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Name: Sreem'ik'kayat

A.K.A.: "Mikk"

Species: Chiss

Age: 33

Sex: Male

Faction: None/Freelance

Rank: N/A

BIOGRAPHY​

Sreem'ik'kayat, core name Mikk, was born on the chiss capital world of Csilla in the unknown regions of the galaxy to commoner parents. Not born to any of the ruling families, Mikk carved his own path in the world. Or at the very least attempted to. As soon as he was of age the young Chiss joined his local academy. Immersing himself in the history and culture of his people. However... For Mikk that was never enough. Despite sharing his peoples general disdain for rule-breaking, young Mikk felt that he could do more than just read dusty old datafiles. So, with that special red sparkle in his eye, he sought to... Borrow... A selection of artifacts. Artifacts dating back to the early settling of Csilla itself.

This, predictably, did not go to plan. He was caught by the local security forces on his way back to his dwelling. His attempts to explain himself only made matters worse, as at the end of the day Mikk was utterly unrepentant. He felt that he had been doing the right thing. That he could figure things out that no other Chiss could manage. He fancied himself more clever, more able to connect the obscure dots. In fact, after the initial incident, he tried again. This time attempting to...Liberate... A set of original datasheets regarding changes in the Cheunh language based on family group and planet of birth. This second offense, along with a rather undignified outburst to his arresting officers and a continued disregard for the law rewarded Mikk with the worst punishment a Chiss can endure. Oh, there were other factors involved. Power plays far above his paygrade, so to speak. Enemies in high places. But ultimately, the end result was the same. Exile.

Set down on an uninhabited world on the edge of the Unknown regions with only the most basic of resources, Mikk was left to fend for himself. Disgraced, exiled, and almost completely ignorant to the galaxy at large outside of Chiss space. Isolation was... New. True he'd always been withdrawn in his work but this? To be cut off entirely from his own people? This was torture unlike any he'd experienced before. It was by sheer luck that, not even a week into his exile, a smuggler freighter attempting to use the world as a cache for ill gotten gains. After some confusion over language, Mikk managed to convey to the Captain that he wished for passage to the nearest inhabited planet. Preferably one without other Chiss. And so, after an agreement was made that Mikk help identify some artifacts from the unknown regions in exchange for his passage, Mikk made his way to not so civilized space. Plying his trade and picking up Basic relatively quickly.

This leads us to present day. Mikk works taking odd jobs here and there. When he can manage it, plying his skills as a Chiss of learning. When he can't... Well, he'll take what he can to keep rations in his stomach and access to information.

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Appearance​

Posessing the tell-tale blue skin and red eyes of his people, Mikk looks much like any other Chiss. His face is usually set in either an aloof smile or a self satisfied smirk. Not that he actually feels self satisfied. Call it resting Chiss face. His hair is Jet black, his teeth are white, and his only other identifying feature is a scar on his left palm from an accident with a cooking utensil.

Personality​

As far as Chiss go, Mikk can be exceptionally... Focused. Once he zeros in on a problem he will not rest until he has found a solution that he considers satisfactory. His ambition is not money or power, but knowledge. In his mind... Knowledge IS power. The opportunity to learn something new, the ultimate reward. While polite and cordial to those he meets, he views most of them as mere stepping stones. A means to an end. There are very few people who he truly considers his friends, and almost none he considers his equals. That said, Mikk can be quite charming when the situation calls for it. (And assuming he has enough cultural data to affect the responses he desires.)