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Kenrik Rollo
AGE
► Thirty Seven
SPECIES
► Feeorin
HEIGHT
► 6'1"
WEIGHT
► 210lbs
EYE COLOR
► Yellow
HAIR COLOR
► N/A
HOMEWORLD
► Kessel
GENDER
► Male
FACTION
► Independant
RANK
► Scoundrel (Smuggler)
FORCE SENSITIVITY
► No
BIOGRAPHY
Slavery is never an easy life but it was the only one Kenrik had known. Immediately separated from his family upon his birth, the Feeorin infant was ‘raised’ in a separate slave group so as to keep his parents focused on their tasks rather than the massive responsibility of caring for a young child. By the age of four the young boy would find himself working in the spice mines, assisting in hauling the harvested substance to the surface to be collected and shipped off world for processing into the illegal substance that was dominating the underworld.
Hard labour and little food would destroy most slaves, many who had been born in servitude not living long enough to see their sixteenth year, but Kenrik had proven himself to be different in large part due to his species. Another aspect that had set him apart from his brothers and sisters in chains was his determination. While slaves would fall and potentially die from exhaustion, the Feeorin never seemed to tire. He never stopped working unless forced to by his Overseers by means of electro-whip. Still, his work ethic caught the eye of his superiors and he would eventually find himself brought before his Masters.
Worrying that Kenrik would one day serve as a rallying figure for a slave uprising, those who kept the mines in operation saw an opportunity in the form of the Feeorin. Beginning to receive special treatment to keep him content in exchange for using his influence over the other slaves, it became clear to them that Kenrik was no threat. His only concern was that of his own well being. The others below held little meaning to the man and it was this self absorption that would lead to his escape. Being kept in the palace and the trust he had earned from his Master’s allowed Kenrik the opportunity to remove his slave collar and smuggle himself on board a spice freighter headed towards the Core, escaping with a small briefcase of refined spice of his own...
Equipment
+Briefcase of high quality spice
+BW-713 Blackhand Blaster Pistol
+ Civilian garments with a ragged brown cloak
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