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Note: This is about as barebones as it gets, I know. I've plans for expansion, of course, but I've yet to flesh them out. The biography especially is for the moment simply something to keep my thoughts consistent as I work the rest out. It will be done, however.
Name: Claude Moreau Olivier
Faction: Galactic Alliance
Rank: Representative of Naboo
Species: Human
Age: 61
Gender: Male
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 196 lbs
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Grey
Skin: Dark
Credits: 1000
Distinguishing Marks: Lean, stately manner, air of assuredness, freckles
Force Sensitive: No
Skills:
Ship: None
Droids:
Protocol Droid: Nicknamed "Creepy" due to his lack of model information. Serves as an analyst.
Name: Claude Moreau Olivier
Faction: Galactic Alliance
Rank: Representative of Naboo
Species: Human
Age: 61
Gender: Male
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 196 lbs
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Grey
Skin: Dark
Credits: 1000
Distinguishing Marks: Lean, stately manner, air of assuredness, freckles
Force Sensitive: No
Skills:
- Military Training: Claude spent many years as an officer in the Naboo Royal Security Force.
- Diplomat: After decades spent in diplomatic posts, most prominently as the Royal Security Force's military attaché to Coruscant, Claude has much experience and ability in the area.
- Inspirational: Claude has a way of inspiring those around him through his dedication and an almost uncanny skill with words.
Ship: None
Droids:
Protocol Droid: Nicknamed "Creepy" due to his lack of model information. Serves as an analyst.
Personality: Claude is most notably dignified and calm in demeanor. While he commonly displays humility and appears rather tranquil even under pressure, the man is very progressive, often slipping into leadership roles without thinking. His familial troubles and the too-fresh loss of his wife of more than twenty years, however, have caused him great pain--pain he strives to keep hidden from the prying eyes of his colleagues and superiors.
Biography:
Born to Henerika and Gerard Olivier in the beautiful Naboo city of Theed, the current Representative Olivier's early years differed very little from that of a common being. His father was CEO of a small but prosperous electronics company that succeeded in securing high-profit contracts across the sector and even a few toward the inner rim. While his father was absent the majority of the time, Claude Olivier seemed affected little, and his childhood was spent engaging in ordinary childhood activities.
Upon his completion of schooling and maturing to adulthood Claude Moreau Olivier joined the Naboo Royal Security Force, where he would spend the next fourteen years as an officer before being assigned to Coruscant as a military attaché, a role in which he served for twenty years. During this period Olivier was married and fathered four children—all of whom were subsequently distanced by his ultimate devotion to his work above all else—and refused the position of CEO in his father's electronics company upon the man's death, instead opting to sell it for a considerable sum.
Five years before present, Olivier's wife died when a drunken offworlder assaulted her for the credits in her purse. Resigning his commission, Claude returned to Naboo and tended to family affairs, which quickly spiraled out of control. Several years steeped in melodramatic cheating and bickering passed before the outbreak of the war.
Naboo once again called on him and—due in large part to his decades of diplomatic experience and lifetime of service—Olivier was soon named Representative and dispatched to Coruscant.
Biography:
Born to Henerika and Gerard Olivier in the beautiful Naboo city of Theed, the current Representative Olivier's early years differed very little from that of a common being. His father was CEO of a small but prosperous electronics company that succeeded in securing high-profit contracts across the sector and even a few toward the inner rim. While his father was absent the majority of the time, Claude Olivier seemed affected little, and his childhood was spent engaging in ordinary childhood activities.
Upon his completion of schooling and maturing to adulthood Claude Moreau Olivier joined the Naboo Royal Security Force, where he would spend the next fourteen years as an officer before being assigned to Coruscant as a military attaché, a role in which he served for twenty years. During this period Olivier was married and fathered four children—all of whom were subsequently distanced by his ultimate devotion to his work above all else—and refused the position of CEO in his father's electronics company upon the man's death, instead opting to sell it for a considerable sum.
Five years before present, Olivier's wife died when a drunken offworlder assaulted her for the credits in her purse. Resigning his commission, Claude returned to Naboo and tended to family affairs, which quickly spiraled out of control. Several years steeped in melodramatic cheating and bickering passed before the outbreak of the war.
Naboo once again called on him and—due in large part to his decades of diplomatic experience and lifetime of service—Olivier was soon named Representative and dispatched to Coruscant.
Dear Marie,
I know ours has not been the most conventional of relationships. It's been a long and winding road since Theed, one filled with far more tragedy than any being deserves. Life's been hard on the both of us, maybe more you than I, and for that, my dear Marie, I am so very sorry. So sorry, indeed. I was stupid, I thought I could provide for you and for Naboo, and I was wrong. I should have done something different, perhaps even quit, but that's all in the past now.
I'm no imbecile. I write for little purpose other than to salve my own conscience, and hopefully yours. You're grown now, no longer my little girl—if you ever were—and have a family of your own who you undoubtedly want me to stay away from. This is understandable, but unnecessary. I will not play the part of the doting grandfather, as there's far too much history between us, so I'll simply have Giran drop off the security codes to the estate when he delivers this letter. It's yours, whether you live in the house or sell it all is completely up to you, just remember your mother in whatever you do. Don't tell your husband, nor your children, that it's from me. None of them have been there yet, and it's best they don't associate their feelings toward me with the beauty of what could be a wonderful new home. I hope you enjoy it.
This will be the last time I write you, and in the case you burn it like you have some of the others, Giran will simply deliver an oral copy. An amazing man, he's memorized all my letters. That aside, I've decided to accept the newest duties offered me, namely that of representing our wonderful world at Galactic Alliance Congress. I've given our people half a century, why not the last few decades as well?
I wish you and your family well, and hope that you live long and full lives and learn from the mistakes I made.
Sincerely,
Claude Olivier
I know ours has not been the most conventional of relationships. It's been a long and winding road since Theed, one filled with far more tragedy than any being deserves. Life's been hard on the both of us, maybe more you than I, and for that, my dear Marie, I am so very sorry. So sorry, indeed. I was stupid, I thought I could provide for you and for Naboo, and I was wrong. I should have done something different, perhaps even quit, but that's all in the past now.
I'm no imbecile. I write for little purpose other than to salve my own conscience, and hopefully yours. You're grown now, no longer my little girl—if you ever were—and have a family of your own who you undoubtedly want me to stay away from. This is understandable, but unnecessary. I will not play the part of the doting grandfather, as there's far too much history between us, so I'll simply have Giran drop off the security codes to the estate when he delivers this letter. It's yours, whether you live in the house or sell it all is completely up to you, just remember your mother in whatever you do. Don't tell your husband, nor your children, that it's from me. None of them have been there yet, and it's best they don't associate their feelings toward me with the beauty of what could be a wonderful new home. I hope you enjoy it.
This will be the last time I write you, and in the case you burn it like you have some of the others, Giran will simply deliver an oral copy. An amazing man, he's memorized all my letters. That aside, I've decided to accept the newest duties offered me, namely that of representing our wonderful world at Galactic Alliance Congress. I've given our people half a century, why not the last few decades as well?
I wish you and your family well, and hope that you live long and full lives and learn from the mistakes I made.
Sincerely,
Claude Olivier
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