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| "In every life, there comes a day of reckoning - a time when unsettled scores demand retribution, and our own lies and transgressions are finally laid bare." — Emily Thorne |
| ▹ NAME Harmin Vegue ◂ ▹ HOMEWORLD Morellia ◂ ▹ AFFILIATION The Hutt Cartel ◂ ▹ POSITION Prospect ◂ |
Harmin Vegue is a recent Prospect for the infamous Hutt Cartel. A member of the near-extinct Morellian species, Harmin spent several decades as a Morellian Enforcer, policing the Morellian Commonwealth. After transgressions committed, Harmin now seeks solace within the Hutt Cartel, using them for funding and sources to find his wife and make amends.
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| SKILLS |
is capable of handling the immense recoil that comes with the weapon. Several decades of using and maintaining his firearm has made firing it second nature to him; an extension of his arm. Among these combat skills, Harmin's life as an Enforcer has made him a skilled manhunter, capable of tracking even the most slippery criminal.
Inspired by the legendary survival skills of the late Barosa Warren, the foremost master of survival and a member of his species, Harmin has adopted survival skills in hopes of one day becoming the equal of Warren. Knowledgeable in a number of security systems, Harmin considers himself a decent slicer. His time in the galaxy has trained him to be fluent in Bocce, has taught him to understand - but not speak - Huttese and Shyriiwook, and helped him learn the language of the droids.
Harmin can pilot most forms of vehicles, as ninety years of practice has honed his skills. While not as skilled as a fighter ace, he's still capable of holding his own in a fight. Similarly, Harmin is moderately decent at wrangling animals and riding them, should the need arise.
novice ▹ apprentice ▹ adept ▹ expert ▹ master
| BASIC master | BOCCE expert | HUTTESE adept | SHYRIIWOOK adept | BINARY expert |
| DISGUISE apprentice | SLICING adept | INVESTIGATION expert | SECURITY expert | PICKPOCKET adept |
| PILOT (spacecraft) expert | PILOT (aerial) adept | PILOT (ground) expert | PILOT (submersible) adept | ANIMAL HANDLING adept |
| MELEE adept | SMALL ARMS expert | DEMOLITIONS apprentice | SURVIVAL adept | TRACKING expert |
Guilty Man — Nik Ammar | Devil Gets Your Soul — Nick Nolan | Blood On My Name — The Brothers Bright |
| BIOGRAPHY |
Harmin Vegue was born on Morellia to his father Lack Vegue and the prostitute Saora Visgar. Harmin was their one and only son before the subsequent death of his mother at the hands of the Morellian Enforcers for the sins of a past life. Despite this, Harmin's childhood was relatively happy. His father, once a decorated Enforcer, now spent his time teaching the young Harmin the grim reality of life so as to harden him for future trauma. Though they were not obscenely poor, the two were well off in the sense that they had the basic necessities of shelter, food, and water. Young Harmin was lively, energetic, and often got himself into fights. When not with his father, the boy dreamt of a better life far away, exploring the galaxy like the smugglers in the legends told by the other children. He had yet to develop a pragmatic view on life.
Harmin never received a formal education, his father firmly believing that such things were for women, not the men defending them. Despite this, Harmin often snuck away and was taught by his childhood sweetheart, Kieri D'lule, how to read and write. They kept this secret from everyone but themselves, fearing the retribution that might occur. Despite the delay in education, Harmin learned quickly. When not studying in secrecy, Harmin spent time with his father training in basic survival and tracking skills, as well as being taught the intricacies of the .48-caliber Enforcer pistol owned by his father. Harmin nicknamed the slugthrower Big Red, after the crimson splatters of blood on the barrel, unknowing that this was the dried blood of his mother, killed by her husband in a drunken rage.
If he had learned to read and write quickly, he learned to shoot and maintain his gun at an alarming pace. After his father's discovery of his late-night clandestine study sessions, he was forbidden to ever see the girl again. This devastated Harmin, but allowed him to focus all of his attention on survival, investigation, and combat training. Through a series of proxies, Harmin managed to relay to Kieri when and where he'd be doing his training away from the sight of his father. The two rebellious souls spent what little time they had together fooling around and enjoying the company before one or the other had to disappear before discovery. Fearful of his father's retribution if he were discovered, Harmin trained thrice as hard and quickly became a talented gunslinger at an age earlier than his father expected. From this, Harmin developed a sense of pragmatic determination to defend his home and his love.
Harmin's destiny continued to unfold as he unsurprisingly became a Morellian Enforcer at the age of twenty-eight, shortly after he had married his childhood sweetheart, following in his father's footsteps. Rather than immediately throwing him out in Wild Space to ensure the safety of the Morellian Commonwealth, the Enforcers trained him further for years. Taught by the foremost experts of his people the ways of survival, investigation, tracking, piloting, and self-defense, Harmin improved upon his already-keen skills. His knowledge in the signature .48-caliber Enforcer pistol impressed his instructors and his training was sped along as a result. After a few months of Enforcer training, Harmin was officially inducted into the Morellian Enforcers and was assigned a partner - a man by the name of Azka Rask.
The first few years were relatively uneventful; mostly Harmin and Azka handling small-time criminals or would-be pirates on the fringes of the Commonwealth. The two became fast friends, able to trust the safety of one another with each other. Azka was like Harmin's other half; a lively, energetic, always-optimistic man to contrast Harmin's quiet, cynical, pragmatic attitude that he adopted over time. He reminded Harmin of his younger self.
However, Harmin would learn that Azka's happiness concealed the corruption inside him. During rudimentary vessel inspections or runs through frontier towns on fringe worlds to ensure their safety, he'd pilfer items of value, using his status as an Enforcer to intimidate the owners should he get caught. This went on for years as the two worked together without Harmin knowing, as he often took the lead and handled many matters on his own while Azka cleaned up after him. It wasn't until he was discovered accosting an old man for his family's rifle, an expensive piece that Azka desired for himself, did Harmin learn his partner's true nature. Harmin stepped in and defended the elderly man, forcing Azka to back off. Their relationship became strained after this, and Harmin refused to speak with his partner for several days.
Assignments became awkward as Harmin refused to leave his partner out of his sight, much to the detriment of their relationship. After awhile it had seemed like Harmin had forgiven his former friend until one assignment to Harmin's hometown to clear out some pirates. The mission went well and the two either killed or drove away the brigands before deciding they had earned some R&R time. Harmin showed his partner around and introduced him to his wife, Kieri, and their one son. The two, for the most part, stayed off on their own; Azka exploring the town and Harmin spending time with his family.
Late one night, Harmin was returning from the desert surrounding his hometown after a three-day trek through the expanse to maintain his survival skills. As he approached his home, a scream and a gunshot was heard from within. Drawing his .48-caliber Enforcer pistol, Harmin kicked open the door and was ready to kill. He was met with a sight that had nearly stopped his heart; his wife laid naked, huddled in the corner of the small room; his boy was slumped against the wall, a hole through his head as the crimson fluid dripped down into a puddle below. In the center of it all Azka stood, his expression that of apathy. Without thinking, Harmin placed a .48 round in his legs, dropping the man to his knees. The man pleaded for mercy. He wanted Harmin to hear him out.
The two shots put in his head didn't.
When an Enforcer dies, especially when killed by his partner, the word gets out fast. Harmin knew this and moved quickly. He gathered his wife - who had become silent and broken - and gave her all the money he had, telling her to take the first ship off-planet and to somewhere safer. He promised one day to return to her, but he refused to keep her in danger.
Harmin knew the Enforcers would be on their way and he had no intention of being caught. He left town, his house burning, a brilliant beacon in the darkness, behind him as the corpse of Azka Rask swung in the breeze, hung from a tree not too far away from the site. He marched across the desert to the now-abandoned hideout of the pirates he and his partner had cleared out, seeking the ship they no longer would be using. What little resistance he met was put down like a sick dog and left for the critters in the dark. He moved with purpose and the image of his life being destroyed before him was fresh in his mind. He was not going to allow himself be judged for the death of an Enforcer-turned-criminal. Harmin left Morellia before the night was over.
His son dead, his wife broken and on her own, his life destroyed, Harmin had no choice but to flee the expanse of Wild Space towards civilized lands to escape the long reach of the Enforcers. He knew they would deem him a threat, an animal to be killed for his crimes. He was a wanted man, no better than the criminals he handled.
Over the next few years Harmin spent his time by himself, alone with his thoughts, drifting from planet to planet. He needed to find Kieri, but had neither the funds nor the contacts to do so. He didn't even know if she made it off the planet. He had hoped the death of Azka would heal his heart, but found it even more in pain. He trusted his partner for years, yet why he would do a calloused act to his friend baffled Harmin. He hated the galaxy because no matter his pain, it kept moving on, millions dying daily without anyone batting an eye. Over time he found himself picking up freelance bounty hunting jobs to bring in debt collectors, thieves, rapists, murderers, and everything in-between. He needed to earn credits and he needed to find out the fate of his wife.
The money was poor and the scum was nothing compared to the cruelty of the fringe pirates, but it was progress. He made a small fortune, only to have it stolen away from him one day during a visit to Nar Shaddaa. He found the Muun responsible and moved to be rid of him, which would have been easy, even with his Feeorin bodyguards with him. Harmin would have dispatched the group with ease, had they not identified themselves as members of the Hutt Cartel. The Muun admired Harmin's bravado and determination, ignoring the possibility of death, and offered him a chance to prove himself to the Cartel or face their punishment.
With his desperation to find his wife's whereabouts, Harmin accepted the Muun's offer. The Muun appreciated games of wit, and challenged Harmin to bring him a broken shell of a man, down on his luck, with nothing but his blood and grit to keep him moving on. Harmin stared at the Muun for a second, perplexed by the challenge, before it dawned on him. He stepped one step closer to the Muun and offered himself. The Muun gave a nasally chuckle before turning to walk away. Before he left, Harmin asked him what was going to happen now. The Muun turned and looked at him with a mischievous grin.
"The devil gets your soul, now."
| ASSETS & EQUIPMENT |
| PRIMARY .48-caliber enforcer pistol | SIDEARM acp breakaway scattergun | ARMOR morellian oilcoat/gear | RESERVE none |
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✗: Ongoing ▹ ✓: Completed ▹✗: Abandoned |
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