I also wanted to try someone independent since there's only one merc on the table. Lemme know how you feel about this.
Name: Masan-Ru (Last name often lied about for various reasons)
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Species: Human, Spacer
Occupation: Captain of the Dauntless Rex, transporter/smuggler, pirate
Personality and History: (History and Personality as one? That's different...)
Born in space, our man is known to be way more familiar and comfortable among the stars, as well as with the thrumming deckplates of a ship under pseudo-grav (or no grav) than he would on any habitable world were the ground underneath is this solid and unshifting thing. A definite case of spacer-preference, he never wanted to leave the stars. Sadly, there was a small problem at a young age in which his family's transport had been impounded fo some perceived crime involving illegal contraband. Masan-Ru never really found out or cared if this were true or not, nor did he even know how fortunate he and his family were that the Imperial troops making the arrest and impound could have just responded in deadly force. That might have made the man's life little different, perhaps more of a rebel than anything else. But what followed was just a little more insidious and - he believed - enacted on purpose.
What happens, we ask you, when you ground a family of spacers, whose well-being was centered around space travel and the use of or work aboard a spaceship? They called it a working probation, to teach his folks a lesson. Masan-Ru called it a crippling slow death as someone whose space skills are much less relevent on ground tried to make a living, making repairs here and there or working in a scrapyard for pittance under the heel of someone powerful. Like who? Like Hutts, that's who. This was Balmorra, baby, and this festering, stinky, horribly muggy swamp planet which appeals to those worms does not do much for your standard biped. Okay, it wasn't TRUE hell. It wasn't slavery or death or anything else final, but it was no picnic, and it grated on the minds of those forced into that life.
A clever and carefully-controlled individual, some might even say disciplined to the point of calm intimidation or determination, Masan-Ru came to devise the means of his salvation and some perceived revenge-time first in careful study of whatever useful talents he could find. On a world like this, chances to improve his toughness were a'plenty, and he would find himself in and out of fights for several of his teenaged years, in which he slowly became both a tall and imposing man, as well as skilled in personal combat. Over time, his body has seen its share of shivs and wounds that were fortunate enough not to kill, and eventually he received enough of a reputation as a tough to garner the attention of certain beings who were the controlling faction of certain business cartels. (Yes, of course, the Hutts. Who else?) This was the completion of what he liked to call Phase One of the Master Plan.
By this time, Masan-Ru had several of the necessary skills to be an effective warrior. He could swing a close-hand weapon properly and fire guns with equal skill, though he preferred pistols as an offhand to a nasty blade he carried, something he cobbled together which was essentially a large custom vibro-sword, meant to have such force in the swing behind it that it could slice open things while turned off using momentum alone. Quite an intimidating piece of equipment. In any case, having never...EVER...voiced his opinions of the people responsible for grounding his family, nor of the worms who cheated and seemed - to his mind - to torment them with their usual veiled threats and manipulations, Masan-Ru qualified to become an effective bodyguard to one of the Hutts in charge. During this time, Phase Two went into operation.
Over time, Masan-Ru had met people who were in the down-and-dirty or who craved action or could use a favor here and there - the usual stuff - that he could make use of at a time of his choosing for something very important. Deciding never to call in much of those IOUs and whatnot for quite a time, say, he managed to gather things ready for one moment of shock and awe that was carefully planned with carefully-gathered resources that could not have been predicted. Recall that his family's old ship had been impounded at the beginning of this by local Imperials. It had been sold off years ago, one thing among others that had driven his folks to despair. Imagine the surprise of many when a carefully-laid plan of years was executed in a much-shorter time, as Masan-Ru started by putting his blade to the neck of Jaroh the Hutt.
He explained to the Hutt that he would live if he entertained a deal of selling off a multitude of ships on the black market as the part of his revenge, thus saving Jaroh from his anger. The Hutt agreed, as business was business, and the power went out all over the impound base and all over elsewhere at night. Auto-guns were sabotaged, guards were killed, and both impounded and Imperial craft were taken to the stars in a large quantity, to be sold off...minus one. One transport was left to his parents. And the money? After paying off some people and such for their assistance? Those that remained with Masan-Ru agreed to go into business with him to inflict vindictive harm upon the ruling class in as many ways as possible. Here, they purchased the Dauntless Rex, a CR90 Corvette with the trimmings gradually supported by...acts of piracy. And a good time was had by all to this day.
Skills: Personal combat, especially with a close-quarters weapon, although he does well with a pistol or grenade. Leadership and planning, as he spent some years obsessing over a plan that he meticulously put together and then surprised many with the suddenness of action. Enough mechanical skill to have constructed his sword or repair machinery. Keen physical skills in endurance, agility, perception as these were both necessary to survive fights and/or be an effective spacer even in adversity. Negotiation, especially via careful intimidation or some deception, is a specialty of his.
Equipment: Being one most comfortable in either personal combat or ship combat, Masan-Ru tends to gear out for a fight with a Custom Heavy-Duty Vibro-Sword as primary and a DY-225 Heavy Blaster Pistol as his offhand sidearm, as well as a grenade or three in case of an emergency. (Tends not to favor Thermal Detonators as they have been known to cause explosive decompression, which is never fun.) He has a toolkit, of course, and an assortment of necessary basics (Comlink, datapad, portable grapple-gun, etc.).
In addition, there is the CR90 Corvette, Dauntless Rex, with receptive armaments either already installed or cobbled in there through canniballization from other ships. Masan-Ru had it repainted in a black-and-red motif for reasons of personal taste. It is registered as a legitimate vessel, but that is a cover for business. Known crew that ISN'T functionary droids are as follows.
Kevin Durandal - Human pilot, originally grounded on Balmorra for numerous cases of Grand Theft Astro, as he stole spaceships from customers that annoyed him or shortchanged him. Odd nervous man, good with a rifle and a skilled navigator.
Niko Renzo - Technically, he's main weapons operator, but revealed to be a human Rebel keeping under the wire after the business on Hoth where a few AT-AT bolts blasted nearly everyone around him. He's responsible for having gotten Masan-Ru in touch with Republic forces.
Dr. Marcus Trevor - On-board sensors, computer, and shields man. He is former Imperial scientist who was transferred to Balmorra as a punishment for 'The incident' where tazed and beat three men for interrupting some of his work at a crucial stage.
Renn Vorsarius - A Saurian, formerly in the Hutts' employ along the same lines as Masan-Ru, once upon a time. He is one-such reptile that the man convinced to leave and become his head of security. Knows Basic, but pronounces it poorly. Tends to be equipped with a variety of blasting/throwing weapons.
'Holliday' - A medic droid that Marcus had salveged and put together. Very skilled in his trade, but has one unfortunate flaw: He has a faulty memory circuit. This does not keep him from the job, but he often forgets people...or about humanoid pain receptors.
Appearance: As stated before, Masan-Ru [http://www.perryandtsua.com/Outlaw_Star/Ron_MacDougal.jpg] is a tall and imposing man, quite strong-looking, almost seven feet. This figure was obtained through relentless training, he a darkly-tanned human being with reddish eyes and slicked-back black hair, many times uses the 'Silent Giant' routine as a means of conveying "I don't want to have to talk to or do anything to you to gain your cooperatin.". Among other things, he tends to favor a black combat suit, which is to say it is a full-body attire which he uses along with his carrying belts and such to hold his small arsenal. On occasions where he's out and about, he actually uses a dark red coat along with this, and has even a pair of formal attire for occasios...though not often is it required.
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Species: Human, Spacer
Occupation: Captain of the Dauntless Rex, transporter/smuggler, pirate
Personality and History: (History and Personality as one? That's different...)
Born in space, our man is known to be way more familiar and comfortable among the stars, as well as with the thrumming deckplates of a ship under pseudo-grav (or no grav) than he would on any habitable world were the ground underneath is this solid and unshifting thing. A definite case of spacer-preference, he never wanted to leave the stars. Sadly, there was a small problem at a young age in which his family's transport had been impounded fo some perceived crime involving illegal contraband. Masan-Ru never really found out or cared if this were true or not, nor did he even know how fortunate he and his family were that the Imperial troops making the arrest and impound could have just responded in deadly force. That might have made the man's life little different, perhaps more of a rebel than anything else. But what followed was just a little more insidious and - he believed - enacted on purpose.
What happens, we ask you, when you ground a family of spacers, whose well-being was centered around space travel and the use of or work aboard a spaceship? They called it a working probation, to teach his folks a lesson. Masan-Ru called it a crippling slow death as someone whose space skills are much less relevent on ground tried to make a living, making repairs here and there or working in a scrapyard for pittance under the heel of someone powerful. Like who? Like Hutts, that's who. This was Balmorra, baby, and this festering, stinky, horribly muggy swamp planet which appeals to those worms does not do much for your standard biped. Okay, it wasn't TRUE hell. It wasn't slavery or death or anything else final, but it was no picnic, and it grated on the minds of those forced into that life.
A clever and carefully-controlled individual, some might even say disciplined to the point of calm intimidation or determination, Masan-Ru came to devise the means of his salvation and some perceived revenge-time first in careful study of whatever useful talents he could find. On a world like this, chances to improve his toughness were a'plenty, and he would find himself in and out of fights for several of his teenaged years, in which he slowly became both a tall and imposing man, as well as skilled in personal combat. Over time, his body has seen its share of shivs and wounds that were fortunate enough not to kill, and eventually he received enough of a reputation as a tough to garner the attention of certain beings who were the controlling faction of certain business cartels. (Yes, of course, the Hutts. Who else?) This was the completion of what he liked to call Phase One of the Master Plan.
By this time, Masan-Ru had several of the necessary skills to be an effective warrior. He could swing a close-hand weapon properly and fire guns with equal skill, though he preferred pistols as an offhand to a nasty blade he carried, something he cobbled together which was essentially a large custom vibro-sword, meant to have such force in the swing behind it that it could slice open things while turned off using momentum alone. Quite an intimidating piece of equipment. In any case, having never...EVER...voiced his opinions of the people responsible for grounding his family, nor of the worms who cheated and seemed - to his mind - to torment them with their usual veiled threats and manipulations, Masan-Ru qualified to become an effective bodyguard to one of the Hutts in charge. During this time, Phase Two went into operation.
Over time, Masan-Ru had met people who were in the down-and-dirty or who craved action or could use a favor here and there - the usual stuff - that he could make use of at a time of his choosing for something very important. Deciding never to call in much of those IOUs and whatnot for quite a time, say, he managed to gather things ready for one moment of shock and awe that was carefully planned with carefully-gathered resources that could not have been predicted. Recall that his family's old ship had been impounded at the beginning of this by local Imperials. It had been sold off years ago, one thing among others that had driven his folks to despair. Imagine the surprise of many when a carefully-laid plan of years was executed in a much-shorter time, as Masan-Ru started by putting his blade to the neck of Jaroh the Hutt.
He explained to the Hutt that he would live if he entertained a deal of selling off a multitude of ships on the black market as the part of his revenge, thus saving Jaroh from his anger. The Hutt agreed, as business was business, and the power went out all over the impound base and all over elsewhere at night. Auto-guns were sabotaged, guards were killed, and both impounded and Imperial craft were taken to the stars in a large quantity, to be sold off...minus one. One transport was left to his parents. And the money? After paying off some people and such for their assistance? Those that remained with Masan-Ru agreed to go into business with him to inflict vindictive harm upon the ruling class in as many ways as possible. Here, they purchased the Dauntless Rex, a CR90 Corvette with the trimmings gradually supported by...acts of piracy. And a good time was had by all to this day.
Skills: Personal combat, especially with a close-quarters weapon, although he does well with a pistol or grenade. Leadership and planning, as he spent some years obsessing over a plan that he meticulously put together and then surprised many with the suddenness of action. Enough mechanical skill to have constructed his sword or repair machinery. Keen physical skills in endurance, agility, perception as these were both necessary to survive fights and/or be an effective spacer even in adversity. Negotiation, especially via careful intimidation or some deception, is a specialty of his.
Equipment: Being one most comfortable in either personal combat or ship combat, Masan-Ru tends to gear out for a fight with a Custom Heavy-Duty Vibro-Sword as primary and a DY-225 Heavy Blaster Pistol as his offhand sidearm, as well as a grenade or three in case of an emergency. (Tends not to favor Thermal Detonators as they have been known to cause explosive decompression, which is never fun.) He has a toolkit, of course, and an assortment of necessary basics (Comlink, datapad, portable grapple-gun, etc.).
In addition, there is the CR90 Corvette, Dauntless Rex, with receptive armaments either already installed or cobbled in there through canniballization from other ships. Masan-Ru had it repainted in a black-and-red motif for reasons of personal taste. It is registered as a legitimate vessel, but that is a cover for business. Known crew that ISN'T functionary droids are as follows.
Kevin Durandal - Human pilot, originally grounded on Balmorra for numerous cases of Grand Theft Astro, as he stole spaceships from customers that annoyed him or shortchanged him. Odd nervous man, good with a rifle and a skilled navigator.
Niko Renzo - Technically, he's main weapons operator, but revealed to be a human Rebel keeping under the wire after the business on Hoth where a few AT-AT bolts blasted nearly everyone around him. He's responsible for having gotten Masan-Ru in touch with Republic forces.
Dr. Marcus Trevor - On-board sensors, computer, and shields man. He is former Imperial scientist who was transferred to Balmorra as a punishment for 'The incident' where tazed and beat three men for interrupting some of his work at a crucial stage.
Renn Vorsarius - A Saurian, formerly in the Hutts' employ along the same lines as Masan-Ru, once upon a time. He is one-such reptile that the man convinced to leave and become his head of security. Knows Basic, but pronounces it poorly. Tends to be equipped with a variety of blasting/throwing weapons.
'Holliday' - A medic droid that Marcus had salveged and put together. Very skilled in his trade, but has one unfortunate flaw: He has a faulty memory circuit. This does not keep him from the job, but he often forgets people...or about humanoid pain receptors.
Appearance: As stated before, Masan-Ru [http://www.perryandtsua.com/Outlaw_Star/Ron_MacDougal.jpg] is a tall and imposing man, quite strong-looking, almost seven feet. This figure was obtained through relentless training, he a darkly-tanned human being with reddish eyes and slicked-back black hair, many times uses the 'Silent Giant' routine as a means of conveying "I don't want to have to talk to or do anything to you to gain your cooperatin.". Among other things, he tends to favor a black combat suit, which is to say it is a full-body attire which he uses along with his carrying belts and such to hold his small arsenal. On occasions where he's out and about, he actually uses a dark red coat along with this, and has even a pair of formal attire for occasios...though not often is it required.
