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Corran Velt
AGE
► 25
SPECIES► Human
HEIGHT► 1.83 m
WEIGHT► 79 kg
EYE COLOR► Blue
HAIR COLOR► Rust Blonde
HOMEWORLD► Commenor
GENDER► XY
FACTION► Sector Rangers
RANK► Ranger
FORCE SENSITIVITY► No
BIOGRAPHY
Corran Velt was born to relative middle-class parents on the planet Commenor in the Colonies. His father was an independent bulk hauler by trade, with his wife running the house while her spouse was away for weeks at a time. Bulk hauling by nature is not a lucrative business in and of itself and Corran’s father ended up working for the black market to make ends meet. Weeks or even months between the Rim and the Core, especially without a central Galactic government, made some offers too enticing to ignore. All it took was one bad run to go south for black market hand to switch from giving to brutal. Unfortunately for Corran’s father, bulk haulers’ are a dime a dozen, easily replaced, and easy to disappear. One rushed trip to the Mid Rim was the last Corran saw of his father. Flight logs returned by local authorities on the planet Mon Gazza said the bulk freighter had a navigation malfunction and jumped into the nearby star. With no remains, the funeral was short. By now in his teenage years, Velt stumbled across a data-ledger hidden among his deceased parent’s things as they were being gone-through. In simple code, Corran discovered that his father’s transport business had a criminal side and the last record was to pick up illicit cargo in the Rim. Other parts of the mystery began falling into place: The vague nature of his father’s business, the fury of losing cargo to “bad timing”, and the eventual panicked departure to Mon Gazza.
In anger and frustration only held by teenagers, Corran decided that his father had been murdered by some criminal operation and sought out revenge. Taking a stash of credits secreted away by his dead parent hidden with the ledger, Velt bought passage to the only place he could find answers and vengeance: Mon Gazza. What Corran found there was even worse: nothing. No trail of gangster killers, no sinister cabal, only the last flight record of the bulk hauler leaving port. For weeks more, Corran searched the urban centers running into all kinds of grey market merchants, spice runners, and pickpockets. His search was fruitless until he was accosted by a group of thugs for snooping around. His body and his ego sufficiently bruised, Corran returned to Commenor and his worried mother. Having grown worried sick for weeks after her remaining son ran away to a distant world, Jersan Velt used the few remaining connections in the trade business leftover from her dead husband to get Corran assigned to a freighter and one with a strict captain at that. While aboard, Corran had his youthful rowdiness forced out of him through strict regimen and constant work. He learned the ways of the merchant life on the hyperlanes, the mechanical knowhow of transport ships and even learned how to fly one, though he was no prodigy. Even over the years, the haunting death of his father Ryden still tugged at him.
So he quit his job. It was time to go to work. Saying goodbye to his disciplinarian crew, the hot-shot-turned-strait-laced made his way to Coruscant aboard a cheap ship he saved up for over the years. He signed up with the Sector Rangers. Corran may never know what happened to his father, but enlisting with the Rangers might give solace to someone like him, the feeling of a crime without justice and wishing someone could help.
In anger and frustration only held by teenagers, Corran decided that his father had been murdered by some criminal operation and sought out revenge. Taking a stash of credits secreted away by his dead parent hidden with the ledger, Velt bought passage to the only place he could find answers and vengeance: Mon Gazza. What Corran found there was even worse: nothing. No trail of gangster killers, no sinister cabal, only the last flight record of the bulk hauler leaving port. For weeks more, Corran searched the urban centers running into all kinds of grey market merchants, spice runners, and pickpockets. His search was fruitless until he was accosted by a group of thugs for snooping around. His body and his ego sufficiently bruised, Corran returned to Commenor and his worried mother. Having grown worried sick for weeks after her remaining son ran away to a distant world, Jersan Velt used the few remaining connections in the trade business leftover from her dead husband to get Corran assigned to a freighter and one with a strict captain at that. While aboard, Corran had his youthful rowdiness forced out of him through strict regimen and constant work. He learned the ways of the merchant life on the hyperlanes, the mechanical knowhow of transport ships and even learned how to fly one, though he was no prodigy. Even over the years, the haunting death of his father Ryden still tugged at him.
So he quit his job. It was time to go to work. Saying goodbye to his disciplinarian crew, the hot-shot-turned-strait-laced made his way to Coruscant aboard a cheap ship he saved up for over the years. He signed up with the Sector Rangers. Corran may never know what happened to his father, but enlisting with the Rangers might give solace to someone like him, the feeling of a crime without justice and wishing someone could help.
PERSONALITY
Ever since leaving the strict crew of a merchantman, Corran has been a stickler for the rules. Guidelines and rules are in place to make people stay safe or things run like they are supposed to. Velt believes bending the rules invites greater sacrifices to ones principles and values, especially over time. How can one represent the law and good order and not be held to the same standard?
While straitlaced in his attire, Corran still has a bit of his playful youth in him when things don't need to be serious. His hair and face come across as more roguish than professional, but that often hides his true dedication to discipline or helps him blend in among rougher crowds at grimy spaceports or Rim frontier towns. He acts himself more among working-class and middle-class folks yet adheres stringently to hierarchy, even when one doesn't need to be so formal. Velt's charisma would be described as acceptable. He's more comfortable talking in strict professional terms or the rough terminology of spacers, but distinction and finesse elude him.
TALENTS
Combat: Corran has little in the way of formal training beyond what he learned aboard freighters or the rudimentary courses provided by the Sector Rangers. He's a middling shooter and his close combat style is a last resort.
Freight Pilot: Over years of working aboard haulers from small to medium size, Velt learned how to pilot a transport. It's nothing fancy, but he understands what it takes to make a big ship take off, turn, and land. He's never experienced a dogfight and and knows very little on piloting fighter craft.
Trader-By-Trade: The freight business, from Core to Rim, teaches one universal truth: everyone has a price. Corran knows that everyone is willing to barter if the price is high enough and that price isn't always credits. He makes a natural negotiator when it comes to business and especially when it comes to favors.
Languages: Galactic Basic, Huttese
POSSESSIONS
- Blast Vest
- Vibroblade
- Power 5 Blaster Pistol
- A280C Blaster Rifle
- DTX-1977 Infomaster Datapad
- Flight Suit
- YT-1300 Light Freighter (Nose pod still intact) - The Crimson Venture
Relationships
Ryden Velt - Father - Deceased
Jersan Velt - Mother
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