Svata Dragoste

[Pheristroch]

SVATA DRAGOSTE

AGE

► 61​

SPECIES

► RYN​

HEIGHT

► 4’10”​

WEIGHT

► 110 LBS​

EYE COLOR

► YELLOW​

HAIR COLOR

► WHITE​

HOMEWORLD

► N/A​

GENDER

► MALE​

FACTION

► GALACTIC ALLIANCE​

RANK

► REBEL​

FORCE SENSITIVITY

► NO​

BIOGRAPHY

A Bitter Child

Svata has lived his life in the Dragoste clan. Growing up under the care of a dozen uncles, aunts, cousins, and siblings along with his parents, Svata had no shortage of family. He spent his early childhood on the ramshackle ships the clan used, away from the harsh, prejudiced galaxy, and as a result developed the classic ryn insularity. His family was everything to him, and outsiders were either a potential threat or a potential payday. A knack for acting turned into confidence games, and soon Svata was a living example of the stereotypical dishonest ryn, conning gullible marks out of credits. No one suffered like the ryn, so why should the humans who ran the galaxy keep all the creds to themselves? Especially when they were too stupid to see through a simple play? Occasionally he got caught, and he’d always play the part of the shamed son to his clan when they bailed him out. Behind the facade though, he saw it as a learning experience. They saw through his ruse? He learned to always have an escape ready. They locked him up? He learned to pick locks and slice computers. They beat him up? He started carrying knives and blasters.

A Wiser Man

There was no telling where Svata might have ended up, had Uncle Meska not spotted his game. A bear of a man, Meska Dragoste was the keeper of the clan’s traditions and folklore, bearer of an unwritten history spanning centuries. He saw how fast Svata picked up his sordid skills, and decided to put the teenager’s memory to better use. From then on, Svata had no time for his cons, as he spent nearly every waking hour absorbing Meska’s stories. Meska would talk nonstop for hours, barely pausing to eat or guzzle his cheap booze. No matter how tipsy he got, the big ryn never garbled a word or jumbled a sentence, each story a perfect recitation. When he forced Svata to repeat it all back, he’d cuff the boy on the head until he got it right. For years Svata resented the old man, but soon enough the stories began to sink in, and Svata got the greatest gift Meska could have given him: perspective. He saw how his family had suffered at the misconceptions of others, and how his behavior wasn’t helping anything. In a very real way, he was dishonoring every Dragoste who’d come before him, tearing down their work to help their family prosper with his games. After that epiphany, his cons seemed dirty and childish compared to the legends in his family history, and Svata slowly became an upstanding member of the clan.

A Lost Soul

Time passed, and eventually the reformed Svata married Parami, a ryn from another clan. With their children, the clan grew, and once Meska passed on, Svata took on his role as keeper of the Dragostes. He still did the occasional play acting now and again, but now with the intent of disarming situations and keeping his clan out of trouble. Of course, sometimes the only way to keep the clan safe was to skirt the law, and if that was the case then so be it. He taught the clan’s children the necessity of respect and hospitality, of the all-encompassing importance of family, and of the legacy of the Dragoste clan as it spanned back dozens of generations.

Svata lived his life as a proper ryn should, devoted to his people. One day, the clan elders came to him and told him to take a couple of his deliquent grandsons out on a little expedition so he could use the time together and set them straight the way Meska had done for him. When they returned, they found the clan encampment a smoking ruin, and sith trooper bootprints everywhere. They were the last Dragostes alive...

A Vengeful Rebel

Bereft of everything, Svata and his grandsons wandered, lost in a galaxy choked by the Sith’s iron grip even as their dark authority fractured under the pressures of civil war. Then, as chance would have it, the adrift remnants of a family met up with a rebel operative. Words were exchanged, and the Dragoste’s drive for vengeance and justice was fueled by talk of revolution. The ryn resolved to join the rebel cause, and now Svata stands alongside his grandsons, fighting. The legacy and history of the Dragostes will die with him, but he aims to make sure the Sith remember the name before he goes.

GEAR

1. DH-7 Blaster Pistol x2
2. 4” Vibroknife x2
   
3. TDS-1100 Portable Computer
   
4. Port Scanner
   

1. Recruitment Thread ― Svata and his grandsons recruited into the GA ― • Incomplete

 

[Wit]

Approved!