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Onderon
27
Age
Onderon
27
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Human
Male
6'0"
185 Pounds
Light Brown
Brown
Pale
Gender
Height
Mass
Hair color
Eye color
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Human
Male
6'0"
185 Pounds
Light Brown
Brown
Pale
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Professional Fighter
Mercenary
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Profession:
Professional Fighter
Mercenary
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Crom McCready
Excerpt · Biography · Personality · Inmate Review · Powers and Abilities
Prisoner Profile for Inmate - 95284921: Crom McCready. Human. Occupation: Professional Fighter, Mercenary. History of Excessive Violence, Public Intoxication, Public Indecency, Assault, Extortion and currently undergoing multiple open murder investigations on planets in 12 different systems. Currently unaffiliated, no known gang or cartel affiliations. Rumored to be force sensitive. Use of expletives is borderline obnoxious. Handle inmate with extreme caution, has escaped from several low level prison facilities.
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▵Biography
“Ye want to know me story do ya? All of it? What’s this for, the movie or the biography? Either way yea… I think my fans could use some more content. Alright… Ready? Great. My name is Crom McCready and I’m an alcoholic. Chit… Cut that, wrong video. My name is Crom McCready and I’m a professional fighter from the crazy jungle world of Onderon. Some real fraggin’ warriors come from that world and you best believe I carry that spirit wit me wherever I go! Though… Didn’t grow up there. Far from it actually.”
“When I was a wee little lad my parents sold me to slavers. Kriffed up, right? How could two people sell their own son to some aliens looking for workers for their mines and other sick chit? They were both drug addicts and the spice was more important than little Crom. Fair play to them, they got theirs in the end. Ended up finding out they both died from overdoses years after they sold me, served them right. Must have been… only 8 or so when they got rid of me. Them slavers took me out to the Outer Rim and made me break rocks and do little tasks for a kid. Messed up, yeah? Turning a child into a miner… Ha! They got me for cheap and treated me like it, chit food, chit water, chit sleep. Toughened me up when others were being tucked in by their ma’s and da’s… Kriff that.”
“Few years passed of this chit day after day until one day little Crom couldn’t take it anymore. I snapped. Punched one of my slavers right in the face. Beat the hell out of me after that but they liked me attitude. Even after all the rock breaking they couldn’t break me spirit. Had a natural strength after mining for a couple of years so they began beating the hell out of me day in day out. Eventually I began to like it more than breaking rocks so little Crom started kicking people’s teeth in. Didn’t take them long to realize me natural talent so they started throwing me in the fighting pits with gladiators. Crazy right?”
“So… there I was… chit… couldn’t be older than 15 and I was fighting grown men. The few times I was given a weapon I failed kriffin’ miserably. Tried swingin’ it, throwin’ it… Nothin’ worked. It took me dropping the chit they were giving me and using me fists like the Force intended and started winning. It didn’t make sense, a weapon is supposed to make you deadlier… Not me. My weapons are always on me, whether I got gloves on or not it don’t matter. Soon they got me fighting Shockboxing, death matches, cage matches you name it I’ve fought in it… And for a time… things were… Okay.”
“I was fighting. I was making some bastards money but at the end of the day they gave me what I wanted after winning. Food, Water, technology to play with. Books. Gotta remember I didn’t get a proper education so at this point I was pretty fraggin’ stupid. Found another older slave to teach me how to read, write… Not very good mind you but I could do it finally. As good as life had started getting that naggin’ feeling of wanting freedom was getting too great though… And I was getting too strong.”
“Wish I could tell ye that I broke out in a blaze of glory. That I beat them kriffin’ slaving pieces of chit until they weren’t breathing anymore. Beat them to a bloody pulp and raised my hands to the sky and roared in victory… That’s not what happened. Got about half way until they shot me a few times and well… Your favorite loud mouthed fighter wouldn’t be alive if it wasn’t for this strange traveling circus that rolled through and saved me rear. What? You think I’m lying to you yea? Well it’s the truth! We were on Nar Shaddaa for some fights when I tried to make me escape and these crazy acrobatic bastards all came in, swarmed the slavers that were killing me and next thing I know I’m being helped up by an old man with a crazy beard and taken away on a shuttle far away from that place.”
“Now let me stop you there… before you ask, ‘Crom… How did a traveling circus kick the ever living chit out of your former slave masters?’ One… No one is my master. I am my master. Two… The force. These freaks knew how to use it and well… They said I could use it too. That I was already using it. That it was the only reason why I was winning all the fist fights against swords and all types of crazy chit. Of course I didn’t believe them then but are you really going to debate whether the existence of a mighty space wizard that controls everything is real or not with the people that just saved your arse from over a decade of slavery? No… you’re not.”
“They call themselves the Matukai. Not like your normal force users like Jedi, they don’t wave laser swords and cause problems. They are traditionally peaceful people unless demonstrating their martial arts. Long story short they’re a pack of nomads that go from place to place looking for home but never finding it and helping people where they go. Real sad chit. They sensed my prescience on a planet I fought on before heading to Nar Shaddaa and followed me, wanting to grab me before a Jedi or one of them Jedi exiles could get their hands on me. Too much blood has been spread from them lot and they wanted to save me from my slavers but not hand me over to new ones neither.”
“They’s were my family for quite a long time. I was about 17 or 18 when they freed me and after that point forward I was a nomad too. Where they went I went. What they did, I did. What they told me to do I did. They were the first real family I ever had… They helped me refine my martial arts, they taught me how to hit harder… To punch more precisely, to kick faster. Before I was nothin but a two bit street brawler who didn’t make a dime… After the Matukai got a hold of me I became a force to be reckoned with. Now what someone could do with a vibro-blade was totally outclassed by my speed and surprised by my strength. I kept thinking of returning to the fight game to make these people money but they didn’t like the idea… Said it was too close to being like my slavers. I said I just wanted to kick the chit out of people.”
“Now… spoiler alert: the force is real. I’m not gonna spend all night explaining it to you but these people showed me some things that would make your head spin. They could make things float wit’ their minds, they could push you across the room just by flicking their hands atcha. The stronger ones could stop blaster shots in mid-air, some even stopped blades from coming down on them. I got close to doing all that but… I’ve learned in dis life that all good things must come to an end. The Matukai nomads I was with came to an end.”
“I… don’t want to go into detail but… We were camping on what we thought was a safe planet and well… Exiles were there and sensed the strong force energy from all of us and… Slaughtered nearly everyone. We all ran, hell, even I ran after fighting the best I could. There was no use in fighting a saber when all my people used were vibro blades and the force. Nothing could stop their ambush… There were too many of them. I tried to stay and fight longer but one of me mentor’s jumped in front of an Exile’s saber for me and so I ran. Ran right after watching them just get slaughtered like that… Ran like a kriffing coward!... I... I left the planet and found myself with a rinky dink ship, alone with no credits, low fuel and no food. I did the only thing I could think of and head back to Nar Shaddaa and started doing what I did best. Fight.”
“Those first few years without me family were tough, I’m not going to lie to ye... Had me a woman, a few mentors… People I considered family when I never had one of me own... Hell… The people closest to me died the quickest. I’m not sure I believe in the whole light side and dark side of the force thing but… That day I felt like I could feel a pull toward someting. Not sure what but it scared me then, it scares me now. I don’t feel that in a fight, just calm, peace even. My opponent attacks, I react and-... Okay, I’m gonna stop banthachitting you. I love to fight and while my family wouldn’t like it the thrill of battle is what keeps me going now that I lost everyting. I lived the nice quiet nomad life with people that loved me, I’ll never have that again. Now… the only two things I want is glory and the money.”
“They are going to immortalize me for what I do in them pits. In them arenas. In them stadiums. Crom McCready is already a name in the lower cities among scoundrels and thieves. The people living bum lives look forward to my fights to feel alive when they’re on! The infamous Crom McCready has knocked out people of all races. Human, Mandalorians, Transdocians, hell… even beat a Wookie! All hand to hand, all using the teachings I learned from the Matukai and from the days of scrapping as a lad. My goal is to take what you know now, that I’m the best fraggin’ fighter alive, and show the galaxy just who they are kriffin’ with! Now if I could stop getting locked up I might actually get somewhere.”
“Now… the reason I get locked up is I like nice things… I like spending money. I like drinking. I like women. All these things are expensive, whether it’s buying a nice thing for your lass or wanting that nice swoop bike everything costs credits. And… fighting at my level doesn’t pay chit! I bring them knockouts that they’ll replay for years and they can’t pay me half the show money? It’s bantha chit! So… I’ve taken up merc work. I know… my people would hate me for that too. They believed in helping people should come from the good of your heart and not for monetary gain… I say frag dat, if I’m gonna risk me life you best kriffin’ pay me! I take jobs of all kinds… The kinds that normally need a blaster I use me fists. Want someone killed for doing whatever to you? Gonna kill them with me bare hands. Want someone roughed up and their chit stolen? Done. Need to rob a bank? Give me a fraggin’ mask and 30% of the haul and you got yerself a deal. Nothing is too extreme for Crom McCready, I live how I want and if that means I have te get me hands dirty then so be it.”
“So now here we are… I’m talking to you, some two bit warden and you’re asking me about me life? Well… I can tell ye now I don’t know nothin bout nobody and that’s that. You can hear all about me and me struggle, my accomplishments… my goals… my dreams… my losses. Anything for the documentary, yea? When it comes to me clients though I ain’t telling you chit! Did you really think this ended with a confession? Go kriff yourself.”
▵Personality
“Another one of these things? The hell do you take me for, a one man entertainment machine? You’re treating me like a slot machine here and you aren’t pulling the right lever if you wann- What? Really? A sentence reduction for a personality test? Chit… Do you want to do this over dinner lass or do you-... Okay right, Let’s get started!”
“I’m the best fraggin’ fighter in the galaxy. You put me in there with a Wookie and the only arms that are gonna get ripped off is that hairy bastard’s! I’ll bounce his head off the canvas and shave the big oaf after I’m done wit him so his other furry friends know who the real champ is! My confidence is key and it makes me king. My self belief and my determination to improve myself is what sets me apart from my competition, though sometimes that means I bite off more than I can chew. Alright… maybe that means that happens more often than not but I don’t believe in losing. I believe in learning.”
“If you haven’t noticed by now you have noticed my need to curse. I stick with the classics, my special flavor of expletive words along with me accent makes me more entertaining than your standard fighter. I’m the next level, the next big athlete that will break through to the masses! From Tatooine to fraggin’ Coruscant just you wait, I’ll be on all yer kriffin’ channels! I’ll be- wha? Oh… sorry lass, feel like I’m hyping up a fight talking about meself here!”
“Not good enough ehh? Want to take a deep dive into Crom McCready’s mind yea? How about if you want to learn more baby you take these shackles off here, unbutton that- HA! The hell are you doing? Some professionalism! Hitting your prisoners like that, kriffin’ schutta! Hit like a fraggin’ child you know that lady? Okay… My ma taught me better than to treat a lady like that. Wait… that schutta sold me off to slavers so this is par for the course right? Here’s some personality for ya lass, I grew up not learning any manners other than holding my head down and hoping some disgusting looking creature didn’t take a whip to my back for not smashing rocks fast. So yea… I might not be the nicest mouthed man but the things this mouth can do is- CHIT! You gotta stop that lady, seriously.”
“I’m a sucker for a pretty lass, if you couldn’t tell. But what I’m a bigger sucker for is money. Credits. Chips… Whatever world I’m on and whatever currency I can get me hands on I want it. Going from having nothin to having everything woke up something in me I didn’t ever think I’d have. Greed. I want nice suits, nice ships, nice shoes. I want it all and I’m going to have it all. Greed and Glory is all I’m about, well… and a lass to share it with. Like I said, take these shackles off and- LADY IF YOU’RE GONNA HIT ME HIT ME HARDER! Damn...”
“Where was I before pillow hands here started playing with my face?... That’s right. Now after hearing meself say Greed and Glory is all I care about that’s not ENTIRELY true. I care for people and even if I won’t make some money from them chances are I’m goin to help them. Money helps but… I’ve been there. At the mercy of men and women who just want to watch you bleed… Take you down and steal everything you have and if you don’t have nutthin they kill you or enslave you… That’s one thing I won’t tolerate… slavers. I’ve dealt with them before and even if it’s against me better judgement I take out as many as I can when I can.”
“What? Are you surprised I actually got me a heart of gold? Lass… I’m telling you… I might be in here for robbery or murder or whatever you lot got me on but trust me… The Matukai turned a little piece of chit slave into a man that COULD have been good. Could have been like one of them: selfless, a protector. Teaching little kids the way of the Force, hell… I could have went and learned about the force more myself but ehh… I use what I know. And no, I don’t use it in official fights unless I’m fightin’ an alien that has too many physical advantages. Promise. On the outside… It’s free game.”
“Free game… Yet my biggest weakness is I don’t use any weapons at all? Wrong. That’s not a weakness lass. Me fists hit like orbital bombs. My kicks will splinter your leg bones into little tiny pieces that will poke out of your flesh and say hello to me while you’re on your way down to the ground. Yea… So what if I get shot at? I’m fast, people miss. Lightsabers? Kriff em, it’s risky but I’ve done alright against them so far. That traveling circus of Matukai taught me how to flow like water, no lightsaber is catching me unless they’re really kriffing lucky. Though… I do admit, being stuck hand to hand against literally every weapon out there is the biggest handicap I got. Why? I don’t like weapons, any coward can pull the trigger… It takes a real beast to use his own body to do his dirty work.”
“We done here lady? Alright… Overall I’m a good lad. My temper gets the best of me and I’m highly competitive. Adrenaline is my favorite drug, alcohol being the second. My craft, my martial arts keeps me centered and gives me a relationship with the force even though I can’t do none of that crazy telekinesis chit. I love me a good drink and a beautiful lass, the finer things in life. I would say I’m loyal to a fault but in this bidness I haven’t found a man or woman or alien I trust yet so not too sure on that one. I’m the big mean fighter with a soft core, is that what you want to hear? Yea? Are we done? Good, this seat’s hurting me arse.”
▵Inmate Review
After carefully studying Crom McCready’s history and personality interviews we can confirm that Inmate 95284921 is indeed force sensitive and guilty of his crimes. While appearing as a loud and boisterous fighter with a foul mouth he is force sensitive and is trained to some degree by some strange force using group unrelated to the Jedi. Crom McCready has openly admitted to not only being force sensitive but also committing crimes for his clients, while not direct admissions of guilt he is considered to be a dangerous man even without being armed. Said indirect admissions further confirm our suspicions of him being a regular lawbreaker, allowing us to sentence him accordingly.
Based on compounding data from both interviews his biggest strength and biggest weakness is his overly confident nature. He is very sound in his combat skills but is overzealous with what he is capable of. He uses this to not only hide anguish over losing his adopted family but also to hide his horrific childhood as a slave. His personality type is suited for the illegal line of work he is in to supplement his professional fighting career due to his rough upbringing and terrible formative years. He has no known assets, wasting his money in a vicious circle. With proper guidance and rehabilitation in a correctional facility he could be an upstanding member of society.
Crom McCready compromised this secure facility today and escaped. We are currently investigating how this was possible. He is now at large and extremely dangerous.
▵Powers and Abilities
Currently equipped with nothing but the clothes on his back, Crom uses his mixed martial arts experience while he also enhances his natural born abilities with the force. He's fast, he hits hard and he's spent his entire life becoming a well-trained weapon. He plans to acquire some modified shock boxing gloves to further make it fair for him to fight those with melee weapons or blasters but for now he's just here to punch things. (And when I find the time to edit this anymore, do you see all of those words I just wrote? Damn.)
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