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Elias Odai
Senate Guard, Captain
SPECIES: Firrerreo
AGE: 32
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 1.83 m
WEIGHT: 103.6 kg
EYES: Vibrant green
HAIR: Fairly long and coarse, mix of blond and very dark brown in colour, styled in medium-length dreadlocks
SKIN: Gold typically, changes to silver when angered or frightened
CREDITS: 1000
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Long canine teeth, cybernetic left arm
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
"Present arms!" Elias barked. Twenty-one blaster rifles were lifted aloft with almost mechanical synchronization and each fired one shot. As soon as the sound of the blast faded, another shot was fired. The detachment of guardsmen fired one last shot, and allowed the echo to fade entirely. The drum line took it from there as the pallbearers lifted the casket and carried it from the ceremony chambers, followed by the fallen guard's pregnant widow. Krath, Eli hated doing these funerals. This was the second fresh recruit they had lost in six weeks. As the young widow wailed, Eli was almost grateful for the fact that he survived his wife and child, not the other way around. Almost.
The thirty-two-year-old Firrerreon knew that he was going to die in the line of duty. Senate Guards didn't have the greatest life expectancy in times such as these. The only reason he still lived was because of his species' hallmark quality; rapid healing. Only a month earlier he had had his neck broken by accident while sparring with a newer recruit. The other guards were able to talk the recruit down pretty quickly, assuring him he wouldn't be arrested for causing the death of a commanding officer. In his fourteen years of service to the Republic, Elias had earned a reputation. The man who couldn't be killed was what they called him. Nothing could be farther from the truth. The cybernetic arm he had been fitted with two and a half years ago was a testament that not all injuries could heal completely. While killing him would be a difficult task, Eli knew that he was not immortal.
COMPOSITION AND APPEARANCE:
Elias is reasonably tall, with wide shoulders, a thick chest, long legs and lots of muscle. He lost his left arm at the elbow while diffusing a bomb in an apartment complex in the Coruscanti lower city, but thankfully the blast from the homemade device was rather small. His own rapid healing abilities took care of the rest of his injuries, but his left arm now sports a cybernetic-enhanced prosthetic. He is often on duty and so is most often found in the fairly standard Senate Guard unifrom, but sports a small amount of silver ornamentation to denote his rank. He tends to relax in cargo pants and a muscle shirt. He often has to bundle his dreads up in order to fit them in a helmet, and sometimes forgets to take them down when he comes off patrol.
PERSONALITY:
Elias' line of work demands patience and sound composure. He worked demolitions for so long that he tends to always keep a calm, cool, even temperament. Even though he's not disarming explosives anymore, Eli finds a lot of pleasure in active pastimes. Whether it's combat training or tinkering, Eli loves to dig in and forget about his worries. He still gets upset a bit when the topic of his family comes up, but after fours years he's starting to cope with their deaths and move on.
Eli also has a fairly strong moral compass, and has for most of his life. He tends to lose his patience with people who harass anyone who doesn't deserve it, or who can't stand up for themselves. Whether it's gangsters picking on a man down on his luck or drunk hooligans harassing the womenfolk in the area, Elias won't tolerate their shenanigans.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Eli is an able shot, but his battle prowess is in hand-to-hand combat. Being a Firrerreo, he is exceptionally tough to kill, with minor wounds healing in minutes while serious injuries can usually heal in hours. He's not invincible however, and damage to the brain or heart means he's in serious trouble. Eli is also skilled at handling explosives and is a talented mechanic. He's no fool either. His fairly calm composure also means he's pretty level-headed in combat, and he tends to have fairly sound battle tactics.
Elias is not much on an infiltrator. Repeated damage to his ear drums, particularly the accident that cost him his arm, has finally resulted in some scarring that makes him a little hard of hearing. As a result, he often fails to keep his voice down and usually can't hide from enemies before they're aware of his presence. He's also not much of a pilot. Sure, he can handle a one-man fighter easily enough, but he can't handle larger, clunkier crafts like freighters or even personnel transport.
BIOGRAPHY:
Eli was born and raised on Coruscant, and so managed to shrug off his parents' superstitious beliefs that he can own a person's name by knowing it. Playing in the streets in a subdivision controlled by gangsters quickly taught him that just because you knew a person's name did not give you mystical powers to control them. Three beatings from a teacher at school with a cane made it a solid lesson. Two less merciful beatings from the gangsters made it stick.
In his teenage years, Elias took to street fighting, and his size for his age certainly gave him an advantage. However, he got arrested when he was eighteen after getting in a fight with some drunk, off-duty soldiers who were getting a little too rough with a female Twi'lek who wasn't as attracted to men in uniform as the soldiers had hoped. The judge at his hearing a week later dismissed the charges against him, and after testifying at the trials against the three miscreants, they were dishonorably discharged. Outside the court hall, the Senate Guard who had made the arrest spoke with Eli, commending him for assisting a citizen in distress. The Republic, he said, could use more men like him. A month later, Eli enrolled at the Coruscant Police Academy.
The first year of his service was spent learning how to investigate, and he was alo given proper combat training. He refined his skills as a hand-to-hand combatant and spent a lot of time working out, building up both his strength and endurance. He also learned to scrutinize every detail, which rumors to listen to, and what terrorists to look out for. It was the terrorists he sought to repel, so Eli decided to take specialized training in demolitions, feeling it was the best way he could protect the people of Coruscant. He took to it like a fish to water. For the next three years Elias was dispatched all over the planet to investigate any suspicious device, and disarm those that were real threats. His mind was completely occupied with the science of detonation. Well, not entirely. When he was twenty-two, Elias met the love of his life. Her name was Chitsa. Six months later, they got married. Two years after that, she gave birth to a little girl that they named Anooke. It was early in his wife's pregnancy that Elias was recognized by the Senate Guard Academy as an outstanding officer. He was honest and loyal, an expert in his field, and a force to be reckoned with in combat. He graduated before his daughter's first birthday, and quickly climbed through the ranks.
Things went horribly wrong when the First Hutt War broke out and terrorism on Coruscant spiked. His beautiful family were civilian casualties of one attack when a small freighter crashed into a residential district. Things went from bad to worse in the Cold War, really just adding insult to injury. It shouldn't be much of a surprise that the insult was further injury. Eli was called in to take care of a suspicious device found in a dilapidated apartment complex on his home turf. The residents had been evacuated by the time he got there, and a perimeter established. However, with the chaos of the hasty evacuation, no one knew that Elias was not alone in the building.
The device itself was a rather small, pathetic thing hidden under the bed of the apartment's resident, who was a judge in the Superior Court. It was little more than a modified frag grenade hooked up to a switch under the mattress, designed to detonate once the man went to bed and probably intended maim rather than kill him, since the mattresses would protect him from most of the shrapnel. The disgruntled gangster who had planted it hadn't had the chance to get away though as the would-be victim had come home early, forcing him to take cover in the closet. Afraid of being recognized by his target during the evacuation, the Gran had stayed there until all was quiet, but then Eli got in his way. The ruffian had hoped to sneak away while Eli was distracted with the bomb, but the alien tripping over the refuse scattered about the room unfortunately caused the guardsman to look around. The Gran mobster shot him three times in the chest and fled. The hand on the wire cutters clenched involuntarily and the device detonated, taking off Eli's arm. Luckily, his armor reduced the deadliness of the blaster shots to shallow wounds that healed by the time law enforcement was able to find him, and the stump of an arm he had left was starting to show signs of closing on its own. The thug that shot Eli was chased down by a few police droids and shot dead when he refused to lower his blaster.
It was several painful months before Eli was fitted for a proper prosthetic. Even with the improvements in cybernetic technology, he quickly came to the realization that his career in demolitions was at an end without the help of the doctors or the other guards. It was just too dangerous and precise a field for him to try to work in with a prosthetic limb. However, he is still a useful consultant on such matters. He was promoted about a year ago to his current rank.
KILLS:
None
DUELING RING MATCHES:
None
GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES:
None
ROLE-PLAYS:
None
Senate Guard, Captain
SPECIES: Firrerreo
AGE: 32
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 1.83 m
WEIGHT: 103.6 kg
EYES: Vibrant green
HAIR: Fairly long and coarse, mix of blond and very dark brown in colour, styled in medium-length dreadlocks
SKIN: Gold typically, changes to silver when angered or frightened
CREDITS: 1000
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Long canine teeth, cybernetic left arm
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
"Present arms!" Elias barked. Twenty-one blaster rifles were lifted aloft with almost mechanical synchronization and each fired one shot. As soon as the sound of the blast faded, another shot was fired. The detachment of guardsmen fired one last shot, and allowed the echo to fade entirely. The drum line took it from there as the pallbearers lifted the casket and carried it from the ceremony chambers, followed by the fallen guard's pregnant widow. Krath, Eli hated doing these funerals. This was the second fresh recruit they had lost in six weeks. As the young widow wailed, Eli was almost grateful for the fact that he survived his wife and child, not the other way around. Almost.
The thirty-two-year-old Firrerreon knew that he was going to die in the line of duty. Senate Guards didn't have the greatest life expectancy in times such as these. The only reason he still lived was because of his species' hallmark quality; rapid healing. Only a month earlier he had had his neck broken by accident while sparring with a newer recruit. The other guards were able to talk the recruit down pretty quickly, assuring him he wouldn't be arrested for causing the death of a commanding officer. In his fourteen years of service to the Republic, Elias had earned a reputation. The man who couldn't be killed was what they called him. Nothing could be farther from the truth. The cybernetic arm he had been fitted with two and a half years ago was a testament that not all injuries could heal completely. While killing him would be a difficult task, Eli knew that he was not immortal.
COMPOSITION AND APPEARANCE:
Elias is reasonably tall, with wide shoulders, a thick chest, long legs and lots of muscle. He lost his left arm at the elbow while diffusing a bomb in an apartment complex in the Coruscanti lower city, but thankfully the blast from the homemade device was rather small. His own rapid healing abilities took care of the rest of his injuries, but his left arm now sports a cybernetic-enhanced prosthetic. He is often on duty and so is most often found in the fairly standard Senate Guard unifrom, but sports a small amount of silver ornamentation to denote his rank. He tends to relax in cargo pants and a muscle shirt. He often has to bundle his dreads up in order to fit them in a helmet, and sometimes forgets to take them down when he comes off patrol.
PERSONALITY:
Elias' line of work demands patience and sound composure. He worked demolitions for so long that he tends to always keep a calm, cool, even temperament. Even though he's not disarming explosives anymore, Eli finds a lot of pleasure in active pastimes. Whether it's combat training or tinkering, Eli loves to dig in and forget about his worries. He still gets upset a bit when the topic of his family comes up, but after fours years he's starting to cope with their deaths and move on.
Eli also has a fairly strong moral compass, and has for most of his life. He tends to lose his patience with people who harass anyone who doesn't deserve it, or who can't stand up for themselves. Whether it's gangsters picking on a man down on his luck or drunk hooligans harassing the womenfolk in the area, Elias won't tolerate their shenanigans.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Eli is an able shot, but his battle prowess is in hand-to-hand combat. Being a Firrerreo, he is exceptionally tough to kill, with minor wounds healing in minutes while serious injuries can usually heal in hours. He's not invincible however, and damage to the brain or heart means he's in serious trouble. Eli is also skilled at handling explosives and is a talented mechanic. He's no fool either. His fairly calm composure also means he's pretty level-headed in combat, and he tends to have fairly sound battle tactics.
Elias is not much on an infiltrator. Repeated damage to his ear drums, particularly the accident that cost him his arm, has finally resulted in some scarring that makes him a little hard of hearing. As a result, he often fails to keep his voice down and usually can't hide from enemies before they're aware of his presence. He's also not much of a pilot. Sure, he can handle a one-man fighter easily enough, but he can't handle larger, clunkier crafts like freighters or even personnel transport.
BIOGRAPHY:
Eli was born and raised on Coruscant, and so managed to shrug off his parents' superstitious beliefs that he can own a person's name by knowing it. Playing in the streets in a subdivision controlled by gangsters quickly taught him that just because you knew a person's name did not give you mystical powers to control them. Three beatings from a teacher at school with a cane made it a solid lesson. Two less merciful beatings from the gangsters made it stick.
In his teenage years, Elias took to street fighting, and his size for his age certainly gave him an advantage. However, he got arrested when he was eighteen after getting in a fight with some drunk, off-duty soldiers who were getting a little too rough with a female Twi'lek who wasn't as attracted to men in uniform as the soldiers had hoped. The judge at his hearing a week later dismissed the charges against him, and after testifying at the trials against the three miscreants, they were dishonorably discharged. Outside the court hall, the Senate Guard who had made the arrest spoke with Eli, commending him for assisting a citizen in distress. The Republic, he said, could use more men like him. A month later, Eli enrolled at the Coruscant Police Academy.
The first year of his service was spent learning how to investigate, and he was alo given proper combat training. He refined his skills as a hand-to-hand combatant and spent a lot of time working out, building up both his strength and endurance. He also learned to scrutinize every detail, which rumors to listen to, and what terrorists to look out for. It was the terrorists he sought to repel, so Eli decided to take specialized training in demolitions, feeling it was the best way he could protect the people of Coruscant. He took to it like a fish to water. For the next three years Elias was dispatched all over the planet to investigate any suspicious device, and disarm those that were real threats. His mind was completely occupied with the science of detonation. Well, not entirely. When he was twenty-two, Elias met the love of his life. Her name was Chitsa. Six months later, they got married. Two years after that, she gave birth to a little girl that they named Anooke. It was early in his wife's pregnancy that Elias was recognized by the Senate Guard Academy as an outstanding officer. He was honest and loyal, an expert in his field, and a force to be reckoned with in combat. He graduated before his daughter's first birthday, and quickly climbed through the ranks.
Things went horribly wrong when the First Hutt War broke out and terrorism on Coruscant spiked. His beautiful family were civilian casualties of one attack when a small freighter crashed into a residential district. Things went from bad to worse in the Cold War, really just adding insult to injury. It shouldn't be much of a surprise that the insult was further injury. Eli was called in to take care of a suspicious device found in a dilapidated apartment complex on his home turf. The residents had been evacuated by the time he got there, and a perimeter established. However, with the chaos of the hasty evacuation, no one knew that Elias was not alone in the building.
The device itself was a rather small, pathetic thing hidden under the bed of the apartment's resident, who was a judge in the Superior Court. It was little more than a modified frag grenade hooked up to a switch under the mattress, designed to detonate once the man went to bed and probably intended maim rather than kill him, since the mattresses would protect him from most of the shrapnel. The disgruntled gangster who had planted it hadn't had the chance to get away though as the would-be victim had come home early, forcing him to take cover in the closet. Afraid of being recognized by his target during the evacuation, the Gran had stayed there until all was quiet, but then Eli got in his way. The ruffian had hoped to sneak away while Eli was distracted with the bomb, but the alien tripping over the refuse scattered about the room unfortunately caused the guardsman to look around. The Gran mobster shot him three times in the chest and fled. The hand on the wire cutters clenched involuntarily and the device detonated, taking off Eli's arm. Luckily, his armor reduced the deadliness of the blaster shots to shallow wounds that healed by the time law enforcement was able to find him, and the stump of an arm he had left was starting to show signs of closing on its own. The thug that shot Eli was chased down by a few police droids and shot dead when he refused to lower his blaster.
It was several painful months before Eli was fitted for a proper prosthetic. Even with the improvements in cybernetic technology, he quickly came to the realization that his career in demolitions was at an end without the help of the doctors or the other guards. It was just too dangerous and precise a field for him to try to work in with a prosthetic limb. However, he is still a useful consultant on such matters. He was promoted about a year ago to his current rank.
KILLS:
None
DUELING RING MATCHES:
None
GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES:
None
ROLE-PLAYS:
None
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