recent contract with Pure Hand Syndicate

Appearance -

Hider

Apparel - Katarn-class commando armor

He typically is not seen much outside of his apartment with out his armor on, when he is though he will typically wear a brown mechanic jumpsuit.

Weapons - DC-17m Interchangeable Weapon Systems, 2 DC-15s side arm blasters, LJ-50 Concussion Rifle (Trandoshian make), Knuckle plate vibro blades, 3 EMP grenades, 2 Bore bangs.
Equipment - Backpack: Bacta spray, Datapad, Several days rations, DC-17m weapon attachments, 20 Ft. of thin metal cord, Tools for maintenance of weapons.
On body: Extra ammo, Modified magnetic commando boots.

Skills - DL-058, as he was known in his past life, has participated in many actions both covert and overt in his relatively short life. His skills were best utilized however off the front lines and deep in enemy territory conducting sabotage on hostile factories and guerrilla style fighting in unknown territory. While his time in the brutish underworld of 3030 has forced him to retool to include assassinations and asset to his list of skills he has still found a market for his particularly military approach to subterfuge.
Flaws -

• Del has begun to grow old much like the rest of his clone brothers, due to the accelerated aging which saw him in the body of a 20 year old at the age of 10. While it hasn't affected his ability to shoot or think yet he has been having problems with any hand-to-hand combat lately.
• Del is a sad soul who has been left to stew with his own sins for the past 10 years since his second squad was killed at the hands of the gangs of the underworld. He has found himself breaking down into tears whenever he thinks about his brothers, thus he has been trying to keep his mind and hands busy.
• Most of his equipment is a patchwork of replacements and homemade improvements. While all clone weaponry and armor was made the same more or less he's been struggling to find parts to fix his unique weapons and armor. He is unsure how much longer he will be able to string out the aging equipment.
• Del has refused to get close to anyone since the death of his squad, even if he feels he's starting to get attached to his landlord he will move. This deep fear of companionship has caused him issues when working with other mercenaries on occasion. From what he's guessed however other clones will start to age out of service and may begin to end up in the seedy underworld, this terrifies Del.

Personality - Del could be described as a sad old man by some standards, however it is not without good reason. He is rather solemn and only speaks when is really necessary, the most anyone working with him will hear him talk is during the planning stages of any contract or action. When he's working it helps him forget where he is and who he now is, this is a feeling he longs for every day of his life. When he is doing his job however he returns to a demeanor like when he was still with the Grand Army of the Republic, this does not mean however he holds the same moral code as he did then.
Goals - Survive, he also hopes he will die in combat before he is no longer able to fight. The prospect of no longer being able to defend himself is a grim one for Del. He also secretly wishes for something to believe in again, his life currently feels devoid of meaning to him.

Backstory - Like all clones created for the Grand Army of the Republic Del began his life on Kamino. There he was given extensive flash-learning and training. However, he along with several thousand other clones were picked out masses for a special purpose. They were to be trained by the Cuy'val Dar, a group of Mandolorian bounty hunters called to the world by the bounty hunter Jango Fett to train commandos. While not quite as independent as their earlier brothers, also known as the ARC classes of commandos, they would be given much more intense training by these professional mercenaries. Del's "pod" or squad was just one of the 26 different groups under the command of Rav Bralor. While they were run hard compared to some of the other commando unit's the primary trait they picked up from their trainer was an intense sense of family among the pod's and especially within them.

Like many other clones in the commando groups though his pod was not able to say goodbye to their Mandolorian handler before being shipped off to Geonosis. Del's squad was given the designation "Green Squad" and handed over to Jedi knight Guncur Elstsab to act as his personal guard. Due to the vast deployment of Jedi and clones to the planet Guncur decided it best to ignore the front lines and go after one of the many core ships attempting to leave the battle on the world. While the secondary goal was to destroy the craft the primary was to retrieve the schematics of an experimental B2 battledroid entering it's first production run on the ship. The ships defenses provided a strong resistance to the commando's and the knight however they were successful in their mission. The clones however did take a causality when one of the first of these new droids ambushed the group near the control room. The Jedi took pity on the clones for their loss and elected to keep the group with him after the infiltration of the Core ship. While they engaged in several more subterfuge operations during the battle they incurred no new casualties in these more minor operations.

Many more operations similar to their first one were conducted for close to a year and a half with their most notable engagements being on Christophsis where the squad and their jedi companion were tasked with destroying a captured anti orbital canon on the surface of the planet. Their mission had them first move across the top floors of multiple massive buildings and then move from building to building via cables to flank the separatist position and destroy the canon so that the sepratists did not get retreating shots off on the incoming Republic fleet. This ended in the death of yet another squad member however when they were forced to abandon a collapsing building via LAAT/i. The most crushing blow came later during the battle of Mygeeto. Tasked with the elimination or capture of a recently turned Jedi the ragged but now battle hardened Green squad accepted the mission. After an initial bout with separatist forces and smashing their position at a former embassy the clones and the Jedi slipped into the area the dark Jedi had last been spotted. The dark Jedi had set up an ambush for them using several crab droids and his own lightsaber prowess. While the two Jedi fought the clone squad went to work on the crab droids. The fight lasted a near solid 20 minutes before one of the commando's was mortally wounded by one of the crab droids but Del and his brother continued on with the mission. They finished off the droids before moving in to help Jedi. Del elected to set up a sniper position while his brother went to assist the jedi in more close range combat. But just as Del found a elevated position to get a shot on the rogue Jedi more B1 droids showed up. While Del was occupied with the droids His last remaining clone brother took a deep cross cut to his chest trying to assist in the duel with dual light saber wielding Jedi.

Del after having once again finished up with droids he turned back to find his final clone brother dead and the Jedi knight run through with a light saber by the dark Jedi. Del swapped quickly back to his sniper set up and shot the occupied and gloating dark Jedi. Del waited four days with the bodies of his comrades before Republic forces showed up. He had fought several dozen more attacks by droids in that time and was forced to scavenge what he could from his dead allies. After being given an irregularly long leave Del was reassigned to another squad, though he was lucky in that this squad was all with commandos trained by Rav Bralor. This made transitioning to a new squad easier as they all had those same ideas of family among the squad given to them by the Mandolorian. They frequently speculated however that they were among the last few commandos trained by her, seeing as her company had a 50% death rate during the First battle of Genosis. Regardless Del was able to put the past behind him while this group was in operation.

The group fought together for the latter half of the clone wars efficiently and were quick to take on new doctrine to fight the similarly adapting separatist army. This meant they did not lose a single man for the rest of the war. When the separatists invaded Coruscant at the end of the war the commando unit which was now called "Sicaro" squad, recalled to the planet for defense. Unfortunately, when they got there the fleet had already been defeated and the squad was tasked with ground side clean-up. The squad was kept on world to move and efficiently deal with any droids that cropped up inside of the crashed separatist ships on the planet. They saw little action in the closing days of the clone wars though as there was a build up of commando units and of the 501st legion on the planet, thus making missions scarce for everyone due to the large number of units to spread them out to. The reason for this build up became clear to them soon though.

Order 66 was given by the chancellor, this news stunned Del having worked with a Jedi for so long so closely before protested the order initially. This did not last long though as his squad convinced him that it was not their place to question orders. Disillusioned by this Del went along with his squad as they were deployed down into the underbelly of the city world to deal with a well known Jedi on the level. As they entered the level they were quickly informed of where the Jedi was suspected to be. It was highly likely that the jedi would try to escape the level and reach the temple so they rushed to a car port that they were given reason to believe he would use. When they arrived there the Jedi hailed them to pick him up. It became apparent to them that he did not know yet. The LAAT gunship opened fire on the Jedi instantly vaporizing him and destroying the car port. After having the clones rappel to confirm the kill they found part of the Jedi's lightsaber on the ground. Del was thankful that he didn't have to actually kill the Jedi but he was also questioning why they were even sent down there. As the gunship moved to pick them up a missile was fired at the craft and destroyed it. The clones figured it was a gang thinking that they were invading their territory but Del never got a chance to find out. Their communications devices did not work that deep into the planet so the squad had devise a way out as the full force of some gang began to bear down on them.

The problem became however was that the gangs had surrounded them and were throwing about as many men at them as the separatists did. They were pinned down and unable to move. With no hope of escaping the clones decided their only way out was to blow through the ground into the sewer system below them. The prime problem being that they would have to leave cover to actually plant the explosive in the right place. The group decided that Del would stay in cover to try and give them enough time to plant the explosives. While he did his best their demolitions expert was mortally wounded while planting the bomb the other two clones retreated back to cover with Del while the wounded clone stayed behind to detonate the explosive. When the explosive went off it blew a hole into the sewer as expected but it had another unintended consequence. Since the buildings in 3030 were of questionable build the street began collapsing in towards the hole. The squad then made a bee line for the escape route as the building collapsed in on them. Del was the only one to ever come out of the sewer. Del even back tracked to the place topside and when he arrived he found nothing but a cleaning crew and gang members guarding the area. Del made it his mission for the next month to see if he could track down his clone brothers. He never found anything more than a helmet of one of his squad mates, he later heard that they pulled bodies from the wreckage, never clones. It was at this point aswell that he realized the Republic had forgotten about him. He even stayed near the area where the gunship went down. Months went by, nothing.

It was then Del questioned if he even wanted to go back top side. Was the Republic still even the Republic as he knew it? The last order he was given after all was to kill the very generals he had been working closely with for 3 years. He made the decision that he didn't want to go back, there was nothing left up there that he wanted. Realizing that he would need credits to survive he turned to the only thing he knew, violence. He realized that he was becoming what Rav Bralor had always been, a mercenary.

It's been 10 years since all of that, to Del it feels like another lifetime. His most regular employer has become the Pure Hand Syndicate recently. While he isn't a "pure" human so to speak the Pure Hand had come to tolerate him, besides they needed his talents. While he personally didn't care much for the ideology it paid good, he couldn't ask for much more.

[Sep]

Name - Mar of the clan Den.
Species - Human (Mandalorian)
Gender - Male
Age - 35
Occupation - Bounty Hunter

Appearance -

face

Apparel - As above, below his armour he typically wears a black flightsuit. As to keep him warm and well insulated. Will post up any clothing differences as and when they happen.
Weapons - 1x Westar-M5 Blaster Rifle, 2x Westar-35 Blaster Pistols, 1x Electro-whip, Various Explosives
Equipment - Beskar Mandalorian Helmet complete with HUD and air purification system, Jetpack and a ascension cable mounted in his right wrist while his left wrist packs three small tranquilizer darts. He carrys no other equipment.
Skills -

• Mandalorian Raised - Being raised by True Mandalorians he has been through the verd'goten. As such he is a well trained hunter and combatant. More so than your average grunt.
• Hunter - While he was raised as a fighter he has become an excellent hunter. He has become proficient at tracking down targets in all kinds of terrain, and even between systems if he has too. Though he tries to prevent it from coming to that. Then once he has sight on his target he's well versed in using the terrain to his own advantage and turning it against his opponent.
• Blaster Combat - As mentioned above (But I'll cover here in more detail) he has been trained in many forms of combat. While some of these are forgotten skills that he cannot draw from blaster combat remains a well honed skill. He considers himself an excellent shot at mid/close range.
• Melee Combat - Like almost everyone who has gotten involved in the Galactic Underworld he can defend himself with his fists or whatever impromptu weapon finds it's way into his hands. However his signature weapon is his electro-whip. A rare weapon to see outside of slave markets he has trained with it for years making him an expert in it's use.

Flaws -

• Code of Honour - Like most Mandalorians who follow the Resol'nare he follows a strict code of honour. In the underworld where the job may require you to get dirty this can be an issue.
• Long Range - He can shoot a blaster and hit his mark, but anything that requires a scope is quite often out of his comfort zone.
• Technologically inept - He can repair his weapons and armour to keep them going. Anything other than that is out of his league.

Personality - Outward to those he doesn't know, doesn't trust he speaks plainly and with a tone of disinterest. When confronted he treats it more as an inconvenience than a problem which adds to the level of intimidation the armour typically holds over most lowlifes. To those he knows, and those he counts as kin he is warm hearted and loyal, boisterous and joyful.

Tanya will often joke that when he puts the helmet on he loses all the winning aspects of his personality, Mar is quite willing to agree.
Goals - He's in 3030 to give Tanya some closure, and pick up whatever money he can while he's doing it. As soon as that's done he'll be ready to head back to his ship and get the hell off the cesspit that is Coruscant.

That said, he'll stay as long as Tanya needs him. There is a duty of care after all.

Backstory -

Mar was born before the war, while the majority of Mandalore turned to pacifist ways and became what was known as the "New Mandalorians" the Den clan was one of the few that still clung to the old ways, as such their little homestead in the mountains upon Mandalore became very isolated against the rest of the planet and the Galaxy. However they weren't the only clan that decided to stick to the old ways and as such the clans all managed to stay somewhat self sufficient, time marched on as it waited for no man.

He became a man at the age of 13 like all Mandalorians, passing the rite. He was given a weapon, and his first drink. Though this was when he decided that this was not the life he wished to live among the stars. He cared for his family, for his clan, immensely but at the same time he felt that something in his life was missing. So he pitched his desire to leave to the heads of his clan. They agreed that he could leave, though he was a man now and if he wished to leave he would need to forge his own path. Wearing his armour, and the helmet made of the now rare beskar he went on foot, to the nearest city.

It was a long journey, literally taking two years across land. He was given opportunities to gain transportation however he felt that to do so would dishonour his clan. They had told him to do this himself, and that it was something he had to do. So he would do it, and nothing could stand in his way. On occasion hunger or thirst would set in, but he would not let his own body defeat him and so, at fifteen years of age and with hair and a beard far too long he made his escape from Mandalore. Which was when he decided that he would never let his hair or beard grow again.

These years he doesn't like to discuss. It's when he became a hunter, while at first he hunted rare game for credits eventually those skills were transposed onto sentient beings. Some of the choices he made during these years still haunt him, however he chooses to let those choices remain in the past. As, while the Clone Wars never truly affected him in the outer rim (People still wanted other people killed or capture, war or no war) the final day of the Clone Wars would change his life forever.

-See combined history below-

Name - Tanya of the Clan Den (As she liked to claim)
Species - Human (Unknown)
Gender - Female
Age - 17
Occupation - Mechanic/Slicer (Present), Jedi Padawan (Past)

Appearance -

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Apparel - As above.
Weapons - 1x Lightsaber (Rarely leaves the confines of the ship), 1x Westar 34 blaster pistol
Equipment - Nothing other than her communicator.

Skills -

• Jedi Padawan(Barely) - Her first five years she spent in the Jedi Temple. While she is no expert in the use of the Force she's better at using it than someone who has no training. Though for years she has decided to tune it out, after all. Being a Jedi gets you killed in the Empire.
• Mechanic/Slicer - She spent a gruesome year in 3030 in her childhood. The only way to survive was to be useful, luckily she found work aiding an elderly mechanic before the gangs got to her.
• Blaster Training - She can hold a blaster, and aim it better than someone who has had no training. That said she wouldn't be much use in a firefight.

Flaws -

• Hunted - She has the burden of knowing of the Force, and having access to it in a time where to do so would cause the greatest powerhouse in the Galaxy to come crashing down after her.
• Naive - The flaw of being young.
• Nightmares - She witnessed the entire Jedi Order being wiped out, spent a grueling year in the Coruscant Underworld as a child. This takes it's toll.

Personality -
Goals - Tanya wants to search for the truth in the rumours that the Hutts on level 3030 have a force sensitive working with them and if it is true find out if they too were a Jedi. The main reason being for closure, maybe there are others like her?

That said she has grown immensely attached to Mar, seeing him as a father figure. While she feels she needs to do this she also wants to make him proud, hopefully proud enough to one day put her through the rite of passage to become a true Mandalorian.

Backstory - Tanya doesn't remember her parents, being raised by the Jedi from a very young age. Though what she does know is she has always had a natural affinity for machines. Throughout her time as an Initiate within the Jedi Temple she struggled with the finer subtleties of the Force until one wizened Jedi Knight described it to her as like a giant machine. From that moment on she managed to actually progress in her studies to a suitable degree that it looked as if she would be able to attain the rank of Padawan and one day become a Jedi Knight!

Though this all changed the year before she was to sit her trials. Though as a four year old she never truly grasped the concept the Galaxy was engulfed in war, the likes of which had not been seen for thousands of years. The Jedi very much took the centre stage of this conflict, with a former member leading the opposing faction and they themselves becoming Generals to lead an army of Clones against the Separatist threat.

Soon her former dreams of being a mighty Jedi stopping crime across the galaxy shifted, as it did for all the other initiates. She dreamed of leading Forces on the battlefield to glorious victory against the evil Separatists! So when she passed her trials and was chosen to be a Padawan to an elderly Wookie Jedi named Worror she wondered what lay in her future.

The answer sweat and grime. The Jedi were some of the few authority figures to have power, and be seen in the undercity of Coruscant. Worror was especially intimidating and well known. With the thought that the war would remove all Jedi presence in what was potentially a cesspool of Separatist weapons and sympathizers some of the older Jedi not capable to lead battalions into battle instead turned their attention deeper into the planet.

They truly were disgusting years, she spent her time fixing mechanical faults. While there were large gang presences many wouldn't fire as soon as a lightsaber was ignited. Though sadly she would only receive two years under his care. Operation Knightfall fell upon the night of her seventh birthday (Not that there was a party or gifts or anything). Her master told her to wait in the hotel room when they felt the disturbance in the Force, that he'd be back once he found out what it was.

He never came back.

She stayed in the hotel room for as long as possible, until the owner literally had her kicked out under threat of her being put to work. A street urchin for a time, she had no choice but to look for work being nearer to the "southern" end of the sector lest she be made into a slave. Though that was the good alternative, for days before she had seen the broadcast. Heard the news of the Jedi being wiped out by the Republic, and then the subsequent offer of reward for those that handed in any stray Jedi. She couldn't take that risk.

She luckily found work working for an old mechanic, it was a relatively quite and peaceful experience compared to the life of most on 3030. No-one really bothered her, she didn't bother anyone. She rarely left the shop, even going as far as sleeping in it. Though once again, her life would be turned upside down.

The Stars had been expanding their territory, the old mechanics shop was just in the ideal spot for a brand new bar, when asked to sell it he had refused. This shop had been in his family for generations, and would continue to be in his family for generations to come! He was nothing but not stubborn.

Combined history

This was when the somewhat famed crew of the Nightfury came together. It was a good thing too, while Mar had won a Consular Class Cruiser in a game of Sabacc (He didn't even bother to ask where it came from) he was down on a mechanic. Though that wasn't why he was down on 3030, he was hunting down an ex-member of the Black Sun who was apparently hiding out in 3030 as a member of the Blackened Stars. Apparently the guy liked the colour black, or so the indications were.

He finally tracked him down, he was doing grunt work out in the expanding territory of the Stars. Obviously he didn't join the Stars for a sense of community, likely just missed the thrill of beating defenseless people to a pulp. He turned up in time just to see the old man get shot. Then his target pulled a young girl from the building. She couldn't be any older than, well she wasn't very old. He could have tried to take his shot from afar, but the Black Sun wanted to make an example of this guy. That meant it was going to get up close and personal.

Shouting them down a fight ensued, two gunmen fell and his target remained pulling the gun on the girls head. What happened next surprised them both equally. The girl pushed her hands towards the gun and the gun went flying out of his hands, she then jabbed him and rolled away when his grip released. Before anything else could happen Mar grabbed the handle of his whip, hitting the button the electrify it and wrapped it around his prey. I guess you can say the rest is history.

Tanya, in a spur of gratitude thanked the man that saved her life. Though she now had nowhere to go, she wouldn't possibly be safe alone in 3030. No-one else would take her in especially now. Mar feeling an unusual sense of duty offered her his protection, and training. He knew who the Jedi were, what they had apparently done. He also knew what they had done to the Mandalorians in the past, but this little girl had committed none of these crimes. She was alone in the Galaxy and, relatively, helpless. He wouldn't stand for that.

He took her with her, originally planning to drop her off with his kin back on Mandalore. Though it was safe to say that the two bonded. When leaving Mandalore after he had said his goodbye she somehow managed to sneak back aboard. Not letting him leave without her, and that was the start of everything.

She more or less left her Jedi life behind, Mar never asked about it and she never spoke about it. Instead she spent most of her time honing her other skills, such as working on the ship fulfilling it's many mechanical needs. Though that's not all she's been training, he took his care of her as her "Rebirth" it was essentially a new life. As such from then he has been training her in the ways that his father taught him, and that fathers within all the more traditional Mandalorian clans teach their children. On the promise that on her 20th Birthday she would truly become a Mandalorian adult, and a member of the clan.

The past ten years, he's done more good deeds than he would usually do. While he usually worked to bring back his target alive he didn't care who he brought (So long as they weren't innocents) back to his employers so long as it was the target. Tanyas influence made him take less and less of these contracts, working mainly against criminals and the like. Even going so far as doing a couple of free jobs. It always filled Mar with a certain warmth, perhaps the one that parents feel, knowing tht despite all she had been through. She was still a good person at heart, though something always held her back. The Jedi, they couldn't have possibly been all wiped out, could they? It was always at the back of her mind until one day they heard the rumour that a member of the Hutt Cartel on Coruscant had a force user in his employ.

Now few remembered the Jedi thanks to the Emperors purging of all word of them, but Tanya remembered the night the Jedi fell and if a Jedi were to go into hiding on Coruscant, level 3030 would be the place to do it. How they had kept this rumour from having the Empire investigate the level was beyond her but she had to go. Mar agreed reluctantly, which is why as of now their ship is berthed in the closest possible port to 3030 and they're in a speeder working their way down...

[Kingfisher]

Jezzy

Jezariyah Khez

Race

Near-human Human/Zeltron hybrid.

Gender

Female

Age

19.

Occupation

Bounty Hunter/Hired Gun.

Appearance

A short, full-figured young woman, Jezariyah falls firmly on the latter side of chubby, possessing a noticeably soft form. She has long auburn hair, with a neatly trimmed full-fringe, and slender maroon eyes. Jezariyah has a oval-shaped face, and the beginnings of a double-chin. Her skin has a slight pinkish red hue to it, hinting at her Zeltron heritidge.

Apparel

Jezzariyah wears a loose fitting metallic silver top, underneath a studded black jacket, with a fluffy hood sewn on for warmth. She has a pair of dark red leggings and sturdy combat boots, with spiked bracelets woven around her firm wrists. Her right nostril is pierced by a polished stud, and a similar two studs run beneath her eyelashes.

Weapons

Jezzariyah wields a cold war era S-405 Fusion Sharpshooter, and has an RX-7 repeating blaster pistol holstered around her thigh. She has a Vibromachete fastened to her back, with an ornate hilt and serrated edges.

Equipment

When hunting, Jezzariyah garbs herself in a set of lightweight battle armour, painted black with a single, over-sized, shoulderpad on the left side. Her helmet has a thin slit for vision, and a jagged domed roof.

Skills

Expertly resourceful for her age, Jezzariyah is skilled with the weapons and equipment she utilizes. Whilst not a master of combat, the young woman has the sense to learn her enemies’ strengths and weaknesses, and to plan her strategies around the terrain. Her Zeltron blood imbues her with a distilled version of the pink-skinned humanoids pheromones, making her appear more charming and alluring to the world around her than she otherwise would have.

Flaws

Jezzariyah has few social connections to speak of, and is prone to awkward moody outbursts. He dry, sarcastic wit is often lost on others, and she’s not in the best physical shape.


Personality

Despite her seemingly unassuming exterior, Jezzariyah is a cold and ruthless killer. She’s no sadist, but has few qualms about taking the life of another. She’s smart, sassy, sarcastic, and generally hard to control. She carries out her missions with absolute dedication, up until the point a better offer comes along.

Goals

Become rich and infamous.

Backstory

Jezariyah grew up on a small, crime-ridden space station orbiting Zeltros. Her parents were abusive and quarrelsome, and the broken family held nothing but disdain for one another. The young woman grew up tough and mean, untrusting of those around her.

When she was 12 she snuck aboard a shuttle which she believed to be taking her to Zeltros, but was infact set for Coruscant.

Stranded and alone in the slums of 3030, Jezariyah had to utilize all of her skills just to make it from one day to the next. The next few years were spent, thieving, pickpocketing, whoring herself out, and taking whatever jobs she could for the various crime syndicates.

Jezariyah became numb to the world around her, feeling as though she had been forsaken by life itself.

Over time she slowly eased herself in to bounty hunting work, taking low paying jobs from loan sharks and two bit slum lords. When it became clear that she had an efficiency for Bounty Hunting, Jezariyah fully committed herself to the job, and hasn’t looked back since.

[frapet]

Krenn Prong

Name:Krenn Prong
Race:Besalisk
Age:32
Occupation: Smuggler

Appearance: Of a regular build for a Besalisk. Krenn has the trademark scaley, darkbrown forehead, but instead of the normal beige skin underneath it, he grows a bushy stubble flowing over into a beard and the 'normal' walrus moustache. Though his size and eyebrows can be found intimidating or grumpy looking, he usually wears a friendly expression, smiling away or talking and laughing with a bouldering voice. A voice that has somewhat of an edge through years of cigar smoking. Unlike stereotypes demand his girth is no sign of physical neglection. The perceived 'Fatness' is mostly due to the species very cold home planet of Ojom, where a good insulating layer can mean the difference between life and death.

Apperel:
Krenn Prong seems grown into a 4-holed wife-beater shirt that used to be white. It is set with a number of pockets over the front out of which rags, cigars and an array of other stuff might protrude. Under it he has a similarly pocketed blue set of working pants. Over it all he wears a long, brown leather trenchcoat for the covert storage of a few more items in its numerous inner pockets. Oddly enough the trenchcoat only has 2 sleeves through which Krenn has his upper arms. Rendering the bottom arms either 'hidden' (though it gives him a bit of an odd shape), or the coat being pulled back behind the lower arms. The coat sleeves are neigh always rolled up to bare his forearms.

On his belt he has a set of heavy blasters, one for each hip.
Under his coat, at the backside of his belt he has two stun batons, nigh always hidden, but retrievable fast.

Weapons:
-A set (2) of heavy blaster pistols with filed away trigger guard to accomodate his large fingers.
-A second set (2) of blaster pistols that he conceals in his coat
-Two stun batons.

Equipment:
-A datapad
-A comm-link
-Cigars, of the thick variant.
-A gazillion packages of matches in various states of fullness (or emptyness if you are a pessimist).
-A pocket knife.
-Chance Cubes
-A canteen of whatever strong liquor was at hand in the last port.

Skills:
-A reasonable shot, though quantity has always been a bigger advantage than quality for Krenn.
-Fairly fast quickdrawer, 4 arms to follow can make it a bit of a magic trick sometimes
-Extra arms!
-Amiable to various degrees, mostly dependent on alcahol intake.
-Considerable knowledge of mechanics.
-Good pilot.
-Enjoys a brawl.

Flaws:
-Though he plays with the edges of criminal life as a smuggler Krenn is not a bad ass. He lacks the calculating pragmatism for it, and that might break him up in 3030.
-Preffers a drink or three.
-Enjoys a brawl.
-Can carry grudges.
-Is often oferconfident and fearless, in a bad way.
-Poor gambler.

Personality:Like most Besalisks Krenn Prong is prone to trust his fellow sentients. He is often friendly, outgoing and looking for new experiences. He can be considered rude for he has a tendency to cut conversations that bore him short. That combined with the Besalisk attention span is a bad mix, but prolonged exposure to other cultures have thought him other ways of keeping busy: fidgetting, huming, drumming fingers or simply resorting to deep phylosophical contemplations in the own mind. He thrives in 'tense' situations, though he would more likely label them as exciting. This also is one of his bigger flaws, as he has a tendency to choose for the more dangerous options. That being said, he is not one that brags about his exploits, and can be considered quite modest. On the other hand he is also loose lipped when asked the right questions or when rubbed the right way. He quickly forms friendships and that is both an advantage and a disadvantage. Krenn will usually expect the best in peoples, rendering him to be hard to insult or irritate subtly. Doing so overtly however will result in quite the ire, for he has little patience for acts of pure malice.

Goals: Currently delivering the spice and making it out alive, though on a grander scale he has a will to see the galaxy untill that bores him.

Backstory:

Growing up on the icy planet of Ojom, Krenn had a cold, but happy childhood. Born to Pom Prong and Karalam Prong-Sojol and raised in one of the more densely populated conclaves (one with heating!). His parents weren't wealthy but were able to provide. His father worked in a mineral mine and his mother worked at spaceport reception, Krenn always liked going with his parents to work, especially all the races and cultures at his mothers work intrigued him. He was groomed to become a technician like his uncle Dalaam on one of the space many space stations orbiting the planet (the only way outsiders could be anything near comfortable 'on' the planet, due to the cold). It was a job in which some good money could be made and his parents had always saved up for his education. So Krenn did his best, he genuinly enjoyed engineering and though not a prodigy, he was getting good grades.
And so, after his teens he went to work with the same employer as Dalaam. He was a content employee for the while repairing spaceships, cargo droids and other freighting infrastructure systems. He started to get independent, his own home, his own money and soon the first trip to one of the nearby systems followed. It was a time marked by the pleasures of working life, pazaak games with friends, bar brawls, hunting trips in the ice wastes of Ojom and the like. It all couldn't help that Krenn soon got bored of the repetitiveness of the job (A Besalisk racial trait). Though he had visited some places of the galaxy on hollidays or working trips, at age 24 Krenn decided to go work on one of the freighters that frequented his station. Hauling cargo for a peaceful and law abiding company that delivered the materials for heating devices.

Working an alround job as a technician/engineer and also pulling his weight on the unloading of the ship was some variation. But it only kept his interest for a good 3 years. Thus it was that at age 27 Krenn said his farewells to the crew and sought a more ‘exotic’ freighting job. Making use of the infrastructure he got knowledge of as a lawfull freighter crewmember, and his numerous bar visits in those spaceports. He found a less than peaceful and law abiding captain, called Halon Darun (a Dug) who made a few extra credits by adding a few goods to his cargo here and there. Krenn had heard his crew of "the Baron" boasting a few times over drinks in several of the spaceports they all frequented and when one of the boasts included a crew death he figured he might fill the spot. Captain Darun was sceptical at first, seeing as the rest of his crew were on the rough side, but he gave Krenn the benefit of the doubt, seeing that he was in need of a good engineer. Krenn got to see the more and more of the galaxy under this captain but this did not go without a few… ‘situations’ here and there.

Ranging from bar brawls, buyer shoutouts and spaceworm escapes Krenn was getting a taste of the life he was looking for, and living to tell the tale aswell! due to it Krenn Turned out to be an increasingly better shot and a capable brawler. Above all, he liked both, and so he nourished the skills over the years.

This time it was not Krenn who wanted a new job but the sudden end to his employers live that prompted Krenn into action. A deal on Kalee went sour. A weapon shipment, usually something they wouldnt take, but the payout promised to be quite handsome. What they didn't know was that the Kaleesh intended to pay in slaves. Captain Darun would not have it and negotiations turned into a brutal shootout in the cargo bay. The first casualty was Darun, a second and third were made under the crew of the Baron. Krenn and the remaining 3 crewmembers managed to retreat towards the ship under the cover of the ships cannons. They had to fly off with a half-unloaded cargo, half a crew and no captain. The captain was the adhesive and so bickering and blame became a wedge driving the remaining crew apart. The whole deal still bitters him, but a fresh start was made. With the credits saved up Krenn bought a freighter of his own to roam the galaxy with shipping mostly legal cargoes, with a bit extra on the side.
One such occasion now brings him to Coruscant, carrying a big load of legal foodwares, and a bit of spice on the side.

[HHShetland]

DJ D*Y*N*O

Name - Kinn-Dai-Shassna, better known as 'DJ D*Y*N*O' (it stands for 'Disparage Ya a New One'. He was, admittedly, stretching it a bit.)
Species - Tiss'Shar
Gender - Male
Age - 34
Occupation - Disc Jockey, Host of Radio 'Lectric 30, Electronic Musician, Swoop Bike Enthusiast, Ex-Swoop Gang Member.

Appearance - Facially, he looks a lot like this fellow:

...Except he has stripey patterns on him instead of spotty ones (plus, he tries to avoid looking that snarly). Unlike a lot of his kind, he seems to spend a disproportionate amount of his time leaning forward in true Dinosaur fashion. He has a normal amount of muscle for his kind... that is to say, a lot of muscle in his Theropodal legs, and rather lean everywhere else.

Apparel - Like most of his kind, he tends not to wear much in the way of clothes. His most substantial item of clothing is his signature vest, a fur-lined cool brown suede affair. Besides that, he also wears a pair of fingerless gloves and some leg warmers (yes, really), both of them black with red linings. On his eyes, he likes wearing strapless goggles with very shiny crimson lenses on them. Why? Don't ask him.
Weapons - He may not particularly like violence, but he's not stupid. He prefers Slugthrower weapons to Blasters, mostly out of familiarity. He owns an 8-Gauge Scatter Gun (which he tends to keep at his apartment/broadcasting cave) and an Adjudicator pistol (which he keeps on him). However, even without those, he hasn't lost touch with his bestial roots; he can still rip and tear with the best of 'em.
Equipment - He owns two Synthtone Boards; one at home to make his own music with, and the other being a smaller, portable version which he takes to the various events he's paid to be at. He rides about the place on his custom Swoop Bike, a modified MobQuet Overracer, which is painted white with bright Crimson stripes that match his own stripes on it.

Skills - Well, as far as music-making and DJing go, he's one of the better ones in 3030; technically, anyway. Whether you like the sort of stuff he makes or not is down to opinion :V. He specialises in Electronic music, a genre which he feels is especially underexplored in the modern age of constantly revisiting the same tired old Jatz records (not that he has anything against Jatz; he even has his own Kloo Horn!) He's also quite precise when speeding about at breakneck speeds on his Swoop... hell, his attention to detail in regards to not-crashing-and-burning probably translated quite well to DJing.

He also knows how to perform basic maintenance procedures on both his bike and his equipment, but his knowledge in this regard is quite specialised and doesn't translate well to other machines.

But that's not what you're interested in, is it? (:V) Yes, he can fire a gun. He knows to operate them, and can aim straight. He's certainly no special forces marksman, though, which is probably why he owns a Shotgun. As previously implied, his claws do come in handy for tricky situations. Not just combat ones, either.
Flaws - As previously implied (again), he's not particularly well-suited to straight-up combat. He's no badass.

Also, though he's quite good at hiding it while on the air, he's a very conflicted person. On the one hand, he absolutely hates, hates 3030 with every scale on his skin, but feels an obligation to continue living there because if he was gone then who else would be there to raise the spirits of all the other people less fortunate than him? This inner conflict often leads him to drink lots of cocktails and/or smoke suspect herbal substances in an effort to take his mind off it.

He also has difficulty trusting humans, and to a lesser extent, near-human aliens, owing primarily to his upbringing.

Personality - On air and at bars, he comes off as a very friendly and optimistic fellow who despises evil and injustice, but holds out hope that one day, things will change for the better, but until then he's there for the people to raise them out of their misery dumps without sacrificing proper awareness of the harsh realities of living in such a horrible place as 3030.

That's the persona he broadcasts to the rest of the world; the truth actually isn't that far from that, in practice. The main difference is that he's not so optimistic; he knows damn well that things won't change in his lifetime, especially with the Empire around, and if it does, then he certainly won't be the person to bring it. Sometimes he hates himself for this attitude, other times he just consoles himself with the knowledge that he's still alive and making music; what more could he ask for?

On air, he prefers to keep his cool almost 100% of the time; thus, if something pisses him off somehow, he's much more likely to just make some veiled snide remark about it. This goes double for anything having to do with the gangs, since he doesn't really want to piss them off, especially not Gorro since he's paying him protection money. Off the air, he's much more comfortable about exploding into rants about things he hates. The only exception to this rule seems to be the Pure Hand Syndicate, or human supremacists in general; whenever it gets brought up on the Radio, expect it and everyone who associates with it to get verbally savaged.

Also, he makes no attempt to hide his enthusiasm for Swoop Biking, both off and on the air. He'll scream about SPEEEEEEED if you let him. Not that kind of speed. :/
Goals - Raise the spirits of the downtrodden masses, stay alive, make music, pay off Gorro's protection money, clip claws at some point.

Backstory - Kinn-Dai-Shassna has pretty much spent his entire life in 3030; he never knew his parents, because his egg got stolen from them before he was born by an especially hungry man. Both fortunately and unfortunately, the egg was then stolen from him, only to be sold by a gang-affiliated sentient egg-trading ring. But then the ring was busted by a local all-alien Swoop gang, calling themselves the Electric Dinkos. The gang itself, while involved in criminal activity, was known in the area for also being highly protective of 3030's average citizens, especially aliens under threat from discrimination. The gang took it upon themselves to track down the Eggs' respective parents and return their children to them, but unfortunately it didn't work too well since it's pretty hard to identify lineage from the surface of an Egg.

Thus, some of their members, in particular one of their lieutenants, a huge Bothan called Eeaks Eetom, decided that they would instead raise the eventual hatchlings as their own, hopeful that they could instil within them the skills necessary for survival and virtue within such a horrible place. To this end, they literally set up their own orphanage, which they funded through their various criminal ventures.

Kinn-Dai-Shassna (most likely not his original name, but Eeaks was savvy enough to look up his race and that race's naming customs before he did the deed) felt out-of-place right from day one, thanks to his unusual body structure compared to his more humanoid peers. Nonetheless, he was treated rather well by his Swoop gangster parents, trained in basic gunplay, Swoop biking, Swoop maintenance, Swoop spotting... Swoop anything, really. However, Kinn always felt like he didn't belong in a Swoop gang, primarily because he didn't think of himself as a badass and tended to avoid getting into fights. When he was old enough, he preferred to ferry around gang members and lead them along Swoop routes rather than directly tackle with rival gangs.

He first got interested in music when Eeaks decided to show off his amateur Jatz skills, and Kinn, while impressed, asked him 'has anyone ever made something like that with machines?' Thus, Eeaks discovered that they did, but it wasn't especially popular. Kinn took a listen to some of this 'machine' music, and was mesmerised. Nothing had quite captivated his attention like that. Pretty soon, he found himself spending gang money on a Synthtone Board so he could make his own stuff. The music he basically improvised off-the-cuff caught the attention of his fellow gang members, who soon made him designated bar soundtrack-provider.

Eventually, Eeaks told him that, with skills like his, he didn't need to stick around on 3030; he could sell his talents all over the galaxy. Kinn actually took his advice to heart; waving farewell to the Electric Dinkos, he soon moved out of 3030 and spent the next eight years hopping across various worlds, where he offered his services as a DJ to anyone who would pay, and occasionally sell his records on the street since he didn't especially trust any of the Human-run record labels.

Eventually, though he had told himself he would never return to 3030, he returned anyway just so he could see his old gang buddies again. He wasn't planning on sticking around, but things changed when he learned that, in his absence, a group of Human Supremacists, spurred on by the recent formation of the repressive Empire, had burned down the orphanage that he grew up in and killed Eeaks Eetom. This enraged him enough that he seriously considered hunting them down and killing them all, but eventually decided against it, in spite of encouragement from his old Gang buddies, because it wouldn't accomplish anything but perpetuate the vicious cycle of violence.

It was this incident, though, that motivated him to stay in 3030 and set up his own radio station, Radio 'Lectric 30 (named in honour of the 'Electric' passion for justice held by many Aliens, but kept bottled up in the wake of human domination). His mission from then on was not only to make a buck, but also to make life halfway bearable for 3030's citizens, if only by figuratively keeping them company on lonely nights.

The station is currently headquartered in his apartment, which is, itself, located above a diner run by a very sarcastic middle-aged Mrlssti lady called Teema, who is known to occasionally fill in for Kinn on the radio whenever he's occupied elsewhere (she also hates Humans, to the degree that she only serves them begrudgingly). Both he and Teema have to pay protection money for Gorro the Hutt, as they run their business quite deep in Gorro's territory.

[SuperTacticalDerp]

Name - Varkos'o Servin
Species - Human
Gender - Male
Age - Forty-one
Occupation - Former-Jedi Knight, Homeless Vigilante
Appearance -

Hider

Apparel - Brown Jedi robes, Jedi utility belt, and light armor. He hasn't washed their clothes in years, but they still suit him well.
Weapons - Lightsaber
Equipment - Fibercord grappling hook, lightsaber repair kit.

Skills -
Jedi Knight: Though he never reached the rank of Jedi Master, his mastery of the Jedi arts would fool most into thinking he was. Skills he acquired during his time in the order include hand-to-hand combat, acrobatics, and using The Force and his lightsaber as efficiently as possible.

Force Mastery: The Force comes to Varkos'o like breathing. His abilities range from physically moving objects or people using nothing but his mind, manipulating the thoughts of other with simple phrasing, and expanding his limits to unthinkable extremes. The sky is barely the limit when it comes to what he could achieve with some concentration.

Lightsaber Training: Varkos'o's saber is an extension of himself, the master-crafted tool of his order. In the battlefield he can either use his enemy's blaster fire for his own advantage, or swoop right in and end any foe who dares cross him. Very few tempt battle with those who wield lightsabers, but those who choose to fight Varkos'o learn their lesson quickly.

Flaws -

Enemy of The Empire: As a former-Jedi, Varkos'o is constantly in danger of being found by the Empire and hunted down like the rest of his order. Keeping his past secret is paramount, but sometimes he must reveal himself for what he is to keep the piece in a dark world. Varkos'o is unsure of what his plan of escape would be if he was found, but dying in a blaze of glory has always sounded like a fair way to end it all.

Life of a Vagrant: Varkos'o lives on the very dark alleys and walkways of 3030. Food and clean water are scarce and don't come by cheaply. Malnutrition has slowly began to take it's toll on Varkos'o's mind and body, possibly affecting his strength and his connection to The Force. The threat of being assault or possibly killed increase as he sleeps in the streets, calling no true place home.

Personality -

To most that pass him by on the streets, Varkos'o seems friendly and normal enough to to sit down and have a good conversation with. Failures from his past dread upon his mind constantly, but he never lets darkness overcome him. Varkos'o was never very social in The Order, usually keeping to his studies or honing his skills to perfection. Most write him off as a nobody when they first meet the dirtied Jedi, but he usually finds a soft spot in most.

Goals - Redemption for failing the Jedi. Long ago, as an Empire rose and a Republic died, Varkos'o was at the Jedi Temple when the traitor Skywalker and his clones slaughtered everyone. Masters, Knights, and even youngling padawans fell to Skywalker's blade and he couldn't do anything to stop them. With no one left, Varkos'o doesn't know if he can ever redeem his failures...but he'll die trying.

Backstory - Varkos'o Servin never knew his parents or where he came from. His first memories were of that in the Jedi Temple, learning from the Jedi and understanding their ways. He was always just a tad bit ahead of his peers, learning some new way to use The Force that they couldn't comprehend. It was in his pre-teens that he was assigned to his master, Stass Allie for years and studied further into The Force.

All of Varkos'o's life was consumed by The Jedi Order, learning how to use his lightsaber and The Force so that he could one day become a Jedi Master. He soon rose from Padawan to Knight and was sent out into the universe during the early months of The Clone Wars. War only gave him field experience for his skills, ravaging droves of battle droids like they were nothing. Varkos'o would never be remember for the few battles he served in, but the clones who fought by him would recall the Knight who once lifted three Speratist tanks with nothing but his mind.

Only after two campaigns was he returned to the Jedi Temple to help with various tasks that were sorely undermanned due to the Order's military overreach. The work of hundreds were funneled down to an unhappy few who had only just tasted glory. Varkos'o dreaded on never training a Padawan in those days, only droning through the vast libraries or revising records.

It was years of Jedi bureaucracy and continued training before Order 66. It happened out of nowhere. A trusted clone trooper friend one day turned from loyal companion to mind-controlled assassin within seconds, leaving him with minor wounds. That night, the former Jedi Master Anakin Skywalker assaulted the Temple with his battalion of clones. The resulting slaughter ended the Jedi Order and The Republic, but not Varkos'o.

The battle left him bloody, beaten, and burned beyond anything he'd ever expected. He was ashamed that he had failed the Order, his master, and every living soul who was exterminated by this new Empire. Dishonored and wounded, he fled. Varkos'o descended to 3030, a sector of filth and disorganized crime where he could lick his wounds and meditate. Years of exile and pain have left the Knight weak and starving, but even in the deepest darkness he will never stray from the Light.

[EliteCommander]

Name – Tir-Nem--Saral
Species – Tiss’shar
Gender - Female
Age - 30
Occupation – Independent Bounty Hunter/Mercenary

Appearance –

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Tir possesses light green scales with black bands across her back, and a muscular build. Her left forearm has been replaced with a mechanical substitute with similar anatomy to the original. Although, it does not possess synthflesh and is instead covered in simple black plating to protect its inner workings.

Apparel – Like most Tiss’shar, Tir typically wears only a simple tool belt with various pouches and a holster around her waist, along with a bandolier, depending on what is needed.

Weapons – Tir carries one standard DD6 blaster pistol, a vibroblade (which is kept sheathed on her bandolier), and a small knife, which can be stored inside a hidden pocket in one of her pouches.

Equipment – A credit chip, datapad, and small, assorted parts which can be used for simple repairs. Her prosthetic forearm is more durable than normal, but does not provide a strength advantage over her natural body.

Skills –

• Tir’s greatest combat skills are in melee and unarmed fighting. Her natural strength and agility lend themselves to close quarters encounters, and she has heightened reaction times which she attributes to her alacrity implant.
• Tir is certainly not a bad shot with her blaster, but is not specialized in ranged combat.
• She possesses limited repair skills pertaining to her equipment, such as her mechanical arm and her weapons.
• Tir is capable of speaking Basic, Huttese, and the Tiss’shar language.

Flaws – Other than minor repair abilities, Tir does not possess many practical non-combat skills.
Contrary to most bounty hunters, Tir not only dislikes seeing the suffering of others, but is willing to go out of her way to help them. While noble, this can cause her problems in the harsh criminal underworld of level 3030. She will do what she can to help the innocent, often at her own expense, but the sheer number of people in need around her is draining both physically and financially.

Personality – Tir is not a person without some vices. She drinks, gambles, and engages in other petty distractions, and of course, her career does involve killing from time to time. However, she does have strong altruistic tendencies. She is charitable to others, and more than willing to socialize. However, she is generally openly hostile to those with speciesist tendencies.

Goals - Tir seeks to lessen the suffering of those around her in whatever capacity she can, and since many of the organizations around her are corrupt, she often works independently. As well, she has taken a particular stance against the Pure Hand, and many of the bounties she accepts target their members. Overall, she seeks to be a force of justice in the unjust world around her.

Backstory – Tir-Nem-Saral was raised on Coruscant, though she never had a strong relationship with her parents. They had little to do with her as a hatchling, and through her teenage years, much of her learning was mostly independent. However, she did have friends, and a mentor named Aroya. She was a Twi’lek, also from Coruscant, who was a kind and generous, if idealistic soul. It was from her that taught Tir most of what she knows of fighting, and how to survive in the less civilized parts of the galaxy.

While not a member of the Republic’s military in any form, both Aroya and Tir aided the Republic during the clone wars. Mostly, they worked running supplies to the places that desperately needed them. It was during one of these supply runs that she lost her hand, and part of her forearm. It happened as a result of an ambush by pirates, who had been allowed to grow in numbers and strength as a result of the war. It took her time to come to terms with the injury, but luckily, she was in a position to be able to get a mechanical replacement. The now-useless remainder of her forearm was amputated, then replaced with a mechanical limb that replicated the design and functionality of the original. Regardless, their supply runs during the war did eventually come to an end and, although they remained friends, Tir and Aroya went their separate ways.

After the end of the war, Tir settled down in Coruscant’s underworld. Pro-human sentiment was on the steady rise in the fledgling Empire, so she was more comfortable being away from their influence. With her combat skills, she naturally settled into a career using that martial prowess. At first, she tried her hand at being a bodyguard to support herself, but found that many of the clients she was meant to be protecting were too unsavory for her liking. As a result, she began favoring work which allowed her to operate at least mostly independently.

Since Tir was not a person who could accept the suffering around her, let alone actually aid it, it took time for her to get a feel for what kind of work she could be comfortable in accepting. Eventually, she found that bounty hunting could be an acceptable career. Although there was no real organized government in level 3030, the rivalries between the various gangs and larger criminal syndicates meant that they often placed bounties on troublesome members of opposing organizations. These were bounties that Tir usually had no moral objection to claiming, and in the process, could allow her to give some justice to the victims that her targets had wronged. In particular, she has a distaste for the Pure Hand for the suffering they have caused the area’s non-human population. Since they would consider her an enemy simply by virtue of her species, she is often among the first to accept bounties against their members.

As a bounty hunter, Tir has been able to both earn the credits to support herself, and eliminate individuals who cause suffering to the more innocent locals. However, she has many times also been forced to do nothing about injustice because it was out of her capability to change. Since most criminal organizations view bounty hunters simply as tools, or guns for hire, she has not made herself a target of those syndicates, other than the Pure Hand. However, if she were to expand her work to become more of a vigilante, she would not be able to continue her work for long.

[Lord Coake]

Namen Starblade, Captain of the Invincible Rancor

Name - Namen Starblade
Species - Human
Gender - Male
Age - 23
Occupation - Ship Captain/Smuggler

Appearance - A very average man, Namen has short, messy dirt brown hair, with thick, trimmed stubble coating his chin and cheeks. His eyes are a steely grey, with a spark of wisdom and life knowledge lighting them up. He's got a handful of tattoos adorning parts of his body, most from his days in the Imperial Navy. The most notable are the symbol of the Galactic Empire on his right shoulder, and his former Identification Number of DS-63-5 on his left wrist. He isn't much above average in height and weight, and this helps him avoid standing out in crowds.

Apparel - Namen wears a thick synthleather jacket over a grey long-sleeve shirt, with black pocketed pants, and black Imperial uniform boots, and a utility belt with many pouches and containers, and a blaster holster for a right-handed person
Weapons - DL-44 Heavy Blaster Pistol, two Thermal Detonators, a vibroknife
Equipment - Datapad, Computer Spike, Lockpicking kit, medical supplies, Limited(illegal) access to his VCX-100 Freighter, the Invincible Rancor

Skills - Namen is a talented quickdraw artist, smuggler, lockpick, and barterer. He could charm the rage out of a rancor, and blast the wings off an insect 10 yards away. He's a skilled pilot of both fighter-craft and larger freighters, a callback from his time in the Imperial Navy.
Flaws - He's cocky, arrogant in his skills, and somewhat self-centered. He's also wanted by Russag the Hutt, a notorious Nar Shaddaa Gangster, and the Imperials to a lesser extent. His biggest weakness, is that his ship is under impound with a price of 100,000 Imperial Credits for its release, limiting his access to it, and removing his ability to leave Coruscant.

Personality - Namen is cocksure, has massive faith in his abilities, and tries to twist every encounter to favor him and his situation. He has been known to offer you a drink one minute, and punch out your lights the next. He has somewhat of a distaste for aliens, though nowhere near the extent of the Empire. He's a man of credits first and foremost, willing to take nearly any job if the price is right. All in all, he's just your average, run-of-the-mill smuggler.
Goals - Namen’s main goal is to get his ship out of impound and get off of Coruscant. To a lesser extent, he also wants to try and get some help in clearing his name with Russag, and making some new connections for smuggling and cargo runs in the future.

Backstory - Born to middle-class parents on Ord Mantell, Namen had a very bland childhood. He went to school, helped around the house, and really didn’t have much in the way of excitement. This is why when he came of age, he enlisted in the Imperial Naval Academy to become a pilot, hoping for some chance at adventure and excitement. Namen excelled in the Academy, scoring top marks as both a pilot and a commander, and graduating in the top 1% of his class. After graduation, he served for 3 years as an Imperial Pilot, flying many missions to help put down rebellious groups and organizations. Eventually, he would grow tired of this life as well, finding little joy in the aimless fighting of the Imperial Navy. He managed to escape aboard a cargo freighter as it made a stop at a Naval station he was at. Namen ended up commandeering this vessel, renaming it the Invincible Rancor, and fleeing to the disputed Outer Rim, to hide away from the possibility of Imperial discovery and capture. It was here he learned to take up smuggling, putting his piloting and combat skills to use in running drugs and cargo right under the noses of the Imperials, and rival gang lords.

His prime employer was a Hutt crime boss by the name of Russag, a powerful ruler on Nar Shaddaa, Russag grew to enjoy Namen for his charm, though the massive amounts of wealth in profits didn’t hurt. This wasn’t very long-lived however, as Namen got a bit too cocky for his own good, and thought he could get away with backroom dealing from under Russag. When one of these deals cost Russag over 300,000 in credits, He grew furious, and immediately placed a bounty on Namen’s head. With that, Namen fled the Outer Rim to avoid the wrath of the Crime Lord, fleeing first to Corellia, than to Coruscant in hopes of finding someone who could clear his name. However, when he landed on Coruscant, he didn’t exactly receive a warm welcome. During a docking inspection, the Imperials aboard found his secret compartments for smuggling….and the vast quantities of contraband within. His ship was impounded and the contents seized. With no ship to leave, and no goods to trade, Namen decided to set off into the massive city, to see what would he could find to free his ship and clear his name.