Name: Devronian "Dev" Gorran
Species: Human
Age: 28
Affiliation: TBD
Force Sensitive: No
Appearance: Equipment:- A280-CFE
- Q2 Holdout Blaster
- Light Plasteel Armor Chestplate
- Pac20 Visual Wrist Comlink/Datapad
- Various Disguises (from noble to Imperial)
- Vibroknife
- Electrobinoculars
- Thermal Detonator
- Sabaak Deck w/ extra cards for cheating
- Empty Credsticks
Skills:- Roguish Disposition: Years spent as a Fixer have forced Dev to talk his way out of nearly any situation. He has managed to con his way from the Core Worlds to the Outer Rim. When talking doesn't work, a quick slight of hand to pick a pocket or trade out a Sabacc hand helps get the job done.
- Crack Pilot: While Imperial Records never show a "Devronian Gorran" being a member of the Imperial Navy, Dev goes on to tell stories about his time at the flight academy to strangers. When in the cockpit, he isn't the greatest. Regardless, it's hard to deny that Dev can pilot and hotwire nearly any speeder or ship he's run into.
- Gunslinging: Rarely found without a blaster, Dev knows how to pull the trigger and hold the blaster right. He isn't the best shot, but he knows enough to get himself out of a tight spot.
- Disguise: The Fixer's greatest asset is his mastery of disguise. He has the clothes and prosthetics to impersonate several powerful positions. While not perfect disguises, Dev usually uses them to "get in the front door" when on assignment.
Abilities:- Universal Translator: One of the few subdermal implants Dev has, the translator grants Dev the ability to speak and understand any languages on the open holonet.
- Cybernetic Eye (Right Eye): When the natural eye can't capture the smallest details and changes, why not replace it. The cybernetic eye allows Dev to scan targets to help predict whether they are about to draw their weapon or if they are lying, among other things. He spent a lot of money (perhaps too much) to ensure that the cybernetic eye is near indistinguishable from a natural eye.
Weaknesses:- Compulsive Liar: Dev has a hard time telling the truth, even when nothing can be gained from lying. Needless to say... this gets him in trouble with all sorts of folk.
- Greedy: Dev would sell out his own family if it meant getting him more credits. Wave the possibility of wealth under his nose, and you have the Fixer under your thumb. He may also have a slight gambling addiction.
- Coward: He's never stuck his neck out for anyone other than himself. While not a weakness on his own part, those trusting Dev to back them up when things get tough will be sorely disappointed. That is, unless there's plenty of money on it.
- Weak Constitution: He doesn't have much endurance. He can't run for too long, hold down much liquor, or take much more than a single blaster bolt even with armor on.
Motivation:Wealth... so he can disappear for good.
History:Not a whole lot is known about where Dev got his start. The story he's been relatively sticking to is as follows:
"I was the son of a diplomat on Alderaan. My father served our Senator. I had a nice life, and some of the best tutors taught me how to read, talk, shoot, and fly. But it was never quite enough. So when I was old enough, I stole my parent's credits and shipped off Alderaan in the family yacht to try my luck in space. Those Separatist folks sounded like they had the right idea, fighting for trade rights and whatnot.
So I ended up at a station on the outskirts of the midrim, and I got a little too drunk. I woke up to find the credits I had were stolen, along with my damn ship. So I stole some poor fella's cargo hauler and chased after them. Spent a few weeks tracking the blokes out into Hutt Space... and turned out they were working for a damn Hutt. If you've ever tried telling a Hutt that they stole from ya... well... then you know where this story goes...
I got off light. Ended up working with the crew that stole from me. They needed a pilot and an extra hand, so I stuck with them. Fella had a cybernetic arm and went by Rex Kincaid. He was a talker like you wouldn't believe. Trained me in the arts of negotiating and lying, to the point where I was able to out-talk even him. Another fella, a surgeon, managed to hook me up with a few extra tools to help me get by out here. I ran with that crew for about five years. They mainly served to travel to various spaceports around the galaxy and steal ships off the well-off for resale. I ended up being the "actor" to get us in, with a Slicer friend of mine setting me up with identities and disguises. Rex died when one of our last jobs went south. He was irreplaceable.
I was able to pay off my debt to the Hutt I was indentured to a few pulls later, and he decided to keep me around and pay me decently. So I worked as a fixer. I'd speak to folks who needed services done, and I'd make sure the right crew got that information. Of course, I ended up skimming a bit more than I should have off the top. Once Marlo found out... oh boy. Sent a whole host of Bounty Hunters after me. That was about... two years ago now. Once I was out with Marlo, I struck it out on my own. Moved around, stole back a lot of my clients and independent contractors. Was never meant to be permanent. Ran into spots of trouble, and figured I needed to hide somewhere a little better when a Twi'lek who seemed to be a little off his rocker gave me alimony papers for one of my burner identities. I jumped on board the first freighter I could, and I ended up here on Maldra.
Needless to say, I'm sticking around here for now until I get enough credits to make it big in the Core Worlds. I have plenty of burner identities left to get me to Coruscant once I've got enough credits. Until then, you have me and my fantastic wit to keep y'all company."
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