APPEARANCE:
Tyrell Hanus is a tall well built man, standing at exactly 6'5. He weighs around 225 pounds and would appear to be in his physical prime at age 30. His skin tone is a very lightly coloured tan, which contrasts highly to his piercing bright emerald eyes. He has short blonde hair, while in his youth he would let it grow slightly longer but now keeps it short and is also clean shaven. His clothing varies from his Senatorial white robes with golden trimming, a popular choice of attire on his home planet of Denon among the prestigous and wealthy. When not on duty or relaxing in his Coruscanti or Denon apartments he can be seen wearing casual orange tunics and dark trousers. He is a lean muscled man, with a body equivelant to that of a soldier, which makes some assume he's had some hard times. He has average looks and can be seen as handsome by those of his race.
PERSONALITY:
Tyrell had always been a thinker, his Aunt Amelia would always tell him that he daydreamed too much. This was partly true although his thoughts were usually that of his surroundings, always taking everything in. If his personality could be summed up in one word it would be..acting. His inner thoughts tended to contradict the things he said. Either to please people or to avoid suspicion even if he did nothing. This was always his way as a young boy, always plotting always scheming. But never at the expense of others, always for the betterment of everyone, this meant he made many friends. But again not to please him, but for the betterment of everyone. And entirely selfless person, not for recognition. It was just the way he functioned, he saw himself as a catalyst to the betterment of his society and was always a very ambitious young boy.
When Tyrell became an adolescent the most tragic event in his life took place which would forever leave him a dark emotionally scarred individual. On his thirteenth birthday his father proposed that he take him and his mother out on his diplomatic vessel. Tyrell had been the most excited he had ever been in his life. He had always looked to the stars with ambition and curiosity. The starship was situated just outside the Coruscant sector, protectec by republic ships, the pub transport on which they took to get to the ship. Never reached it's destination. The ship was stormed by pirates and almost everyone onboard was either slaughtered or captured, just before the pirates could escape however republic forces patrolling the area attacked their ship and saved what little remained onboard. But the damage was already done. Tyrell lay in a pool of his mothers and fathers blood, hoarse with rage he cried out not constructing any words. Just roaring from the top of his lungs.
When he returned to his home on Denon, his Aunt Amelia, his fathers only living kin took over his fathers estate and treasurey. And was from then on Tyrells guardian. Tyrells mother was a member of the jedi order and so he immediately sought to become a jedi in honour of her memory. But to his rage and frustration he did not possess the force sensitivity his mother did and so he looked to his fathers profession as that of a Republic Senator as he was a member of a royal family of Denon. He quickly pushed Amelia to get him into the best universities and socail circles that would help him achieve his ambitious goal. He quickly excelled in linguistics and became an advanced polyglot well versed in almost all languages and whenever he found a piece of linguistics or history he did not know he would quikcly become well versed in the subject.
He achieved his masters degree in all forms of political sciences and sociology at the top of his class, honouring his fathers memory and making many friends in the process, relying on his old instincts as a child to hide the dark sadness that still lay within him. And so he appeared to be a rising charismatic man who would honour his parents memory through his actions. He also proccured his fathers vessel, of which he renamed....
''The Temperance''
...after his mother.
LIKES/DISLIKES:
Tyrells main interests apart from obviously his senatorial position, is art. He studied art at the academy more as something to do than for an educational experience. He quickly took up painting as a hobby and raised alot of funds for struggling artists in the core worlds and inner colonies. Is other interest is music, he can play a wide-range of insturments including the slitherhorn, the fanfar and the kloo horn. He also reads and writes alot in his spare time.Tyrell strongly disagress with people who lie for personal gain, although he doesn't nessacarily disagree with lieing fullstop if it is for the betterment of a community or socail sect, but definitely not for ones self. He also hates thievery and piracy mostly because it attributes to senseless violence and death.
STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES:
Although his past is riddled with tragedies, complications and instances of terror, this has only fueled Tyrells resolve and made him a very hard gruff man. When seen in his regular clothes anyone would think he looked like an off-duty soldier or retired bounty hunter after a big haul. A tall muscular and agile man he has used this to intimidate other corrupt politicains on several occasions to achieve his goals. However when faced with large odds against him Tyrell has been known to fall and become overwhelmed, which is why he excells at combating things one at a time.
He is in no way a warrior, soldier or combatant in anyway. Although when out walking on his home planet of Denon or in the bowels of Coruscant he usually carries a slugthrower equipped with a stunning mechanism, so he may escape and evade muggers or hooligans. His main weakness is his temper which can get him and others into bad situations, his temper usually only arises when people would sacrifice other peoples live for a cause that isn't just. Or when someone cannot see the issue at hand for what it really is.
HISTORY:
Genesis
The Hanus royal bloodline originates from the ecumenopolis core world known as Denon. In the past members of the Hanus family have covered an all manner of professions from writers, to democratic politicains to painters and musicains. They are a deeply honour-bound line of individuals and have always tried to do right by their anscestors and parents. Eventually after all these royal and prestigous people, a new Hanus was born. His parents that of Kayden his father whom married a beautiful jedi female named Temperance. Temperance left the order to pursue the rest of her life as a loving wife and a mother of her newborn son.
The child was born on bright sunnyday and was surrounded by happy faces as he left his mothers womb, he didnt even cry when he was born. He was just in awe at people around him, the love he could feel soothing him and nourturing him. Kayden named his newborn son Tyrell, after his father whom had passed away earlier that year. Tyrell was carried by his mother through the lush gardens they had on the roof of their penthouse suite. The breeze cooled the baby down and the smell of blooming flowers and flora overwhelmed his senses. Tyrell was born into what little was left of the bloodline, there was his father Kayden and his Aunt Amelia whom he rarely saw. His father would go on to tell him that it was up to him to carry on the honour of their family and do good by the Hanus name.
As a toddler he didn't speak much of the fact his parents where prestigous royals, or were extremely rich. He just always tried to get in with the average middle class kids and make friends with them...much to the annoyance of his parents and upper class friends. But he felt an odd connection to his society as a whole moreso to himself or his family, which was odd for someone of the Hanus bloodline. He suspected it was an inheritence from his mother and her family of the Alverian blood line. They were usually outpsoken people who stood up for what they believed in, but his mother Temperance has been disciplined by her master into removing this trait from her personality. She usually used her training to calm her child and taught him different forms of meditation and mind relaxing techniques to clear hid mind of all thoughts.
As he grew from a toddler into an adolescent he used the skills he inherited and was taught by his parents to help others in need and quikcly took jobs and errands helping the community that was nearest them in the large urbanized area that was Denon. He lived a great and wonderful life and was raised by his mother and father to become a great help to his people in whatever path he chose in life. His mother's personal helper droid SK-37 also played a pivotal role in raising him and home schooling him at their large royal suite in the towering landscape that littered Tyrells homeworld of Denon.
Devestation
After the tragedy was the death of his parents, it was assumed that Tyrell would become a very broken man. All he had left was his Aunt, who was only his kin by marraige, not by blood. He had no family, nothing real and tangible, just a broken old woman who would most likely dive head first into the wealth his father had left behind. Tyrell was right in his assumption, she would teach him nothing of how to live his life, there was no parenting for him in his adolescent era, all he had were his memories of his parents to rely on for guidance and his personal droid. None where tangible or real enough for a troubled struggling young boy who was quickly becoming a young man. He resented Amelia, in the sense that she was more broken then he was, broken not by tragedy but the concept of wealth and power. He relied on his fathers wisdom on this note, ''If you want to test the good in any man, give him power'', these where his words and would forever teach Tyrell not to be consumed or overwhelmed by success, merely to use it to help his community, to help the world he had come to love.
When his parents passed away, he sought out a connection with his homeworld, not with the industires not even with the art. But with it's people. They varied greatly in their vast numbers, tall, petite, obese, good and evel. But Tyrell wanted to know them all, he wanted to see the world he sought to represent at a senatorial circle. To see if it really truly deserved greatness, and power, he sought to test them before trying to achieve welath and power for them, so that life may thrive. So that Denon, may thrive.
His pilgrimage through the great city he called home was cut short however. By a tragedy, small in comparison to the death of his parents but one that would have a massive impact on his life.
The scene he walked into was Devestating, covered in crimston stains, mouth wide open in shock and horror. Amelia lay dead on her luxurious bedsheets, found by the republic police force, dead. Murdered apparently by someone close to her, otherwise it would be impossible to get inside.
They immediately looked towards Tyrell in suspicion. Which is were the Devestation began.
He already knew his Aunt had fallen into buying drugs on the underground markets of Denon, using his fathers wealth for her own demented thrills dsicgusted Tyrell. He tried to help her addiction to the drugs but she fell into a rough crowd, had some payements she couldnt make as the disspearance of cash not monitored by the Republic would bring suspicion upon her. She got herself into a really terrible and dark situation.
But the authorites wouldn't belive him, to his outrage the ignorant bastards wouldnt believe him! He was a respected officail! What cause would he hope to accomplish by murdering his own Auntie?
He was brought before a court of law, on courscant not on Denon were he had requested and pleaded to be brought too as he believed in their justice system. But a foreigin criminal justice system would only seek to undermine him, the beauracrats would like nothing better then to see a charismatic prestigous man fall upon dark times.
He was found guilty to the dismay of him and his peers, he was not sentenced to a distant moon, he wasn't sent to a penal colony. He was merely stripped of his political rank on Denon. Stripped of his wealth and his dignity, he had lost everything to a drug related killing. His life almost seemed to be over.
