Hoth: Blood and Ice

[Dapper Dog]

A thread for the player characters; the true heroes or villains or scoundrels of this tale.

[Sylvain Torsin]

Name: Shyyyo
Gender: Male
Species: Humanoid
Background: Imperial
Relationship status: ?
Age: Early 30s
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 170 lbs
Build: Fit

What is Known Publicly:

Shyyyo is a mysterious force user who arrived on the Empress' Spear shortly before it departed the Imperial core for Hoth. He is accompanied by a young girl, similarly mysterious who is referred to as Nightingale. The pair possess an imperial transport ship called Nighthawk where they usually roost for the resting hours. For those truly steeped in ancient lore they may recognize that Shyyyo wears a mask of Mandalorian make which previously belonged to the idol of the Revanite cult. Despite his anonymity, Shyyyo appears to have access to Lord Baras and is seen walking about the ship periodically...

What is Private:

Shyyyo is in fact Sylvain Torsin, Minister of War of the Empire. Nightingale is the younger of his twin daughters, Arymis Torsin.

Sylvain Torsin was born the son of Aramis and Raven Torsin a noble family of import in Dromund Kaas. Sylvain was raised in a home that valued tradition and utilitarianism. His father was a Grand Moff in the Imperial Army and his mother a Sith Assassin. While Sylvain was still quite young, his father served in the position as the Empire's top non-sith official, the Minister of War.

His father was killed under suspicious circumstances the same year that Sylvain graduated from the Korriban Academy. The official record states he was murdered by Republic terrorists. Sylvain came to be the new apprentice for Darth Baras who was partially responsible for Sylvain's father's death. He was sent to Nar Shaddaa to help negotiate a peace with the Republic at the behest of his master. During the final days of the conference, he helped crash-land a ship headed to destroy the Republic and Imperial delegations, but was released from Baras' circle immediately after.

He spent the next year on a sabbatical of sorts with his unofficial apprentice Luth Khalan. He returned to the political sphere at the request of a new ally, Darth Malgus. Sylvain was made governor of the plague-ridden slaving world of Zygerria. He returned to Ziost in 3652 to marry his childhood friend Kristal Serasai with whom he had fathered twin children. Within a week of their wedding, his wife was killed by the Emperor's Wrath while she vied for a position on the Dark Council.

Sylvain spurned Malgus, assisted the Farro family in their ascension, and participated in the defeat of Emperor Vitiate's plot for Ziost's destruction. He was rewarded with one of the three Minister of War positions atop the Sith Military alongside Darth Marr and Darth Vengean. Sylvain functions as the political facilitator of the group. He has spent the past several years removing the privatized control of the military that many Sith exercised during the previous regime and centralizing control directly under the offices of the Ministers of War while helping plan and execute a number of strategic defenses against the Republic. He now travels to Hoth incognito to avoid drawing unwanted attention to Baras' campaign, while privately suspecting that there is more to this endeavor than meets the eye...

Hooks:

Do you have interest in Force lore and exotic locations? Shyyyo is well-traveled.

Are you here to help everyone not freeze to death? Shyyyo is helpful.

Do you know the Minister of War from somewhere? Shyyyo is Sylvain.

Do you like Avian nicknames and a whole bird motif? Shyyyo is fowl-friendly.

[Aphr Ahaya]

Backstory:
Name: Aphr Ahaya (Aphra'haya)
Gender: Female
Species: Twi'lek
Marital Status: Single
Age: Late 20s? (looks much younger)
Height: 5'4
Complexion: Pink

Initially a slave of the Hutts and now a sith, Aphr has gone through a long life already despite not even being in her 30s yet. She has navigated dangerous minefields and come out of it the other side stronger for it mentally. Now an apprentice for the formally insanely murderous and now insanely religious Lord Zhorrid, Aphr has had to walk some interesting paths. Whether it was politically, directing people to a likely bloody demise or more recently handling relics Aphr has approached each with the same calm and often pleasant mentality.

Despite having now spent 13 years among them, it is still extremely easy to not realise Aphr is in fact a Sith. She has a warm smile, a kind personality, and a very pretty appearance but not dressing like many of the sith. The little Twi'lek woman hasn’t appeared to age much in the years, still having the youthful way about her. She rarely resorts to any kind of violence as well, which makes it even more surprising that she not only topped her class at Korriban, but has managed to survive all these years with Zhorrid as her master.

Hooks:

• Aphr spent five years on Nar Shaddaa before leaving for Korriban
• Her surname does seem quite similar to a certain red Twi'lek Sith....
• Any that come from Ryloth may have met Aphr before she was taken away 18 years ago now
• Aphr, despite being an adult, joined korriban 12 years ago and blitzed through her training in an impressive three months.
• Aphr has been to many planets on behalf of her master, if you've needed to deal with Zhorrid you've likely met Aphr

[Galen Panteer]

Name: Galen Panteer, Paladin of Alderaan, Guardian of the Wilds, Protector of the People
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Background: Born a Slave
Marital status: Married to Princess Jameela Panteer of Alderaan
Age: 37
Height: 5' 9"
Weight: 200 lbs
Build: Wiry

Description
Galen has weathered the years well. From a distance, his appearance would still seem unassuming and unremarkable, if it weren't for the finer clothing he now wears. He's accepted that a Noble spouse should look the part, and his new wardrobe was admittedly very comfortable. They cover up his old scars well, but his hands remain rough and calloused. His new life has not taken him away from his, outdoor lifestyle, not entirely.

His story has become well known on Alderaan and perhaps beyond. Born a slave, sold to a cruel master, freed himself, survived at all cost, fought for the Republic, grew strong in the Force, and won the hand of a princess. There is much more to it, of course, but the details often get lost when the story is told. Galen has finally learned not to dwell on them himself. There are things his children never need to know.

At three-years-old, his daughter Azaria has become infinitely inquisitive. Galen jokingly blames her mother's thirst for knowledge, but he knows that his own curiosity is on par with Jameela's. Their newborn son, Collin, will likely be no different. He suspects the children will also share their parents' compassion and sense of justice.

Galen has joined the humanitarian mission to Hoth as a Paladin of Alderaan and a representative of House Panteer.


Hooks
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* So the Force is acting a bit weird, isn't it?
* it's good to see you old friend.
* it's nice to meet you new friend.
* Want to go hunting?
* Patroling?
* Exploring?

[Layne Hoshin]

Name: Layne Hoshin
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Background: Elevated Slave
Age: 29
Height: 5'6"
Build: Tough

Description:

Layne has short black hair and is almost always seen in her Jedi battle armor, with matching black robes. She carries two lightsabers; both hilts of superior make and design. Aside from that, she carries a broken sword hilt, as well as various other practical implements and devices. Her expression nowadays is less overtly hostile and aggressive than people might remember, but there is still always a sense of danger to her in the way she moves and regards the world around her, seemingly ready to explode when needed.


Background:

To say that she's led an interesting life would be an understatement. Layne was taken by slavers as a child and ended up in the spice mines of Kessel where she would've died if not for the fact she drew the attention of a Sith. He ended up dead at her hands, but rather than being punished for it, she found herself sent to Korriban. There, she discovered many dangers, ancient connections to her family, saw those ancient connections come back to life, learned how to harness her anger and hate, and paradoxically; how to let them go. With the odds stacked against her she managed to survive to become the apprentice of Darth Baras, who utilized her as his personal assassin and enforcer.

When the Empire and Republic met on Nar Shaddaa for peace talks, Layne was there. She found herself caught up in her master's plots to advance himself, became entangled in plots involving the Emperor and his Voice, and discovered she had a living relative in the form of her cousin, Daz Hoshin. In the end, she joined others to stand against her master, only to end up paying the ultimate price right before the ship they were all in crashed into the smuggler moon and killed tens of thousands. After her supposed death, Baras framed her as being the infamous terrorist the Magpie. But she had been saved by the Massassi Queen; who was in fact one of her ancestors returned to life. Taking her cousin, she took the opportunity to try and let go of all the anger for good, by joining the Jedi.

Though she had joined the order to get away from the machinations of the Sith, Layne continued to keep secrets of her own. The connections she still had within the Empire, along with things she had learned when facing the Emperor's Voice, had her discover the Emperor intended to enact a life-devouring ritual on a galaxy-wide scale. Ostensibly joining the campaign against the Mandalorians on Bankor, her true aims there were to learn more, unwilling or unable as she was to fully trust others to resolve the crisis. Discovering an abandoned facility once belonging to the Emperor, she encountered an old acquintance in the form of the Emperor's Wrath, as well as an old enemy in Darth Zash who wanted to learn the secrets of the ritual herself.

One might never have guessed that following the campaign, Darth Zash, the Emperor's Wrath, the Massassi Queen, and Layne herself, met on Yavin in secret: to move against the Emperor and his plans. Though she could not be there herself to witness the execution of these plans, she gave it whatever support she could give. Similarly, she gave all the support she could give to the newly formed Sixth Line of the Jedi, helping train and teach them as an expert on the Sith.

By comparison, events on Alderaan were almost blissfully peaceful. The stakes there were only the fate of a core member of the Republic, after all. And perhaps, penance for past crimes. But as always, there were plots. Secrets uncovered. Battles fought. So too in the years that followed. A brief peace, followed by still more war. Though Layne had grown older and wiser, she still couldn't ever just sit still, and so she was there in the thick of it; always on the move, always ready to fight if need be even if she couldn't help but grow tired of it.

After the war, she was acknowledged as a Jedi master by the council. Some voices; still skeptical of the former Sith who has trouble follow her wherever she goes; might whisper she's not qualified, that they only did it because to not recognize such an accomplished war hero as a master would reflect poorly on the order. But even the most skeptical voices would have to admit she *has* come a long way from the angry young woman who came to them all those many years ago. Whatever darkness was in her once may still be there, but the light shines so much brighter now.

Still, she remains the kind of person who simply can't sit still; there is always the sense that there's at least one more thing to do.


Hooks:

• Aren't you that...? - Yes, Layne's a (in)famous war hero. Sure, there are more photogenic and diplomatic heroes on the holos. In fact, Layne may have been kept away from most interviews by overly concerned Jedi diplomats. But there are no doubt stories of the sole Jedi in the galaxy with an actual black lightsaber (not counting the obviously fictional Vera Hawke who in fact stole the idea from Layne, OR those novels by a certain Organa with the overactive imagination).
• That's not what I was thinking. - Well, she's also helped liberate a lot of slaves over the years. She's built up an impressively large network of people involved in such liberations, or their repatriation. She's long since lost count of the number of people she's helped this way. It is not improbable that you've been involved somehow. Perhaps you were rescued by her. Perhaps you helped. Perhaps you had *your* slaves stolen from you by her.
• Somehow, Hoshin's back - Yes. She used to be a Sith. Of course, she's dead, isn't she? Died a long time ago, in fact. Killed a lot of people in the process, big traitor to the empire and all. Some of you will remember her, of course. Some of you might be surprise to see she's still alive. Some of you might even be happy about it. And others? Well, maybe you'd like to put the 'traitor' in the snow-covered ground of Hoth.

[Ree-var Four]

Name: Ree-var Four
Gender: Female (?)
Species: Gank
Background: Criminal
Relationship status: ?
Age: ?
Height: 5' 9"
Weight: 170 lbs
Build: Fit

Ree-var Four is a Gank, the infamous race of exceedingly violent cyborg murders who frequently show up in the employ of the Hutts. In this, Four is no exception; her credentials place her in the employ of Nakta the Hutt, a casino owner and alleged crime boss.

Ganks are pack hunters, and it is rare to see one traveling alone as Four is. The story she has told others is that the rest of her pack was wiped out by her current quarry, a Rodian gambler who offended her employer in some undisclosed manner. Said gambler apparently fled to Hoth, and Ree-var Four has followed.

Exactly what a Gank looks like is a matter of some debate, as they rival even fundamentalist Mandalorians in their dedication of remaining armored at all times. Even armored, however, it's clear that Four is packing some extensive cybernetic modifications, including both of her arms, which seem to be mostly robotic.

Hooks:
* Seen a Rodian lately? Four is interested.

* Need someone dead? There's a reason the word "gank" is slang for killing someone in a very unfair manner.

* Interested in the Hutt Cartels? The Gank are basically employed by the Hutts on a racial level.

* Have propaganda to spew? Four is largely ambivalent to the Imperial-Republic conflict. Change her mind!

[Avieri Ciamber]

Name: Avieri Ciamber
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Background: Wealthy Galactic Citizen/Noble
Age: 24
Height: 5'5"
Build: Slight

Not much is known about the new addition to Baras' staff. The Ciamber name is an old noble family on Dromund Kaas, but not one that has produced a Sith of note in many decades. Until now obviously.

For brief moments he definitely has the air of an Imperial Noble. Only briefly though. What most people take away from spending any time with Avi is that he is absolutely bat shit crazy. Insane. Chewing on the edges of reality. Three banthas short of a Tuskan Raiding Party. It happens when someone throws themselves too much into the Passions of the Sith Code.

Physically he doesn't appear much. A short slight pretty boy with straw blonde hair and a pleasant expression. The aura he gives off though is threatening and faintly terrifying. Even more so when he brings it to bear on a single subject with his Light Pike across his shoulder and a gaze of utter unhinged crazyness.

Hooks
Literally anything could happen, might happen, will happen. Craziness.

[Nudimsu]

Name: Prirnu'dim'suazzo (Nudimsu)
Gender: Male
Species: Chiss
Background: Military
Occupation: Pilot of The Tortoise
Marital Status: Single
Age: 29
Height: 1.85m
Build: Slightly in shape
Hair: Black
Eyes: Red



Details
Coming from a system far beyond the reach of most travelers, the Chiss have only recently been making appearances into this part of the galaxy due to the war efforts. For Prirnu'dim'suazzo, his recent entrance to the area also had to do with the war effort. Having strong personal opinions for the Ascendancy working with the Empire. Despite being able to maintain a large amount of independence, the sure Idiocracy of the Sith Empire eventually succumbed Prirnu'dim'suazzo and, in a rare showing of emotion, left the Ascendency in grand fashion.

This also meant leaving into a whole new area surrounded by people even more who were less smarter than the group he left. After which, he turned to the Republic to learn more about them, to which he was thoroughly disappointed by their offerings and lack of clear logistical understanding and decided against working for them.

Eventually, having no other choice but to adapt or starve, Nudimsu eventually began to offer his services as a pilot. He could do his work, fly around as he was trained to do amoung the Chiss, and not have to deal with the presence of people who were less than intellectually stimulating to his needs for longer than a single mission or two.

Having realized that it was ill advised to keep on this route, leaving others in charge of his own destiny, he took out for a ship loan and decided it wise and meet up with a man, although not as smart as he, was more than capable of doing the job needed of him. His name was Craw and a Mandolorian, which apparently meant something out here, being known for their ruthless and fearsome abilities in combat. Eventually, more and more people started to flock over to his ship and they were all efficient at their job.

After the events of Bankor, Nudimsu continued to work alongside of Durasay as a personal driver while he wrapped up the remainder of his term in office. Then, after Durasay returned to being a private citizen once more, he traveled with him to the home of his people while taking odd jobs for the Republic and his cousin race. Though not entirely the same place, the chilled environment of Pantora's main planet, Orto Plutonia, was a was a nice reminder of the home he had once abandoned. There he remained for some time, travelling from time to time doing jobs to help continue to pay for the maintenance and needs of his crew aboard his ship, The Turtle. He did what he could to get to know his cousins, and most could actually hold his interest in small doses. It was clear, however, when he didn't even let Durasay finish explaining whatever task he had to do on Alderaan and agreed to go, that he had enough of his emotional and illogical cousins for the foreseeable future.

He said something about marriage. Wasn't sure if it was him getting married, or Hacha, or someone else.

After the Alderaan mission, he temporarly left his station on the Turtle to once again work privately for a Sith Lord named Lana Beniko. The ironry working for the Sith Empire in a sense after abandoning his own people for doing the same was not lost on him, but he could stomach it due to his employer being someone he could respect on an intellectual level and no other conceivable reason.

After a year traveling and seeingn more of the galaxy, he returned to the Turtle and her crew properly, with Lana choosing to hire the crew more often and even travelled with them often due to the professionalism and high efficiency he showed during their time together.

She would occasionally leave for other assignments within the Empire and would leave the crew for periods of time. This made Nudimsu even more annoyed than usual, due to the lack of a consistent paycheck from her.

...never mind that those payments never made it into the ship budget or seemed to ever be deposited. It was all complicated math and clever wiring to prevent obvious tracing. Also, one should pay no mind if it also seemed like she was just hanging out. Only the keenly minded individual could tell she was doing secret Sith stuff. Not to mention the occasional tactical meeting to discuss important strategies and potential jobs away from the crew was often held every week or so with just Nudimsu and her alone. Sure, it was a meeting that Durasay should have been attending, given his tactical prowess, but due to his Republic connections, it would have left this information quite compromised.

Besides, he did not seem to mind; rather seemed happy that his Chiss friend was willing to improve himself on the subject.

After his service helping the joint task force to help fight off some fearful Sith Lords whose power matched their emotional instability, things sort of died down for awhile for work. Picked up some bat creature from a slave pit they rescued. Had the name fan in the species, so seemed like a good addition. He was also able to cover Craw's absence fairly well.

Now he got hired again by Lana to travel to Hoth to do something important with some woman who liked music and not to talk or show her face. Probably some Force user too. Either way, this was a paying gig and the Turtle crew was always eager to earn a honest day's wage from Lana.

Hooks
- Do you like being insulted to your face unintentionally? No? Too bad.
- Are you part of the Ascendency? You may enjoy a conversation with him. Do you have high ranks within the Ascendency? Even better.
-You need a pilot? He can be hired for a fee to get you to where you need to go, no questions asked. Because it's likely he's not going to care.
-"Why does Nudimsu keep sneaking off all the time?"
- Were you on Bankor? Great! Let's not talk about it ever again.
- Alderaan, on the other hand, was a pleasant memory. Ignoring all the blood shed and destrucrion, of course. Maybe you made a good enough impression for him to remember your interactions together.

[Baesal Zyn]

Name: Baesal Zyn
Gender: Female
Species: Togruta
Background: Prisonner
Marital status: Jedi
Age: 29
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 140 lbs
Build: lithe

The Jedi's maverick master can be a strong advocate for many things but she is not known to talk about herself all that much. Her former padawan, Daz Hoshin, was ever the more social and easy going of the pair. Still, a few things are on the record.

Taken from the republic moon of Mtir where she had helped her father fight the advancing Sith Empire despite her very young age, Baesal was spared from execution and the long life of a slave: It was discovered that she was Force sensitive and thus sent to the Academy on Korriban. Since then she has defected from the Empire to the Republic and served as the padawan of Master Raji Xen until the events of Bankor where she gained knighthood.

Younger, the jedi had the habit of making splashes in the Order with her knack in making fantastical devices, her rediscovery of the world of Tython and her construction of the new Jedi temple using arcane engineering methods that never had been seen before.

Growing up she could add the creation or Force attuned cybernetics that allows the jedi in need of prosthetics to get them without seeing their connection to the Force diminish.

Five years ago she also was in the center of a controversy by advocating for the migration of the killik hives of Alderaan to a new system...which happened to be Tython. While she had dogged detractors there also were many who came to think that this was a move that, while risky, could prove fruitful for all involved. Since then she as been working with the hives and the order to facilitate cooperation and frienship.

In the last five years the recently appointed Master's technological designs are becoming increasingly alien and some say she too is becoming different somehow

Hook:

-Do you believe all living things should be shown a degree of compassion and respect even if yucky?
-Do you love nerding out on anything related to engineering, computers or obscure Force lore?
-Are you a headache to those above you?
-Chittering noises and buzzing

[Katarzyna Panteer]

Katarzyna Panteer
The Paladin Princess

Name: Katarzyna Anastacie Panteer née Ulgo (Kat or Katya to friends and family)
Age: 30
Species: Human, Alderaanian
Background: Wealthy Galactic Citizen (Noble)
Faction: Republic, Panteer Royal Family of Alderaan, Jedi Order
Identifies as/Biological sex: Female
Height: 168cm
Build: Athletic like a gymnast
Hair: Light blonde
Eyes: Clear blue
Homeworld: Alderaan
Occupation: Crown-Princess Consort, Jedi Master, Paladin, Protector of the People

Appearance
Katarzyna Ulgo is an attractive woman, with fine features, clear blue eyes, and light blonde hair that reaches past her shoulders. Her skin has the healthy glow of someone who isn't unused to being outdoors. She carries herself with an easy air of confidence and serenity, and is often very careful with her words when she speaks. Her voice is breathy and pleasant. Her clothes are simple and clean, with minimal amount of decorations except for a jeweled pin in the shape of the Ulgo-emblem that she wears, a reminder of her roots.

Given the extreme climate of Hoth, she is dressed in plain warm clothes and her armour that seems well-insulated against the cold, with a classic Jedi-cloak thrown over to provide more cover and warmth.


What Is Known
Honorable, strong, dependable, trustworthy - these are words often used to describe Katarzyna, or Kat as friends and family often call her. Born and raised on Alderaan, her parents were heroes who helped save noble hostages that the Sith had taken, giving their own lives in the line of duty. She was discovered to be Force Sensitive not long after the battle of Alderaan (3667BBY), but was allowed to do her preliminary training on the homeworld while also receiving some of the finest education House Ulgo could offer to someone who would hopefully one day be a Jedi Knight.

Eventually she moved to Coruscant to continue her training, where she excelled in most lessons and showed a strong sense of good morals as well as mindset to be a Jedi Knight. Master Syo Bakarn would take her under his wing as his Padawan, and Kat became a fine Jedi following his teachings, balancing well the needs of diplomacy, humanitarian aid, and lightsaber. Since becoming a Jedi, she has visited many worlds troubled by Sith interference, where she has helped easen the suffering of the local civilian population and mediated disputes.

In the Jedi Order, she has been known to take a hard stance against peace treaties with the Empire, stating that the Sith is only using it to deceive the Republic to build their strength enough to attack again. With the disappearance of her master and the loss of the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, Kat for a while retreated to Alderaan to contemplate the future, and found herself caught up in the dramatic attempted coup by her uncle Bouris Ulgo. She was instrumental in protecting the crown prince Gaul Panteer, further cementing their growing fondness for eachother, as well as maintaining the good image of the Jedi on Alderaan through her continued efforts of compassion and dedication.

Following the events on Alderaan five years ago, the engagement between Katarzyna Ulgo and Gaul Panteer was announced. Whatever conversations happened with the Jedi Council has remained private (despite many wanting to know), but it would seem that the Jedi Order approved of the match and acknowledged Katarzyna's capabilities and strong spiritual balance. In the time since, with marriage and building a family, Katarzyna has been quite busy. She has dedicated much time to the Paladins of Alderaan to provide safe learning of the Force to many who would never become Jedi, something which even the Jedi acknowledged her for as she was recently promoted to the rank of Jedi Master for her tireless work to bring Light and understanding to the galaxy.

Hooks

• Seen in the tabloids: The wedding with Gaul Panteer was the happening of the Holonet when it aired, so quite a few have seen the face of the Paladin Princess.
• Hero of the Outer Rim: Katarzyna has spent a lot of time on the worlds on the Outer Rim, providing humanitarian aid and a lightsaber in defense on worlds that the Sith have destabilized. If you've travelled around the Outer Rim, perhaps your paths have crossed with hers.
• Survivor of Coruscant: Katarzyna was on Coruscant during the sacking, though was not at the temple during the attack. Instead, she was out on the streets, helping civilians escape to shelter. Perhaps Katarzyna saved you, or fought alongside you?
• Thirst For Knowledge: Katarzyna is well-read, but is always interested in learning more on a variety of topics.
• Humanitarian: Katarzyna is dedicated to providing aid and help where she can, and is happy to make friends with those who share similar goals to help the people of the galaxy.
• Ripples in the Force: Something is going on with the Force, and Katarzyna has glimpses of her own to add to it.
• Thranta Enthusiast: Love for animals, especially mounts? Katarzyna greatly enjoys thranta-flying, and is said to have been gifted a most extraordinary breed of thranta for her wedding.

[Durasay Mixo]

Name: Durasay Mixo
Gender: Male
Species: Pantoran
Background: Military Training (a former captain of the Pantora Defense Force)
Marital status: Married
Age: 47
Height: 1.97 Meters
Weight: 93.4 kG
Hair: White
Eyes: Yellow-Amber
Build: Muscular
Complexion: Pale Blue, with distinguishing yellow tattoos on upper cheeks and forehead

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Languages: Basic, Huttese, Mando'a, Pantoran

Background:
Durasay is a proud (one could easily say arrogant) man in his mid forties. Coming from a long line of military members, he mustered out of the Pantoran Defense Forces about seven years ago, finding himself into the line of a gun for hire. He eventually wound up with Nudimsu and his crew. He always had a way with words, an almost preternatural talent for either turning people to his side, or knowing just how to frame his arguments to come across as the best course of action.

He's beyond charming, though it's really his ability to lead that stands out. Also with a cunning mind and quick fingers, he's easily at home in the gambling dens as he is the warroom. Unfortunately, he can be a bit of a short fuse when frustrated, even with military training to hone his discipline.

Since Nar Shaddaa, Durasay returned home, running a grass roots campaign of political office that ended with him being elected Senator of Pantora. A popular voice with the Populist faction of senators, seeking to give more power to each member system and decentralize the Republic government as much as possible while still maintaining law and order. More importantly, providing for the general welfare.

It was his own sense of Duty, and a bad habit of taking risks, that Durasay immediately volunteered for the mission for Bankor, his contacts with the Pantoran Planetary Forces allowing him to commission his old armor and operate under his rank of 'Captain. He looks to help the people of Bankor, while hoping to strengthen their own Populist group.

After the events of Bankor, Durasay served the remainder of his term in the Senate on the Military Affairs committee. On Pantora, Senators serve only 1 term. He recently returned home, and has served as an advisor to both the Chairman, and also current Senator Phillipa Chuy. He is on Alderaan to help ensure that the system does not descend into Civil War.

During the festival at Alderaan, Durasay was contacted by a noblewoman, Verash Organa, seeking to make a trade deal with Pantora. After their business was concluded, Durasay kept calling upon her. Maybe it was the atmosphere of the festival, but it blossomed to a full relationship with the consumate business woman. An intelectual equal, and the ease with which he opened up to her. It just felt right, and the pair fell in love.

Since Alderaan, Durasay and Verash have gotten married, further cementing an alliance between Alderaanian and Pantoran noble families, though that certainly is only a bonus compared to having a partner to live out the rest of his days with. They have two young children, who have shown signs of sensitivity with the Force, though Durasay shields them from the Jedi, choosing to teach them himself.

Coming to Hoth with the crew of the Turtle, the aging Durasay may be seeking one last adventure, or simply a need to determine what the nature of the Gree are, and are they a threat…


Duty: 20 (Loss Prevention) - Ensuring that his troops are as safe as possible under battlefield conditions is Durasay’s primary concern. He never sends troops into hopeless situations in which defeat is certain, preferring instead to preserve their unit’s strength for meaningful battles if sacrifices must be made. If taken too far, this ideology can result in weak commanding officers who lose ground because they aren’t even willing to try. They may gain a reputation for cowardice, which harms both discipline and their own chances for advancement.

Obligation: High Risk - Durasay just can't help it; he has to take the most dangerous jobs and play for the highest stakes. A victim of his own pride, and his ego often lands him in trouble. Mixo has something to prove and, when challenged, he cannot help but take the opportunity to displa his bravery, even if he puts himself and his party in harms' way.

Motivatation: Reward - Moral: Sometimes helping others is a reward in itself. Altruism may be a rare virtue, but ne'er do welling attracts all sorts, and being a criminal does not mean he has no moral code. Durasay might get a kick out of helping others, or he hopes to change the galaxy one good deed at a time. Either way, he wants to feel good about himself based on his own criteria. Whether he gains recognition as a hero or not does not matter.

Hooks:
-Pantora has a long history with the Republic. Were you a member of the Republic Military? Perhaps you got to know each other on a joint operation in the mid-rim.
-Bounty Hunter? Smuggler? Ne'er-do-well? He isn't one to be afraid of being a bit... underground. Maybe you've run into each other. And he's also a big fan of the seedy side of cities. Better gambling, and more interesting company.
-Durasay is a known practitioner of the Force, but not of the Jedi Order. He's always willing to discuss the Great Mystery, in all facets.
- Sharing a love of the esoteric with his wife, the Lady Verash Organa, artifacts intrigue him.

[Cynella Alde]

Cynella Rhiannon Esmetrice Alde
Lady Valorous?

Affiliation: House Alde, loyal nobility of the Republic
Species: Human, Kuati
Age: 29
Identifies as/Biological sex: Female
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Green
Height: 170cm
Build: Yoga Mom
Background: Wealthy Galactic Citizen
Occupation: Lieutenant of the Blue Gallant
Marital Status: Wife of Aurilie Alde

Appearance
Years of motherhood and an actual job have taken its toll on Cynella's once-sculpturesque physique. She still extols the benefits of a well-balanced diet and exercise, for both her and the rest of her family, as well as stressing the finer things in life like fashion and etiquette. Nonetheless, there's only ever so much time in the day.

Nonetheless, perhaps her radiant personality shows that beauty goes beyond mere exteriors. She has exchanged her playful flirtations for doting compliments. Such extends even to her time in uniform, making her a bit of an unusual XO for anyone under her command.

Hooks
-Since her marriage, Cynella has integrated herself into Alderaanian high society. Mount Joral could not be remote, distant, and mysterious anymore!
-At long last, the woman obsessed with a certain Captain has started her own legend. At least, that's what she hopes.
-There's not a day in her life that she doesn't try to work her kids into the conversation. It's a mix of love and, well, potential nepotism in the making...

[Breela Po]

Breela Po

Gender: Female
Species: Farghul
Background: Military Training
Marital status: Widow
Age: 46
Height: 5' 4"
Build: Slim/Athletic



Appearance
Her fur is white with fading black stripes, and she has dyed black hair. She typically wears her Jedi Battle Armor under a thick brown robe, and she is probably the only Jedi Knight that doesn't carry a lightsaber.

Those who knew her five years ago would remember her being much more rambunctious than she is now.

Background
If you have access to her file, or if you have heard of her, you might know some or all of the following:

- She was born 3689 to Vilhemeena and Lek Ma on Coruscant.
- She was inducted into the order as a cub.
-Her Master was Zan Li, an Epicanthix Jedi. Master Zan Li watched in horror as Panantha was devastated by the Sith Empire as the order looked on and did nothing. He ended up having to move bureaucratic mountains just to get the Jedi to relocate the survivors to Bunduki. Soon after the "Followers of Palawa" were born.
-In 3677 events unfold and eventually Master Zan Li and his Padawan Breela Ma follow Master Horus Kun all the way to Heros Prime. Later they would side with King Horus Kun, in whose service Master Zan Li was killed. After Horus Kun's faction was brought down she fled and didn’t rejoin the Jedi for years.
-At 30 She married Khaji Po and started a family. Together they had a son and a daughter: Torrance and Zan'ja Po (Pronounced like Sonya - Named after her former master).
-The Order finds her again by 3656 and she joins the initiative to create havoc behind Sith lines.
-At some point one of her resistance operations goes too well and the Sith deploy a weapon that she still barely understands. It demoralized the resistance filling their dreams with (sometimes) waking nightmares or horrors. (Dread Masters?) Whatever it was, it drove her to drink. A habit she still hasn't kicked to this day.
-As the fighting worsened eventually she moved her family to Coruscant. They were there in 3653 - up until recently she believed them killed during the sacking.



She spent two years looking for her family. Gave up by the third and was about to retire on Alderaan until she became swept up in events there five years ago. Afterwards she rejoined the order, and helped Thy in her quest to end the Cunning Man's conspiracy. Until recently she's been a model Jedi. Fighting the good fight where she could, occasionally taking trips back to Alderaan to teach at her burgeoning martial arts school.

[Pipka]

Name: Pipka
Gender: Male
Species: Chadra-Fan
Background: Slave Origins
Relationship Status: Committed to the crew of the Turtle
Age: 17
Height: .9m
Build: Tiny, but Fierce (muscular for a Chadra-Fan)
Fur: Naturally light gray, currently dyed blue.
Languages: Basic, Binary, Chadra-Fan, Cheunh(rudimentary), Durese, Gamorrese, Huttese, Pantoran, Rodese, Sith, and Twi'Leki

Taken from his homeworld as a young pup, Pipka began his grand adventure as a slave. While the other slaves were always so gloomy and homesick, Pipka was excited, the alternative was sitting at home and waiting for the big wave to come for him. Because he was small and weak, he didn't have to toil physically as much as the others, but he still had to do manual labor. Always finding the silver lining, Pipka prided himself on being stronger than most Chadra-Fan because of his work. Another benefit to his lifestyle was he got to meet many different people and learns lots of languages. Most of his fellow slaves were annoyed by his optimism when they first met him, but they eventually came to appreciate his cheery attitude. Those who didn't seemed to leave pretty quickly... he wondered where they went.

Pipka was living his best life when he and his fellow slaves were freed during a raid. He thought his life was exciting before, but after he managed to talk his way into staying aboard the Turtle and traveling with them, the whole galaxy was opened up to him. He got to travel, see new places, meet new people, and occasionally(often) blow them up. Pipka had taken quickly to working the guns aboard the Turtle and thoroughly enjoyed making things go boom. The freedom of the Turtle and the camaraderie with the crew brought Pipka a level of fulfillment he didn't realize he was missing, it was like he had found a clan of his own, but without the dread of hurricanes and tsunamis back on Chad.

He can't wait for their next mission on Hoth. They get to help refugees and he gets to see a planet where all the water is frozen.

Hooks:

• Were you a slave in the last decade or so? We might have worked together.
• I like big guns and I can not lie!
• I don't like water. It's deep and dark and engulfing, and it gets everywhere.

[Riss]

Riss Lanar
Countess of the Lesser House Lanaar, Bisaster Extraordinaire

Affiliation: House Lanar, Alderaanian political crux.
Species: Human, Alderaanian
Age: ~31
Identifies as/Biological sex: Female/Female
Hair: Light Pink (colored)
Eyes: Brown
Height: 5'8
Build: Top Hourglass, relatively fit.
Occupation: Well regarded Alderaanian Diplomat
Marital Status: Unwed, unsuited.

Description

None would have expected Riss Lanar to be the cub of Count Jaton Lanar that would replace him. However, given the trials that her family faced with their near extinction by the politics and forces which brought the arms of Thul to bear against them the Lanar house was found in a time of great change. Returning home near five years ago as an errant smuggler on the shift of the galaxy's tides she found herself in position to reclaim not only her name but her place within society back home. In doing so Riss Lanar became the scion of the House Lanar and has created a space where the errant members of her family are once more welcome on Alderaan, as well as a space where she can build herself something to invest in. House Lanar, given Riss' many connections, has found itself in a pivotal place within Alderaanian society, keeping the various houses linked together in cooperative effort.

Few would expect Riss to be the Countess Lanar herself given her demeanor, but the hint lay within the quality of dress she now wears. Though she will never lose the particular charm that has come to her from years of vagrancy across the galaxy Riss has adopted herself into her new role with grace. Despite first appearances Riss is quick to prove the efficacy of her claim to the title of Countess in her powerful capability of persuasion accompanied by deserving presence. Smuggler mode of dress served by financial support of a Countess finds Riss in a position where she can command respect and authority among both noble and common man classes. There are few not finding themselves welcomed when she wishes to make them feel so.

Hooks

Countess Lanar: As the head of a family rising from the ashes of defeat, Riss has used her charm in a variety of ways to influence others toward her cause.

Diplomatically Charitable: As Countess, Riss has often been a leader toward organizing Alderaanian charity efforts both locally and abroad.

Tawdry Past: Riss was a wanderer across the galaxy for a long time and left a train of hookups and other such relationships in her wake. A friend to many, and an enemy to others.

[Aurilie Alde]

Aurilie Alde
The Prince of Mount Joral

Affiliation: House Alde, loyal nobility of the Republic
Species: Human, Alderaanian
Age: 29
Identifies as/Biological sex: Female
Hair: Dark Purple with Pink Highlights
Eyes: Blue
Height: 5'7"
Build: Slender
Background: Wealthy Galactic Citizen
Occupation: Prince, Noble, Hunter, and Future Ruler
Marital Status: Wife of Cynella Alde

Appearance
The Prince of Mount Joral is in every way the exemplar of House Alde royalty. Aurilie appears to be mature, cool and stoic on first impression, much like the long winters of the mountains she calls home. There is a sort of subtle charisma about her, certainly making her intentions clear without muddling them in too much flair. She conducts herself with a sort of refined elegance that can only come from proper breeding and a proud lineage of rulers from House Alde. Some may consider her well-practiced demeanour cold, but she is known to warm up to those she considers good company. She often seems to smile all too easily when in the company of her wife, Cynella, or her children. They've done a good job of coaxing her good humour in public. It's done wonders for the formerly reclusive and, at times brooding, prince of House Alde.

The prince's appearance strives regularly to be impeccable, as a standard. What she wears for each occasion is weighed with consideration and calculated in many ways. In formal settings, Aurilie typically favours old-fashioned military-style uniforms with golden epaulettes decorating the shoulders and high collars for a regal appearance. The old-fashioned members of House Alde are known to be a little behind on the current Jedi-like fashion trend. When on Hoth, she dresses warmly to brave the harsh Arctic-like conditions, favourite white or regional camouflage. The make-up around her eyes is bold and smouldering. Her hair is a bit of an outlier in her appearance, coloured deep purple with streaks of pink highlights.

Mount Joral and Background
Mount Joral is found in the heart of the Juran Mountains, in the area where much of the wilderness surrounds the governing kingdom. The roads leading to the kingdom proper are often narrow and winding, often making flight the ideal method of travel when the weather is cooperative. There is plentiful lumber and ore found throughout the land, although there have been reported issues with predators and natural obstructions that make most ventures difficult. Ultimately, the land serves more like a remote resort and conservation.

Prince Aurilie Alde is the eldest child in the family and likely heir to the kingdom. She has done her part to thin out the predator population in the surrounding area, with her focus aim at keeping her kingdom safe to be proactive than reactive. When not on Alderaan, she has been seen in parts of the galaxy seeking dangerous predators in the wild to claim as trophies for her wall. Despite her trophy room constantly at capacity, she now contends with rotating her trophies and donating the excess to the museum.

In the aftermath of the Festival of a Thousand Flowers, Aurilie was engaged to Cynella Andrim and they were wed in a traditional ceremony with Ser Keyhote as her best man. She has taken the reins of her position as prince and engaged herself in politics at home, focusing on soothing the civil unrest and doing away with the growing xenophobic sentiments that were beginning to rear their ugly head on Alderaan. Alderaan cannot be an exemplar of peace in the Republic if they cannot find it themselves, is her belief. After making good grounds on this effort, she has now turned her attention to the recent conflict on Hoth.

Hooks
• Hunting was something that the ancestral members of House Alde did as a necessity and a hobby when they first found Alderaan. It's no secret that Aurilie is very fond of hunting and takes it very seriously, albeit something she does less now as a mother of three children.
• She's been throughout the galaxy seeking big game for her hunt, often doing so with an organized hunting party. Her trophy collection is very impressive.
• She is Alderaanian royalty and from House Alde, her domain is the remote region of Mount Joral. Perhaps you were a visitor once? The region is well known for its long winters and abundance of valleyberry wine.
• She might be something of a rebel...for a conservative member of Alderaanian royalty. She started as a youth with some incorrigible tendencies at first before growing up into an adult who continues to push the boundaries of her parents' tolerance.
• Politics are something she considers to be a headache once, but has taken up the reigns, brokering goodwill among all Alderanians and their allies beyond.
• She's married to the wonderful and sociable Cynella Alde. If you know of her, then perhaps you know of her wife too?


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[Omandri Rist]

Duke Omandri Rist

Affiliation: Republic, Alderaan, House Rist
Species: Human, Alderaanian
Age: early thirties
Identifies as/Biological sex: Male/Male
Hair: Black with one or two grey streaks
Eyes: Brown
Height: 5'10
Build: on the brawny side of athletic
Occupation: Duke of House Rist, Head of Alderaanian Intelligence, doctor
Marital Status: Unwed

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Description

Standing just about average in height Omandri cuts what some have called a handsome figure. Charming enough to hold conversation, and well built to the point it's clear he works out regularly Omandri's most dangerous weapon and greatest tool has always been his mind.

The last five years have mellowed the doctor turned Duke in some ways and sharpened him in others. His confidence once bordered on cockiness but now is more a quiet strength in the way he holds himself. He has refined his ability to lead but not slackened in his medical knowledge nor physical prowess. In fact he may be in better shape than his twenties, those that have not seen him since Alderaan might note a few extra pounds of muscle thanks to workouts with his cousin.

The sign of age, or job related stress, to touch him is a handful of greys beginning to streak his otherwise black hair.

Omandri has taken to wearing more formal clothing in colors of house Rist and has of course packed warm for the trip to the ice planet

Background

Few who knew him as a child would predict Omandri would run the house one day. His older sister had been groomed for that honor being the eldest child. She held it to, for a time, until she helped stage a coup with Boris Ulgo. Giandra being Giandra she escaped with a Head still on her shoulders and free from a cell but she could no longer run the house of assassins. As fate would have it Omandri was on the planet when all of this went down, even became some kind of Big Damn Hero for being part of a team that faced down Boris in the throne room. With his recent heroics, stellar military record and long history of humanitarian work in the outer rim, Omandri became the best choice as the new face for House Rist.

While the house narrowly avoided being disassembled right then and there a few came to resent their savior in short order as Omandri slowly began pivoting House Rist away from sanctioned killings and toward more general espionage and intelligence work. A few operatives left, some were let go, more than one attempt on his life was made. Assassins could be a prickly bunch, who knew?

But with time and help from Jameela Panteer and the newly ascended Countess Lanar among other political allies Omandri spearheaded a movement to get sanctioned killings ended on Alderaan.

Over the last few years Omandri and House Rist have flourished in their respective roles. Over time House Rist did more and more work in the government sector working more often with Alderaanian intelligence until eventually just assuming Alderaanian intelligence operations officially. They keep track of all domestic threats whether that be the new Alderaanian National Movement or established houses. If the coup five years ago taught them anything its to be wary of anyone. House Rist also consolidates intelligence gathering on off world issues and threat assessment occasionally working with Republic Intelligence.

As with many antics not strictly related to his job Riss is responsible for getting him roped into this mission to Hoth. Though in truth it did not take much convincing to get the Duke to go on a humanitarian mission to aid the Republic.

Hooks

Spymaster: Omandri is Head of Alderaanian Intelligence and has worked with Republic Intelligence for years. If you deal in secrets for either side its possible you've heard of him. If you're with the republic you could have worked together.

Veteran: Omandri served several years in the Republic Military, separating a little less than a decade ago. He was an enlisted man and medic.

Well teavelled: before settling down as Duke five years ago, if you could call it settling, Omandri spent a few years travelling the Outer Rim and beyond studying and helping less developed cultures.

Knowledge in all forms: Omandri makes a wonderful spymaster because he's always had a hunger for knowledge. Be it medicine, anthropology, psychology, state secrets, or anything else he is a voracious learner.

[Jan Melmoar]

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Name: Jan Melmoar
Gender: Female Presenting
Species: Mostly Human
Marital Status: Happily Living In Sin
Age: Late 30s
Height: 1.8M
Build: Rapier thin
Hair: Dyed white
Eyes: Golden-Brown

"Hey Sarge! Check out the holo! It's Jan! Well I'll be, she really made it....."

-Corporal Hrred, Special Tactics Group 41

"Have you noticed she smiles half a second after everyone else? Like she's just putting on a show? I heard that she ev- stars! She's coming."

-Unnamed Czerka Department Head

"Melmoar if we find you I swear we'll kill your family to three generations you bi- [TRANSMISSION LOST]"

-Proctor Zannagot of the Zannagot Family Bank shortly before an inexplicable building destroying blast.

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Money, influence power. When you have a little you want more and when you have more it's not enough. Since leaving Ziost, Jan has gone from strength to strength, increasing her influence throughout Czerka and shamelessly profiteering. While she does have her limits they are few and far between, and a nice pile of credits does wonders for the soul.

Money can't buy happiness, but it's a lot more comfortable crying yourself to sleep in a luxury speeder.

The past near decade has seen the Czerka director enjoy rounds on various holoshows in-between bouts of 'problem solving' for the corporation at large. From time to time Jan still enjoys the personal touch only a disruptor rifle can provide. Outwardly it seems that made the hunger that drove her from an enlisted solider in an unseen war to the highest ranks of a galactic corporation might have diminished somewhat. Especially now that she seems to have settled down with a sith noble of all people.

But the hunger is never sated and the former soldier is turning her thoughts to legacy. She's keen to leave her mark on the universe in some way, to prove to everyone that Jan Melmoar was here, she succeeded and there's nothing you can do about that. Although she's only spoken to Lucinia about it it's increasingly clear to her that this glorious future might be apart from Czerka...

Hooks

Known for:

• Being the life of the party- What good is power and wealth if you don't actually use it?
• Looking into the White Maw - Jan seems to have an interest in this band of pirates, something worth killing over.
• An Arms dealer and a lady - Czerka is one of the galaxy's premier weapons dealers and Jan considers it one of her passions.
• Ex-military - Jan has the same view of force users most soldiers conscripted and sent to face certain death by the Empire do. On the other hand, she has a quiet soft spot for the enlisted or veterans.

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Name: N'Zzi Korath
Gender: Female Presenting
Species: Chiss
Marital Status: Married to her job (or she better be).
Age: 30
Height: 1.6m
Build: Unexceptional
Hair: Black
Eyes: Bright red

"N'Zzi? Oh she's very good...don't tell her I said that."

-Jan Mellmoar

"The assistant director? If she claims one more week of overtime I'll-...oh, she's part of..oh I see, no problem then."

-Pennar Phon, HR

"She's gonna take her holiday this year...definitely, this time she'll make it."

-Kres'Ten Korath

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N'Zzi has worked her way up from intern (and possible accomplice in light treason) to an assistant director, or as Jan likes to remind her, assistant director to the director. She's a little more sure of herself through the simple expedient of still being alive after all these years, and the Chiss is sure she's seen Jan smile at her once or twice when she thought she wasn't looking.

In truth N'Zzi has made herself indispensable to Jan who has responded with infinite overtime and a generous salary. That and she's still really good at keeping the Director's firearms in tip-top shape.

[Zeno Thul]

Name: Zeno Dinami Deathwright Thul
Gender: Male
Species: Sith-blooded human
Faction: House Thul
Background: Imperial Noble
Marital status: Married
Age: 30
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 175 lbs
Build: Lean

He hasn't lost any of his intensity over the years, but he is much less quick to anger. Among the Sith he always felt he needed to prove something. Among toothless Republic society? They can be the ones to try and prove that they are not weak if that is what they want to do. That's not to say that his temper is gone, but it certainly doesn't flare up like it used to. Time, fatherhood, and distance from the empire has stolen away the impulsive responses that used to define him.

He has also grown slightly taller from what most might remember. Still just as lean, and still dressing military uniform inspired practical clothing, though now more in Thul colors and fashions. He carries a lightsaber with him when he is limited to only one weapon, but when he can carry more he has his matching pair, as well as an ancient sword that has the symbol of house Deathwright on the cross guard.

He no longer uses the title Lord, nor do any of the Imperials that reside with House Thul call him that. Officially, from their perspective, he is a member of House Thul and thus a citizen of the Republic.

Since the founding of the Paladins, Duke-consort Thul has made visits and discussions with them a regular occurrence. He assumes that recruits are told that his words and path are dangerous, and he doesn't disagree. But he also is willing to spar and teach lightsaber combat to those interested and willing to visit him without any expectation of them joining him. Unfortunately, with access to crystals controlled by Sith and Jedi, they have to use ancient style Sith and Jedi swords. But if they bring a crystal he's more than happy to show them how to build a saber. All the better for Alderaan if they know how to fight if necessary, in his not so humble opinion.

He is currently being shadowed by a tower of a warrior, a Blackguard he calls Lady Savagery. You wouldn't be able to tell from the armor if she is male or female though. Lady Savagery is quite intensely dour, not unlike other Blackguard. She also seems to spend an inordinate amount of time doing physical training.

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Hooks:
- Do you like flying and the freedom that it grants? So does Zeno.
- Do you enjoy sparring and fencing? Perhaps we could have a bout or two?
- Perhaps we've met when I was on the opposite side of negotiations. Maybe we can catch up?
- I'm here for Thul, Thul is here for Alderaan, and Alderaan is here for the Republic. Plus, improving the flow of trade can probably improve Thul's position in some way.

[Rumun Gol]

Gender: Male
Species: Duros
Background: Elevated Sith Slave
Marital status: Unknown
Age: 32
Height: 2,1 m/6'11"
Weight: 85 kg/ 187.4 lbs
Build: Lean

Rumun is a former slave. Not much is know about this duros, except that he did not gave a very good impression during his time at the academy at Korriban. He was not a top class student, he barely graduated. In other words, he is a nobody.

Yet, somehow, He managed to become Darth Hoshi's apprentice, former head of the Ministry of Domination and rising member of the dissolved Dark Council of the Sith Empire. How is that this duro achieved such prestigious place and station with his previous records, no one knows...

It is rumoured that he managed to convince several imperial and galactic economic conglomerates, creditors, bankers and corporations to gave their support to his master, making her rich with vast resources at her disposal which she used bring war to the Empire once the Emperor was deposed from power during the events on Ziost.

There are some that speak, in hushed tone, that this duros had something to do with the catastrophic terrorist crash of a spacecraft into several districts in Nar Shaddaa that claimed the lives of several innocents, contrary to the official story known by the public.

It is whispered that it was through Rumun's efforts that several pirate fleets, including the one of Theya Kess, joined Darth Hoshi and her fleet in hit and run tactics causing chaos on the Outer Rim and stretching the Empire's resources thin.

Some even say that seccession from the Empire is still on track, and that even after decades of a gruesome and slow guerrilla warfare on the fringes of the galaxy, the fight has not ended for those that didn't join the coup against the Emperor.

What is true or simply gossip, nobody really knowns. What is known however is that this duros has no longer ties to the Sith Empire

Or has he?

[Hacha Tsuko]

Hacha Tsuko
Someone else might have gotten it wrong

Name: Hacha Tsuko
Age: 41
Species: Duros
Background: Academic
Faction: The Turtle
Identifies as/Biological sex: Male
Height: 170 cm
Skin Green-Blue
Build: Pudgy
Eyes: Red
Homeworld: Duro
Occupation: Ship Designer, Mechanic

Appearance
Hacha is starting to show the effects of age and less than great physical fitness, starting to bulge in a few places that won't get him on a holovid poster. He is almost always in work clothes, heavy duty mechanic wear that is covered with thick padded clothing when not inside a hot engine room.



What Is Known
Hacha began his story well respected engineer, but his obsession with pet projects caused him to heavily outspend his budget. After dumping a truly awe inspiring amount of credits by overengineering ship designs, he was forced to leave the Duro shipyards in disgrace, finding himself black balled after "accounting irregularities" with other departments expense budgets came to like. As he was not one to set aside his obsession for tinkering and improving, he set out to become a spacer, heading to places where conflict was spilling over because he thought it would be the best way to scavenge parts he could use. It was in this desperation that he went to the planet of Bankor as a Mandalorian invasion was taking place. He happened upon a ship and crew that were in desperate need of repair, that of the Turtle a light freighter. With the ships owners willing to offer him free reign on the ship, and with mix of an excess of damaged vehicles and funding from the Republic, Hacha did more than rebuild the ship, he went about upgrading large swaths of it, including the installation of a prototype ship scale Sabot Cannon.

Hacha found himself called upon to serve on the front lines of the fighting on Bankor, to his own surprise. To everyone else's, he managed to acquit himself well in spite of repeated injury, as the Mandalorian warriors had used many mechanical or computerized failsafes that needed to be disabled. In addition, a repaired Turtle landed a critical blow in its return to space. Hacha was finally tasked with a suicide mission: to stop Varo Kryze from crashing his ship on a civilian populace.

Though his reputation was restored after Bankor, with his advice and designs becoming much sought after, Hacha frequently plays hooky and chooses to go on long stints working as the ship's mechanic for the Turtle, using it as a testbed for his designs. With the ship used as the escort for esteemed representative Durasay Mixo, Hacha has joined in as ship's mechanic to catch up with old friends and escape the bureaucracy for a while.

Hacha was mostly non-plussed at the interactions on Alderaan, and seemingly oblivious to some of the connections that were made by other crewmen. In particular, he believed that the existance of a mask covered human female on the ship was some form of exhaustion induced hallucination. Never shy, he has frequently asked both Lana Beniko and Songbird to "hold my hydrospanner for a minute" before ducking into a piece of equipment that is not up to his satisfaction.


In the past few years, Hacha as ignored most requests to consult elsewhere to stay with the Turtle full time. Instead, he has been doing his best to talk up the idea of networking with nearly everyone he meets, especially with other non-aligned that wound up together in the fighting against the Dread Masters, going on the idea that a pool of merc and freebooters can often be a greater help to each other no matter which side they most frequently fall on and he has not been choosy on those he has done business with.


Hooks

• I'm a computery guy! Everything made of buttons and wires! Not a bad slicer, and an even better mechanic. He'll be the first to tell you too!
• Turtle Power A member of the best ship the galaxy that money can hire.* Step on her shell if you dare. *(Best Ship in the Galaxy is Hacha's own opinion and may not have a basis is fact)
• The Unlikeliest Combat Vet For a pudgy academic, Hacha is a survivor both of the Madalorian invasion of Bankor and the more recent Dread War
• Repairs, fabrications and modifications cheap!: For Hacha, the joy comes from the work itself. So he'll only charge modest fees for it.
• Freebooter, merc or other independent operator? Hacha has been reaching out to whomever he can who he sees as having fallen through the cracks in the universe. You might even join the dysfunctional family of the Turtle

[Arsele Girard]

Name: Arsele Girard
Nicknames: Snowflake, Elly... just don't casually call her Arse
Biological Sex: female
Identifies As: female
Species: Human
Background: Wealthy Galactic Citizen
Marital Status: Single
Age: 28
Height: 5'3" (1.6m)
Build: like a gymnast or dancer, but on the thicc side
Hair: platinum blonde
Eyes: aqua blue
Complexion: Pale



APPEARANCE
Since her long time on Nar Shaddaa, Arsele Girard has only matured into a more filled out, curvy, and strong beauty. On the short side, she moves with the grace and energy of a gymnast, but with the refined measure of her noble heritage. Her fashion is a bit different now that she's on Hoth of all places, being at least a little more warm due to the ice planet's weather. Still, a lot of that is taken care of by her high end Karflo Thinshuit, so she can wear fun and fashionable clothes on top of it.

WHAT IS KNOWN
Arsele is the oldest child of Dominika and Trystran Girard, a powerful couple from one of the scores of minor houses that dot the Alderaanian political scene. House Girard is so small, it was forced to look to House Thul for protection during the Alderaanian Civil War, and the House has outstanding debts and alliances with Thul to this day.

As for Arsele herself, the politics and control and backstabbing of noble politics must not have been for her, because she ran away from home at age seventeen, despite promising talent and good grades at school. Her trail went cold for a bit, but tales of her next appeared in Hutt space, where she now had a ship, a military grade stun gun, and a large debt. Those who met the girl on her new home in Nar Shaddaa though did not find her in poor spirits. Instead, Arsele seemed to relish in her explorations of the universe and the freedom she had, despite a tiny apartment and debt payments.

On Nar Shaddaa, Arsele made a living in the nicer parts of the moon for the most part, using her grace, beauty, and training as a noblewoman to seamlessly integrate herself into the upscale night club scene of the upper city. As contacts were developed and opportunities explored, Arsele started spending most of her working hours as a stripper and lap dancer at some of the more upscale establishments in the red light district. She enjoyed the risque nature of the work, the thrill of control she had over customers, and the rush of competition against the other beautiful dancers for stage time and attention in what was ultimately a rather cut throat business.

Still, even with steady tips and sugar daddies, cost of living, ship upkeep, parking fees, debt interest, and her own refined tastes in clothing and alcohol combined to keep finances more than tight, many months being spent in the red. Not comfortable with a continual life in a tiny twelve square meter apartment in a bad part of town and continual looming debt, she looked for side jobs. First, her athleticism and love of competing against other women led Arsele to play a few seasons in minor league Huttball. But, much more lucrative was her decision to take up bounty hunting, using her disarming charms, crack shot skill, and heavy stun gun to bring in those with decent rewards on them. Lastly, she also developed interest in pickpocketing, theft, and other scams, though this side of her obviously wasn't known to anyone, unlike her forays into Huttball and bounty hunting.

In the end, it just wasn't enough for her though; The money from all her sources combined was much much better than just dancing, but it took up all her time. What was the point of freedom if she didn't get to enjoy it? And besides, both Huttball and bounty hunting had their dangers, dangers that were thrilling at first but grew more wearisome with time. Arsele needed something else, and the goons her parents kept sending to try to convince her to go back to Alderaan provided an answer; Surely a rich world like her homeworld could provide answers to having both freedom AND luxury at the same time, even if it meant some digging and having to spend time with all the snooty boring nobles.

On Alderaan, Arsele showed no signs of settling down, refusing any offers of arranging a marriage or a long term position, much to her parent's discontentment. Still, she's poked around with things and at least hasn't been an embarrassment. And Arsele has actually even worked a bit with House Thul and what's happening with the unrest between the Houses. It is known by a few that she was involved in... something on Alderaan, something that was enough to draw the attention of the Jedi Masters. No one knows what, and Master Thy isn't telling. What is known is Arsele accompanied the Jedi Master off the planet to Hoth, and has been more quiet and contemplative since then. Those who know Arsele well surmise maybe she is romantically involved with Thy, though those who know Thy know that's impossible, and those who have talked to Arsele know she is quick to dismiss such notions. Those, more reasonable people or those in the know of Arsele's less legal aspects, argue that maybe the Jedi have some sort of dirt on Arsele, maybe past crimes or the woman's past relationship with certain Jedi Twi'lek.

Regardless, a quieter and more cooperative Arsele has made her way to Hoth of all places. And she does not seem the most thrilled at this.

LIKES
* pretty women
* credits
* dancing
* credits
* driving fast
* stylish and risque clothes
* credits
* competition
* wine & spirits
* luxury
* credits
* exercising

DISLIKES
* dirt
* smog
* nature
* ale & beer
* children
* difficult animals
* politics
* bondage
* boredom
* the heat
* responsibility

[Remmington Balmung]

Name: Lord Remmington Balmung
Race: Human
Age: 30 [looks in 20s]
Marital Status: Married
Height: 178cm / 5'10"
Weight: 70kg / 154lbs
Hair: White, long braid
Eyes: Brown
Build: Athletic

Remmington is a descendant of Darth Balmung, who centuries ago rose to power and was named the Herald of the Emperor. Working directly under the Emperor, the Herald's duty was the rout traitors within the Sith. He formed a powerful House but as much is the Sith way became an object of fear and jealousy. House Balmung never produced any individuals at their founder's level and steadily lost power to the machinations of other Houses over the centuries. The last descendant of the House to have any real talent was Remmington's father who was considered a genius tactician. With his fall the House was finally buried.

After the change in regime, Remmington has spent the past 9 years working to restore his fallen House. It has been a long and slow process of tracking down other descendants and recruiting talented people that catch his eye. He works as a part time saber instructor on Korriban
He sometimes goes travelling around the galaxy for lengths of time. He had a major assignment to aid with the peace negotiations on Nar Shaddaa. There he formed an ace Hutt Ball team which quickly fell to Hutt corruption. He still has an active interest in Huttball and even started the Imperial Huttball League.

It is during this time on Nar Shaddaa that Remmington acquired a scar over his left eye. Although the eye still appears to be functional. He apparently is an honourary Mandalorian of the Fett Clan.

He was present on Ziost for the regime change. Something that he felt was necessary. At the very least with the Sith involvement in the military in their power struggles and the you know absorbing all life in the galaxy thing. Although not anywhere near as quickly as some of his other graduating class, Remmington eventual made the promotion into a Lord.

Hooks:
- Remmington enjoys swordplay and refining his skill
- Need a mechanic? Remmington may be your man.
- Do you enjoy Huttball? So does Remmington.
- Remmington travels around the galaxy a lot. Maybe you ran into him at a spaceport.

[Luth Khalan]

Name: Luth Khalan
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Faction: Sith Empire
Background: Slave Origins
Marital status: Single
Age: 34
Height: 5'1" (1.55m)
Weight: 120 (54kg)
Build: Light Athletic
Hair: Red
Eyes: Dark blue

Description
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Luth Khalan is known by most in the Empire as Darth Baras’ masked and cloaked apprentice. Her arrival tends to portend untraceable disappearances and similarly troubling but difficult to trace phenomena. Under the heavy armor and hood is a small woman with large, dark blue eyes and a small, slightly upturned nose and small mouth, giving a somewhat mousey impression, at least in appearance. An uneven smattering of freckles crosses her face, concentrating across her nose and cheeks. Even outside of her duties, she tends toward silence and observation over words, preferring to have as much information as possible before acting. Her civilian wear tends toward the utilitarian and militaristic. She keeps very long, curly red hair in a braid under her helmet most of the time, though she tends to wear in loose during off hours. Her build is compact and muscular, fast rather than heavy. Her only distinguishing marks are long, faint scars criss-crossing her back.

Background
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Luth is a former slave from Magbalantay, a world she describes as "the backwater's backwater", a tidally-locked planet orbiting a red dwarf, with very hot and cold poles and violent electrical storms constantly crawling across the twilight band. An operation went down there between the Republic and her master that resulted in the slaves freed and her master dead (by her own hand but his weapon), resulting in her joining the Republic at age 16, and deciding to work for their intelligence network, leveraging her knowledge of the Sith and Empire and her gift for developing trust for their benefit.

After wrapping up an undercover mission in the “service” of Darth Baras, during which her previous identity “died” in a widely-publicized explosion on his barge, she found herself blackmailed by him. She still had friend in the Empire, and his reach seemed long enough to reach her loved ones in the Republic, as well. So she acted as his assassin before returning after getting caught on a mission. Leaving behind her friends and loved ones as well as what they must think og her now was devastating to her mental health, and set the stage for her training going forward.

After returning to the Empire, she shed all disguises and headed to Korriban before formally became Baras’ apprentice. She has grown considerably in power since then, as well as paranoia, seeming to have acquired that habit of her Master’s… or perhaps the events in her life simply serving as a hard lesson in that regard. Since then, she has also become the mother of two young boys, Van and Aral. She dismisses any questions about their other parent; even if she wanted to discuss the subject, it’s unimportant.

Hooks
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- She’s been around both the Empire and the Republic extensively. It’s entirely possible to have run into her at one time or another.
- Despite her reticence on some subjects, she likes being a parent, and is always happy to talk to others.
- Her armor is unusual. There are some nods to Mandalorian design.
- She was a sniper before she was a Sith. She’s still happy to talk shop, and is more comfortable around other military sorts than other Sith.
- She loves social dancing.

[Zayne Rist]

Name: Zayne Rist
Age: 25
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 1.8 meters
Build: muscular
Hair: Brown short
Skin: Tan
Eyes: Green
Homeworld: Alderaan

Born from a Rist Military family, Zayne showed promise at a very early age of his potential in martial combat and leadership. Around his 8th birthday, a Jedi came to see his family. Zayne was showing signs of being able to use the Force as well. Upon joining the Order, Zayne got to the lightsaber like a Gungan to water. While he was far from home, he was still a son of the House of Rist, and Zayne became quite the pragmatic tactician as he got older.

When the war starting, Zayne was sent to Alderaan with his master and many other Jedi to support the Republic Special Forces. After a battle near his old home, he was given a suit of ancient battle armor from a Jedi from many generations ago, after his had been damaged badly. The armor wore the House of Rist colors and crest. After the civil war of Alderaan, Zayne spent a few years rebuilding House of Rist and hunting and finding a few Darkside relics.

Now, on Hoth, he is looking for a Sith holocron for the Jedi Council of First Knowledge, before he was to return and becoming a Jedi Temple Guard on Coruscant.

Hooks

[*] Zayne is on the hunt for a dark relics of the Sith and threats to the Jedi Order.

[*] Zayne is obsessed with honing his lightsaber skills.

[*] Hunting for the Darkside for many years can make one go crazy or fake our own death.

[*] He is to be a Temple Guard, so he wants to make sure he last mission is a success.