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Ra'jhan H'Skirr
NAME: Ra'jhan H'Skirr
ALIAS: Raj
FACTION: Indie
RANK: N/A
SEX: Male
AGE: 28
SPECIES: Nalroni
HOMEPLANET: Celanon
HEIGHT: 1.6 meters
WEIGHT: ~50 kilos
HAIR: Grey (Furred)
EYES: Golden Orange
MARKS: Heavy scorches - Ribs/Left Flank
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes - Trained
"Everyone wants to tell you what to do and what's good for you. They don't want you to find your own answers, they want you to believe theirs... Yeah? Well kriff 'em."
ALIAS: Raj
FACTION: Indie
RANK: N/A
SEX: Male
AGE: 28
SPECIES: Nalroni
HOMEPLANET: Celanon
HEIGHT: 1.6 meters
WEIGHT: ~50 kilos
HAIR: Grey (Furred)
EYES: Golden Orange
MARKS: Heavy scorches - Ribs/Left Flank
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes - Trained
"Everyone wants to tell you what to do and what's good for you. They don't want you to find your own answers, they want you to believe theirs... Yeah? Well kriff 'em."
Personality
To most, Ra’jhan seems like a cocky and hedonistic thug with a casual rebellious streak a mile wide. A thug who just so happens to be practically drowning in riches, with access to all the best toys. In short, a flamboyant spoiled rich kid with a mean streak and a rather unsavory appetite. He does nothing to dissuade those who would think that, after all, what they don’t know won’t hurt them, yet. In his defense, he does like to share, as long as you’re willing to give him what he wants in return. His list of desires is thankfully rather short: Bedmates, credits, a good drink, excitement, and compliments, not necessarily in that order.
In truth, he uses this cover to conceal a manipulative and scheming mind. His years both among the Celanon Elite and the scum of the galaxy have conspired to train an already sharp mind into a razor’s edge for foiling the plots of his enemies and keeping on top of the constantly shifting landscape of the underworld. He still has his vices, but more often than not, he just needs a distraction so that he doesn’t drown in his own scheming. So far his cover has worked well for him, and it’s inspired a certain aura of quiet certainty that can be seen in how he walks and handles himself. The trained eye sees past his facade of carefree excess, his quick smiles, his warm laughs, and the flash of lust in his eyes into the coiled durasteel spring beneath, forged in the fires of a passionate man’s heart.
In truth, he uses this cover to conceal a manipulative and scheming mind. His years both among the Celanon Elite and the scum of the galaxy have conspired to train an already sharp mind into a razor’s edge for foiling the plots of his enemies and keeping on top of the constantly shifting landscape of the underworld. He still has his vices, but more often than not, he just needs a distraction so that he doesn’t drown in his own scheming. So far his cover has worked well for him, and it’s inspired a certain aura of quiet certainty that can be seen in how he walks and handles himself. The trained eye sees past his facade of carefree excess, his quick smiles, his warm laughs, and the flash of lust in his eyes into the coiled durasteel spring beneath, forged in the fires of a passionate man’s heart.
Skills and Abilities
Ra'jhan, though not all that physically impressive looking in terms of pure brawn, conceals his strength in wiry muscles trained by some of the best instructors and equipment his planet has to offer. 'Royalty' has its perks. Afterwards, in that decade long period in which he abandoned his life of excess for a life of slightly less excess and more 'exciting' characters, he perfected his use of the vibroblade and became experienced with a wide range of ranged weaponry. However... one would be wise to leave him far from explosives. They have a nasty habit of malfunctioning in his hands.
His mental processes are... intact. Sure he's quick and cunning, but as was referenced before, that mostly comes down to instinct, and not careful planning nor rational decision making capabilities. In any instance that absolutely requires a modicum of puzzle solving abilities or scholarly knowledge, he's apt to step aside and let someone else handle the job. All in all, his strongest intellectual area is in knowledge of the force, and it's only strong in a relative sense. He's displayed an aptitude for the areas of body control/enhancement and not much else. His training wasn't given by a true force adept, and is crude in comparison.
To put it bluntly, Ra'jhan doesn't care about his social graces. Matter of fact, part of the reason he ran away from his Guildclan to begin with was that he wanted nothing to do with his fancy upbringing, with the enforced etiquette, the verbal fencing, and thousand-and-one body language cues that are so important among his species. He's a simple man with simple needs, and being polite isn't one of his needs. Besides, his attitude and manner of speech tends to attract the sorts that he prefers in bed anyways.
His mental processes are... intact. Sure he's quick and cunning, but as was referenced before, that mostly comes down to instinct, and not careful planning nor rational decision making capabilities. In any instance that absolutely requires a modicum of puzzle solving abilities or scholarly knowledge, he's apt to step aside and let someone else handle the job. All in all, his strongest intellectual area is in knowledge of the force, and it's only strong in a relative sense. He's displayed an aptitude for the areas of body control/enhancement and not much else. His training wasn't given by a true force adept, and is crude in comparison.
To put it bluntly, Ra'jhan doesn't care about his social graces. Matter of fact, part of the reason he ran away from his Guildclan to begin with was that he wanted nothing to do with his fancy upbringing, with the enforced etiquette, the verbal fencing, and thousand-and-one body language cues that are so important among his species. He's a simple man with simple needs, and being polite isn't one of his needs. Besides, his attitude and manner of speech tends to attract the sorts that he prefers in bed anyways.
Biography
Located on the Crux of the Lydian Way and the Celadon Spur, the single system held by the Nalroni has ever been prosperous ones, its wealth held comparable to the Banking Clans. The Nalroni themselves are a generally amicable species, their once vaunted predatory instincts turned towards more civilized practices such as sniffing out the emotions and motivations of their pr- er, customers. The population is arranged with the vast majority of the Nalroni benefiting from a Socialist establishment, where the Merchant Elites bring unimaginable wealth to their worlds, and distribute it equally among their beneficiaries, keeping the bulk of the goods for themselves.
It was among the those Merchant Elites that Ra'jhan was born, second of two sons. The tradition among his people was that he would eventually take up a lesser position in the Guildclan, perhaps even as high as a Merchant Executive, the advisors to the Merchant Council, second most powerful in the Oligarchy of the Celanon Elite. But it was clear from even a young age that Ra'jhan wasn't going to take to that lifestyle. He skipped classes, except those that pertained to fighting and piloting, which excited him to no end. He frequently interrupted galas and official business with childish pranks, earning him punishments from which he always wriggled free from. He ran away from home, escaping from Celanon City to explore the life of the working class more times than anyone could count. The boy was a dreamer; he just dreamed of things besides politics and Trade.
When his father took ill and eventually expired after a lengthy battle with the disease, the one man that seemed to understand his needs and desires was gone. He was left alone with a mother who didn't have the time for her sons and a brother who would never understand him, and only seek to use him. On his fifteenth naming day, he ran away for the last time, falling in with an ship's crew from offworld. The crew was a group of smugglers that needed a pilot who could keep his mouth shut. Ra'jhan fit the criteria rather well, and from there spent the next decade assisting the smugglers; slowly rising in the ranks. Among the many contacts he made over the years was one Sholakh Farley, an independent force user. He recognized Ra'jhan's force sensitivity and offered to train him in how to utilize his innate talents, if the smuggler would carry him around the Galaxy, that he might explore the world outside of the undercity he lived in. Ra'jhan, motivated by curiosity, agreed to this arrangement.
He was content for period of another two or three years, slowly accumulating his own personal wealth and secure in his position as the boss of his own little ring, with Sholakh as his second. Boredom soon followed contentment, and when the Nalroni received a request to 'escort' an important person off Celanon without letting anyone know of their existence, he couldn't resist the chance to get some action. Unbeknownst to him, he was smuggling a wanted Exchange member away from justice. When it finally came to light, after extensive cross checking and pouring through security footage, the would be smuggler was shoved into the spotlight for crimes against the State. His first and immediate action was to run to his brother, using Harath's devotion to his family in order to convince him to clean the evidence and wipe the records clear. The tactic succeeded, with a steep price. Ra'jhan turned over all his contacts and control of his illicit dealings to his brother, and became the older man's cat's paw.
Now without a source of personal income, Ra'jhan has to rely on staying within his brother's good graces to sustain his lifestyle of excess. In return for access to the Guildclan's wealth, he finds himself taking odd and dangerous jobs that the Senator doesn't trust those outside the family with. Anything from digging up information on his enemies, to political assassinations, to important escorts
It was among the those Merchant Elites that Ra'jhan was born, second of two sons. The tradition among his people was that he would eventually take up a lesser position in the Guildclan, perhaps even as high as a Merchant Executive, the advisors to the Merchant Council, second most powerful in the Oligarchy of the Celanon Elite. But it was clear from even a young age that Ra'jhan wasn't going to take to that lifestyle. He skipped classes, except those that pertained to fighting and piloting, which excited him to no end. He frequently interrupted galas and official business with childish pranks, earning him punishments from which he always wriggled free from. He ran away from home, escaping from Celanon City to explore the life of the working class more times than anyone could count. The boy was a dreamer; he just dreamed of things besides politics and Trade.
When his father took ill and eventually expired after a lengthy battle with the disease, the one man that seemed to understand his needs and desires was gone. He was left alone with a mother who didn't have the time for her sons and a brother who would never understand him, and only seek to use him. On his fifteenth naming day, he ran away for the last time, falling in with an ship's crew from offworld. The crew was a group of smugglers that needed a pilot who could keep his mouth shut. Ra'jhan fit the criteria rather well, and from there spent the next decade assisting the smugglers; slowly rising in the ranks. Among the many contacts he made over the years was one Sholakh Farley, an independent force user. He recognized Ra'jhan's force sensitivity and offered to train him in how to utilize his innate talents, if the smuggler would carry him around the Galaxy, that he might explore the world outside of the undercity he lived in. Ra'jhan, motivated by curiosity, agreed to this arrangement.
He was content for period of another two or three years, slowly accumulating his own personal wealth and secure in his position as the boss of his own little ring, with Sholakh as his second. Boredom soon followed contentment, and when the Nalroni received a request to 'escort' an important person off Celanon without letting anyone know of their existence, he couldn't resist the chance to get some action. Unbeknownst to him, he was smuggling a wanted Exchange member away from justice. When it finally came to light, after extensive cross checking and pouring through security footage, the would be smuggler was shoved into the spotlight for crimes against the State. His first and immediate action was to run to his brother, using Harath's devotion to his family in order to convince him to clean the evidence and wipe the records clear. The tactic succeeded, with a steep price. Ra'jhan turned over all his contacts and control of his illicit dealings to his brother, and became the older man's cat's paw.
Now without a source of personal income, Ra'jhan has to rely on staying within his brother's good graces to sustain his lifestyle of excess. In return for access to the Guildclan's wealth, he finds himself taking odd and dangerous jobs that the Senator doesn't trust those outside the family with. Anything from digging up information on his enemies, to political assassinations, to important escorts
Assets & Possessions
Primary Weapon(s)
XPC-71, Dire Vibrosword
Secondary Weapon(s)
(2) SA-21 "Sunspear" Heavy Blaster Pistols
Armor
UAI-19 Combat Armor
Transportation
Sunskimmer-Class Starbird
Miscellaneous
Datapad - Tactical Harness - Holocomm - Security Kit - Flask - Puzzle Box
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