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| MORTIMER AÍORG |
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Name: Mortimer Aíorg
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Species: Human (Coruscant)
Affiliation: Independent
Force Sensitive: Unknown (Daughter was Force Sensitive, possible potential)
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(See Attachment A: Tampered photo of subject)
(See above: Skull Sigil beaten into the floor of Aíorg dwelling, found alongside two Imperial patrolmen)
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 192lbs
Body Type: Muscular
Hair Colour: Black
Iris Colour: Brown
Allergies: None
Blood Type: B+
Notable Marks/Scars: 10% of body is marked with burn and blade scars, according to last Republic Army Medical, located mostly around the chest and arm area, some on the legs, none on the head.
Attachment A:
CURRENT STATUS: AT LARGE
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FOR PURSUING FORCES/INQUISITORS:
- Former member of the Grand Army of the Republic, rank of Lieutenant
- Trained in extensive Hand to Hand Combat technique
- Extremely proficient with Blasters, Slugthrowers, Explosives, and Melee Weapons.
- Capable Tactician and well versed on Terror Tactics
- Highly durable combatant
KNOWN SHORTCOMINGS:
- Daughter a psychological pressure point
- He is only human, he can only take so much punishment, hold back and shoot him until he stops moving
Gear/Loadout:
- MP FRAB Mk. 22 Blaster Rifle
- CMBP-12 Blaster Pistol
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Mortimer is a good man, at heart anyway. Part of why he does this is because he doesn’t want anyone else to get hurt or traumatized or destroyed emotionally or mentally by the same people that made him this way. Despite that though, his methodology to doing that is simple and blunt, kill all the criminals and sith, and despite his good heart, he is still mostly doing this for revenge. He rarely lies, he rarely shows much tact in a conversation, and he isn’t the most sociable (though he’s been working on that last one), but he does have a fair amount of wisdom and intelligence to him, and he has a fair understanding of the social heirarchy and the underworld. Even though he knows that many turn to crime out of desperation, he does still see things rather black and white - you a murderer? A kidnapper? Slaver? Rapist? You will die, the devil will come to collect, and he will be the messenger.
Seeing as how his job takes up most of his time, he doesn’t have much in the way of personal hobbies, though he always enjoys a drink and a piano when he gets the opportunity. There isn’t much that can make him angry either, he wears his heart on his sleeve so most of his anger is taken out on criminals, but he will still throw a punch your way if you say the wrong thing to him in conversation.
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Mortimer was born in the undercity of Coruscant to a poor family of five, made up of his Mother, Father, and two Sisters. His Father was a corporal in the Grand Army of the Republic, and his pay was the one thing keeping the family from going totally bankrupt and being forced to live on the streets, his sisters worked their arms and legs to the bone as couriers and Mother tried to find small jobs where she could, but ultimately she could only hold a job down a month or two at a time. Seeing his family in such a state, Mortimer resolved to help them (and himself) earn a better living by following in his father’s footstep and enlisting when he turned 18, knowing how high the pay could become. He turned out to be a model soldier, always followed orders, respected his colleagues, and never hesitated to show his initiative and share his own opinion, which saved his squad’s lives more than once. It also didn’t hurt that he took to killing like a fly did to water, he had no problem at all when it came to putting down animals.
He was a Sergeant when he met his wife-to-be, an assassin by the name of Shia who was poisoning Republic senators for her current employer, The Hutt Family. She was by no means a good person, and they tried to kill each other many times throughout his years of long pursuit, but despite knowing his duty and knowing she was a criminal undeserving of mercy, he always let her go, and eventually convinced her to settle down with him (barring the odd job to keep them in the money). After becoming a Lieutenant, he finally accomplished his goal of keeping his family financially secure, and so he did what most people did after their main goals in life were done, he started a family, child and all, a beautiful baby girl named Jade. Jade was practically like a beacon to the two killers, they laughed, cried, felt things they never had before thanks to her, and she showed them a whole new way to look at life without even meaning to.
When the Sith came and rolled over the republic, Mortimer was on shore leave. They scoured the city looking for fresh recruits for the legion and their own Brotherhood to replenish their losses taking the senate, breaking down doors over and under, searching relentlessly. Their daughter was a Force Sensitive, a closely guarded secret among the three, but the Sith knew just by looking at her, and they dragged the young 14 year old off to Korriban whilst soldiers held back her parents. It was months before they finally saw her again, and when they did, it was in the Morgue - a disk journal found on her body revealed she had escaped the Sith homeworld on a freighter, and managed to find her way home, only to be kidnapped and sold into slavery as a fighter and consort. The drugs and cybernetics they forced into their ‘investment’; stims, painkillers, hallucinogens, it destroyed what was left of her heart, and they just dumped her in the street and left her to rot.
The Sith took their daughter and broke her mind, the Hutts and criminals like them finished what was left. Both parents were angry, both wanted revenge. In consoling his wife, Mortimer was confronted with the thought of running off, waging war, taking retribution on those responsible. He didn’t entertain those thoughts though,he had a wife to look after...but she knew he wouldn’t do anything to take revenge because of her, and she wanted the same thing. When they got home, his wife gave her consent to his war, but then she knocked him out before he could protest. He awoke tied to a chair, a disk in his pocket and a knocking at the door, which turned out to be an Imperial patrol investigating a disturbance. Finding him tied down, they decided to kill him and loot the place, so he broke free and killed them instead with his bare hands. First blood had been drawn, and with the list of contacts he found on the disk, not to mention the fact he was now a fugitive...these two thugs were only the first casualties of something much, much, bigger...
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Name: Mortimer Aíorg
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