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Clyde Almov
[fancybox4="http://i.playground.ru/i/52/12/20/00/wiki/content/5xwnb9sx.jpg"]FULL NAME: Clyde 'Mos' AlmovAGE: 25
SPECIES: Human
HOMEWORLD: ???
HEIGHT: 165cm
WEIGHT: 58Kg
EYE COLOR: Blue
HAIR COLOR: Dirty Blond
SKIN COLOR: Pale Caucasian
MARKINGS: Scar across nose, scar across lip
FACTION: ---
RANK: ---
VOICE:Alexej Manvelov
"Have we got anything on him?"
"Sorry Sir, we don't have anything."
"What do you mean we don't have anything? We had him locked up for two whole years, surely we should have files on him."
"It seems the group who broke him out also destroyed any data we had on him, and anyone who investigated his case is dead."
"It can't be that simple, we should have back ups of all the files that come through here."
"They stole the physical server, but with our security there's no way they won't be able to crack it."
"They don't want the data idiot, they want anonymity."
"Pardon?"
"Everything we had on him, evidence, pyche reports even the mugshots, were on that server."
"Oh... So that means..."
"He's a nothing more than a ghost to us."
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Sector Ranger's Composite sketch "Work, work, work, then maybe time for play." Words Clyde lives by, although that doesn't mean he doesn't find his line of work entertaining. High risk heists are what the man lives for, the methodical casing of the mark, the feeling of clasping handcuffs on the hostages and of course the loot, all combining to create a cocktail of Larcenistic euphoria. However he never allows for his enjoyment to override his professionalism, civilian casualties are the biggest sin in the thief's bible, anyone who knows anything about hiesting would do anything to avoid breaking that rule. In accordance to this he treats his hostages unusually well, often offering them drinks and small snacks if the heist lasts longer than expected. Another one of his standards is he restricts himself to robbing institutions that have the means to replace the people's money that he steals, for example banks who's funds are insured by the republic.
Outside of his criminal activities Clyde tends not to talk much, often due to the fact that his accent confuses most. Most of the time he can be found at home looking over floorplans or reading about his exploits in the news. Although if one were to decipher his speech and befriend the man, he enjoys taking those few out to drink all night long. [/fancybox2]
BIOGRAPHY
[fancybox4="https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CV0GclzWsAAragU.jpg"] Not much is known about Clyde's life before his first big job, the only thing that the man himself revealing is that he was a model citizen before being thrust into the life of crime and that he had developed a strange accent from a young age. When he was nineteen, Clyde was living with a group of students in a Coruscant college dorm, not that he attended the school. During one of the dorm's regular parties he received a holo-communicator from a masked man, but before he could ask him any questions the mysterious figure disappeared into the crowd.
About a month after receiving the communicator Clyde was kicked out of the dorms after the administration found out he didn't actually attend any classes. As he was packing his things he received a transmission on the device he had received at the party, a woman dressed in fine clothes, wearing a mask projected from the palm of his hand. Claiming to be a member of the senate the woman issued Clyde with an offer, join the crew she had organised or be arrested on the grounds of high treason. Not wanting to spend his life in a cell the man accepted the offer, not sure what exactly this crew was for or what they would be doing.
His senate handler set up Clyde well, giving him a safe house and all the weapon training he would need for his new career in 'politics.' Years were spent sculpting the man into a skilled warrior, crafting a secret asset for some senator that needed dirty work done well. On his twenty third birthday Clyde was assigned his first job, a raid on a Border Alliance summit, apparently his handler didn't agree with how the BA was operating and wanted to cause paranoia among it's constituents. The entrance would be via an unmarked speeder and extraction by gunship, it was a five man job and no names were to be spoken, instead they were given aliases by their senate handler. Clyde was given the moniker 'Mos' because due to his sense of mouth being as dirty as the Mos Eisely spaceport, the four other members were named after their respective home worlds: (Alde)'raan', 'Manda'(lore), 'Cor'(ellia) and 'Nar' (Shaddaa). Main objective, to disrupt the talks and destabilise the alliance, no one was sure why they were assigned the job, but a look at the amount of credits that was on the table shut them up.
The job was a bust, three minutes into the raid Border Alliance forces surrounded the building turning the tables and forcing the crew to take hostages. Negotiations ensued and the crew was guaranteed an escape in return for the hostages safe return, naturally they took the offer hailing their gunship to pick them up. But before they could be extracted Rann and Manda were gunned down by marksmen who had set up on an adjacent building's rooftop, with no more options left Cor, Nar and Clyde all surrendered, promptly being taken into custody and locked away.
Two years locked behind a rayshielded 3x3 cell with no-one else around would drive most men crazy, but it just made Clyde furious. Cor and Nar had testified against him to lighten their own sentences, claiming he was the leader of their little escapade. They would have been released by then, but Clyde remained in isolation, waiting for something interesting to happen. Then it happened. On the way to a regular medical examination someone blew a hole in the prison's defences and broke the prisoner out, four masked men dressed up in monkey suits and toting heavy blasters. Blasting their way through the prison the group eventually made it to a prison transport, cruising out of the max security prison, using authorisation codes that had been mysteriously procured to fool the gate keepers into thinking they were chasing the escapee. (Pretty much what the breakout looked like) Dropping the fugitive off on the lowest levels of Coruscant he was given another Holo-Communicator and his old mask, the apparent leader of the new masked group told him to lay low, and that he'd be contacted as soon as the heat had died down. Naturally though, Clyde didn't want to work with the people who landed him in prison. So he took as much gear as he could carry and moved off-world, gathering like minded individuals to join his own crew. The crew's goal? To make (more likely take) some credits.
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$KILLS & WEAKNESSES
Clyde is prone to get greedy when on the job, if there is an opportunity to make more money he will take it, no matter the risk. This has lead to some of his near death experiences, along with some of his biggest paydays. His accent also tends to be a detriment to him, often confusing and annoying people who don't have the time or patience to decipher what he's saying. [/fancybox4]