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Age: 63
Height: 5'9
Weight: 150 lbs
Physical Condition: Athletic with health problems.
Notable Disabilities:
- Lungs affected from heavy smoking and vibroblade chest wound.
- Permanent hearing damage from extensive combat.
- Lasting physical and emotional pains from military service.
Hair Color: Light brown (graying)
Eye Color: Blue
Body Markings:
- Scars on lower left side of body, caused by shrapnel and combustion.
- Identical scar on chest and back, caused by entry and exit wound from a vibroblade.
- Large scar on right side of neck, origin unknown.
Subject is certainly very bright; shows strong signs of heightened abstract thought. Intelligence and thoughtfulness is apparent through the way he articulates his thoughts. Similar personalities have tendencies to think out loud or talk to themselves, no such behavior seems to be present in subject. Subject displays impressive social skills; very magnetic personality; very refreshing to converse with. Military service seems to have left a severe emotional imprint. Upon mentioning his time at war, subject shows signs of post-traumatic stress disorder. Subject appears to have an unhealthy attachment to these memories, becomes lost in thought after too long of focus on the topic; subject may be at risk of developing dementia in the future. Subject shows high levels of confidence and ambition, possibly unhealthy, difficult to say at this point in evaluation.
After extended evaluation, subject shows signs of manic-depressive illness. History of substance abuse suggests emotional dependence, but subject seems to have developed an impressive ability to cope with pain and losses. In conclusion, despite damage, and considering his difficult life experiences, subject has been judged to be in exceptional psychological health. Additional evaluation has been scheduled for ten years from today to ensure maintained health. REASONING: Subject may be prone to psychosis and future mental disabilities.
-Signed, Dr. Keyyl-Nin Ruu
After extended evaluation, subject shows signs of manic-depressive illness. History of substance abuse suggests emotional dependence, but subject seems to have developed an impressive ability to cope with pain and losses. In conclusion, despite damage, and considering his difficult life experiences, subject has been judged to be in exceptional psychological health. Additional evaluation has been scheduled for ten years from today to ensure maintained health. REASONING: Subject may be prone to psychosis and future mental disabilities.
-Signed, Dr. Keyyl-Nin Ruu
A Broken Covenant (A recorded account from an interview with Lucidron's wartime brother in arms: a Cathar named Teshen Xencori at the age of 57. Taken from the biography "Harsh Winter: the Story of Lucidron Angel" by Peleto Mukrui.)
"Angel? Heh, sure, I knew him. He's slimiest bastard you'd ever know. A long time ago I used to call that man my closest friend. That's the thing about him; you could never figure out whether the guy was the scum of the galaxy, or a beacon of hope for it. Hell, I think he doesn't even know half the time. When I first met him, we were fighter pilots for the alliance, assigned to the same squadron. A couple of greenhorns, that's all we were back then, fresh out of the academy, we were probably only twenty two years old. I don't think either of us really had any idea what we were in for."
I remember really looking up to him, he was a cool cat, no doubt about it. Always finding his way into trouble. Any other guy would've been discharged for the stunts he pulled, but he was such an ace I don't think the brass could ever bring themselves to pull him. I got to know him playing sabacc and smoking cigarettes at night when we were supposed to be sleeping in the barracks. We got along pretty well, he was an interesting fella, very smart, very educated."
His head was up in the clouds alot, you know what I mean? Alot of the time it seemed like he was somewhere else, thinking about something real complicated. Anyways, we ended up getting assinged to this old warship: the Third Winter. The captain was this senile old guy. I remember him like it was yesterday, that man carved himself into your brain like a scar. Captain Gulheim; a human, like Angel, I could swear he was 80 years old."
Thick grey hair, falling out everywhere. The old man's hairline receded back past his ears, but what hair he did have was pretty long. The Alliance Navy must have forgotten about him or something, 'cause he was not up to grooming standards, not to mention the damn gargoyle should've been retired. His eyes were faded and he had long beard. I'd be a liar if I said he didn't wear that uniform well though, and he certainly deserved that old ship."
Like I said before, Gulheim seemed senile until we got into action. Once battle started, it was like he woke up; he didn't seem so old anymore. The crew from the Third Winter went without a single casualty for three years, through thirty skirmishes. Gulheim kept us safe, if there was a medal, he earned it in that war. Our luck finally ran out over Froswythe after we we walked straight into a trap. Most of us were killed and the Third Winter was nearly lost after it had to make an emergency crash landing. The Alliance didn't lose the territory, but it came close."
Angel was shot down right in front of my eyes during the fighting. You can imagine my surprise when I found out he survived. I didn't hear about him for a few years after that, but it turned out he made a full recovery and went to college to get a degree in history and politics or something along those lines. He wound up coming back right around the time the Third Winter was back to its old self. He wasn't a pilot anymore though, this time he served right alongside Gulheim as a captain of his own warship: the Fourth Winter in honor of the old bastard."
Angel had me transferred to his ship and promoted to advise him in the command deck. I missed flying sometimes, but it was easy to get comfortable up there with an old friend; not as much of a risk of getting blown to spacedust. He ambitious at this point in his career, not only as a naval officer, but in politics. It was this whole other convoluted war that made the fighting seem like the easy part. I never really got too much into it, never much like politicians myself."
Gulheim took Angel under his wing though, kept him focused in the right direction. I knew they were doing good for the greater galaxy, so I would've followed them to the end of my days. Angel was a great tactician, just like Gulheim; he always had a plan, even if it didn't always seem like it. I spent quite a long time with him in that war, and I was lucky to live through it. What most people don't know is what happened after the Guantlet incident. Most people still think he died there, others think he washed up somewhere in the outer-rim and never came back."
Personally I think both might be true. What's the Gauntlet incident? Long story short, Angel disobeyed a direct order from Gulheim and the Fourth Winter ended up marooned on an uncharted world somewhere in the unknown regions. Other than that, I'm not at liberty to say, and even if I was... well, it doesn't matter. A lot of people died. I wouldn't have survived myself if it weren't for Angel, and it turned out he wouldn't have either if it wasn't for the force."
After the Guantlet incident, and because of it, it was discovered that Angel was highly sensitive to the force. The Jedi Order took him in for training almost immediately after he recovered. That was probably the biggest mistake they made if you ask me. Angel was too old for Jedi training, and he was too damn ambitious to handle power like that. Had circumstances been normal, the Jedi probably would've done the right thing and send him back into the Navy, but the Sith were winning the war and the Alliance needed every able-bodied Jedi on the front lines."
I had to deal with a lot of bureaucratic crap and paperwork, but I found a way to stick around with Angel. I owed the man my life after all. It was strange to see him in robes, waving a lightsaber around and learning to move things with his mind. He always seemed like military man to me, but looking back, he always was a college type when we were younger. It didn't take as long as I would've liked before we found ourselves back into the war."
This time we had to fight on the ground instead of in our ships; a whole different experience. It was a little disorienting at first, and I was getting tired inside. I couldn't fight much longer, and I knew it. The war was finally starting to get to me after all those years. But not Angel, he had this look in his eyes, like he was always craving more; like he got off on the chaos. A few more years went by until Coruscant was sacked. Imagine fighting half your life to protect something, just to see it crumble. That wasn't the worst part either."
Angel gave up, switched sides and started working for the Empire. Back during the Gauntlet incident, we made covenant, and he broke it that day when he turned his back on the Alliance. The man's a snake though, he ended up convincing me it was for the best. He told me the only people with the power to change the world now was the Empire, and that the galaxy's best hope was to make the Empire a good body of leadership. Over time it started to make sense, but I really don't think he ever had the people's best interests in his heart. Maybe occasionally the honorable old Angel would break through, but I don't think he was the same man that he was before Gauntlet."
I followed Angel, trading in my Alliance military gear for an imperial officer's uniform. He found his way back into politics, focusing on gaining power and prestige to "change the world." The whole time, I carried out his every order like damn lapdog. It started to feel like we were making progress over the years, like his ambition was finally paying off... until one day, he gave me an order that would mean the death of countless innocents, just to kill one man. My family would've been killed if I had carried out that order, and he knew it."
The order came from higher up the chain, but it didn't matter. I knew he had changed at that moment. I knew that he really had died back in the Gauntlet incident. He wasn't my brother in arms anymore; Gulheim would have stood up to an order like that, and I expected Angel to do the same. I plunged a vibroblade through his chest that day, and if he's not dead, then something out there just doesn't want him to die. I've heard rumors that he's still alive, drifting around in the outer-rim somewhere. I wouldn't doubt it, but I'm too damn old now to hunt him down myself. No, he's dead. I'm sure of it, don't waste your time looking for his corpse."
"Angel? Heh, sure, I knew him. He's slimiest bastard you'd ever know. A long time ago I used to call that man my closest friend. That's the thing about him; you could never figure out whether the guy was the scum of the galaxy, or a beacon of hope for it. Hell, I think he doesn't even know half the time. When I first met him, we were fighter pilots for the alliance, assigned to the same squadron. A couple of greenhorns, that's all we were back then, fresh out of the academy, we were probably only twenty two years old. I don't think either of us really had any idea what we were in for."
I remember really looking up to him, he was a cool cat, no doubt about it. Always finding his way into trouble. Any other guy would've been discharged for the stunts he pulled, but he was such an ace I don't think the brass could ever bring themselves to pull him. I got to know him playing sabacc and smoking cigarettes at night when we were supposed to be sleeping in the barracks. We got along pretty well, he was an interesting fella, very smart, very educated."
His head was up in the clouds alot, you know what I mean? Alot of the time it seemed like he was somewhere else, thinking about something real complicated. Anyways, we ended up getting assinged to this old warship: the Third Winter. The captain was this senile old guy. I remember him like it was yesterday, that man carved himself into your brain like a scar. Captain Gulheim; a human, like Angel, I could swear he was 80 years old."
Thick grey hair, falling out everywhere. The old man's hairline receded back past his ears, but what hair he did have was pretty long. The Alliance Navy must have forgotten about him or something, 'cause he was not up to grooming standards, not to mention the damn gargoyle should've been retired. His eyes were faded and he had long beard. I'd be a liar if I said he didn't wear that uniform well though, and he certainly deserved that old ship."
Like I said before, Gulheim seemed senile until we got into action. Once battle started, it was like he woke up; he didn't seem so old anymore. The crew from the Third Winter went without a single casualty for three years, through thirty skirmishes. Gulheim kept us safe, if there was a medal, he earned it in that war. Our luck finally ran out over Froswythe after we we walked straight into a trap. Most of us were killed and the Third Winter was nearly lost after it had to make an emergency crash landing. The Alliance didn't lose the territory, but it came close."
Angel was shot down right in front of my eyes during the fighting. You can imagine my surprise when I found out he survived. I didn't hear about him for a few years after that, but it turned out he made a full recovery and went to college to get a degree in history and politics or something along those lines. He wound up coming back right around the time the Third Winter was back to its old self. He wasn't a pilot anymore though, this time he served right alongside Gulheim as a captain of his own warship: the Fourth Winter in honor of the old bastard."
Angel had me transferred to his ship and promoted to advise him in the command deck. I missed flying sometimes, but it was easy to get comfortable up there with an old friend; not as much of a risk of getting blown to spacedust. He ambitious at this point in his career, not only as a naval officer, but in politics. It was this whole other convoluted war that made the fighting seem like the easy part. I never really got too much into it, never much like politicians myself."
Gulheim took Angel under his wing though, kept him focused in the right direction. I knew they were doing good for the greater galaxy, so I would've followed them to the end of my days. Angel was a great tactician, just like Gulheim; he always had a plan, even if it didn't always seem like it. I spent quite a long time with him in that war, and I was lucky to live through it. What most people don't know is what happened after the Guantlet incident. Most people still think he died there, others think he washed up somewhere in the outer-rim and never came back."
Personally I think both might be true. What's the Gauntlet incident? Long story short, Angel disobeyed a direct order from Gulheim and the Fourth Winter ended up marooned on an uncharted world somewhere in the unknown regions. Other than that, I'm not at liberty to say, and even if I was... well, it doesn't matter. A lot of people died. I wouldn't have survived myself if it weren't for Angel, and it turned out he wouldn't have either if it wasn't for the force."
After the Guantlet incident, and because of it, it was discovered that Angel was highly sensitive to the force. The Jedi Order took him in for training almost immediately after he recovered. That was probably the biggest mistake they made if you ask me. Angel was too old for Jedi training, and he was too damn ambitious to handle power like that. Had circumstances been normal, the Jedi probably would've done the right thing and send him back into the Navy, but the Sith were winning the war and the Alliance needed every able-bodied Jedi on the front lines."
I had to deal with a lot of bureaucratic crap and paperwork, but I found a way to stick around with Angel. I owed the man my life after all. It was strange to see him in robes, waving a lightsaber around and learning to move things with his mind. He always seemed like military man to me, but looking back, he always was a college type when we were younger. It didn't take as long as I would've liked before we found ourselves back into the war."
This time we had to fight on the ground instead of in our ships; a whole different experience. It was a little disorienting at first, and I was getting tired inside. I couldn't fight much longer, and I knew it. The war was finally starting to get to me after all those years. But not Angel, he had this look in his eyes, like he was always craving more; like he got off on the chaos. A few more years went by until Coruscant was sacked. Imagine fighting half your life to protect something, just to see it crumble. That wasn't the worst part either."
Angel gave up, switched sides and started working for the Empire. Back during the Gauntlet incident, we made covenant, and he broke it that day when he turned his back on the Alliance. The man's a snake though, he ended up convincing me it was for the best. He told me the only people with the power to change the world now was the Empire, and that the galaxy's best hope was to make the Empire a good body of leadership. Over time it started to make sense, but I really don't think he ever had the people's best interests in his heart. Maybe occasionally the honorable old Angel would break through, but I don't think he was the same man that he was before Gauntlet."
I followed Angel, trading in my Alliance military gear for an imperial officer's uniform. He found his way back into politics, focusing on gaining power and prestige to "change the world." The whole time, I carried out his every order like damn lapdog. It started to feel like we were making progress over the years, like his ambition was finally paying off... until one day, he gave me an order that would mean the death of countless innocents, just to kill one man. My family would've been killed if I had carried out that order, and he knew it."
The order came from higher up the chain, but it didn't matter. I knew he had changed at that moment. I knew that he really had died back in the Gauntlet incident. He wasn't my brother in arms anymore; Gulheim would have stood up to an order like that, and I expected Angel to do the same. I plunged a vibroblade through his chest that day, and if he's not dead, then something out there just doesn't want him to die. I've heard rumors that he's still alive, drifting around in the outer-rim somewhere. I wouldn't doubt it, but I'm too damn old now to hunt him down myself. No, he's dead. I'm sure of it, don't waste your time looking for his corpse."
(Always wanted to make this character :D. Still working, but I figured I might as well post my progress. Any input would be much appreciated. I'm hoping to admit him to the new Canted Circle independent faction. He's meant to be more of a political intrigue type character. Right now I'm focusing on giving him more specific information type stuff like his exact age and what not; the type of stuff necessary for the reference of other writers.)
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