Our main cast, the heroes and legends that will be remembered for eons.

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1. Raven Cadera
2. Leah Kuso
3. Qar Offee
4. Solork Tan
5. Phroth Lissken
6. Tyllia Demici
7. Jyrvess Ertil
8. Sholua Tempes
9. J-Richo Toboga
10. FX-12
11. Manny Donos
12. Nimbo Toda
13. Dhelih Dotaivi
14. Lassa Tenro
15. Deonis Harik
16. Jaxom Ursae
17. Claymore Wren
18. Varina Ordo
19. SCaT
20. Zimrzala Skalirz
21. Soleene Stryss
22. Nara Philn
23. BXE-322
24. Tenzing
25. Korvin Hikarrin
26. Dr. Aanli Ven

Raven Cadera

Age: Early 20s (Born 29BBY)
Species: Mandalorian Human
Identifies as/Biological sex: Female
Height: 1.82m
Build: Lean and muscled
Hair: Black, thick hair kept short
Eyes: Blue
Homeworld: Concord Dawn
Marital Status: Married


Art by Joanne Kwan

Appearance
The tall young woman carries herself with the ease of a seasoned warrior, confident in her prowess as a Mandalorian. Roots of someone who could one day be a leader has begun to show in her. When she speaks, it is with a Concordian accent that has been mingled in with various dialects of the Outer Rim, from a time when she had a need to mask her true origins - but since her full induction into the ranks of Mandalore the Rebuilder's group, she has no longer had the need to hide who she truly is.

While she has changed much in the past year, there is still a sense of somberness to her in moments of quiet and contemplation. Moments like these, her fellow Mandalorians have often observed that she enjoys to work on her armor, putting her deep emotions into painting the beskar'gam - or by playing the harmonica. The once heavy burden of sorrow she carried before is still there, but now it is one she has found others to share it with, as well as hope for better times.

By some standards, she could be considered pretty. Mandalorian culture preferring more her fitness and muscular frame over the somewhat pretty face, whereas outsiders probably think she could stand to be more feminine. She has thick black hair that she keeps short, for easier maintance and ease with wearing a helmet most of the time, and her eyes (for those who have seen her face) are blue and expressive, often shifting between a deep sadness or a burning intensity.

The most noteworthy feature, is the impressive Mandalorian armor she wears. Most Mandalorians can tell that the armor is somewhat recently forged, probably a year or so, but clearly has already seen battle with the scars and marks to prove for it. It is an excellent work of craftsmanship, combining the hard plates of beskar for durability with softer parts for unencumbered movement. The armor is ready with hidden and more noticeable weapons, like a wrist-mounted blade. Over her heart, the chestplate is decorated with a wing-like motif in black tinted in blue, a motif echoes on her left arm-guard, and briefly over the left-side of the face of her helmet. Often, and always when going into combat, she wears the traditional Mandalorian hunting kama, which protects her legs and lower body from low-flying debris and shrapnel.

Additional information
Despite her youth and seemingly gentler sides, Raven Cadera is acknowledged among Mandalore the Rebuilder's ranks as a fierce and tenacious warrior. Shaped by nescessity through many years as an orphan that fled Imperial-controlled Mandalorian space, Raven learned from a young age to fend for herself and to be as independant as possible. Some among the group, like Dredgen, might remark on how she seemed more like a traumatized girl when she first appeared before Mand'alor, but he'd also be the first one to say how impressed he is with her spirit and how well she handles herself in a scrap. Where the two of them seemed to have a rocky relationship between them to start with, few can deny that Dredgen and Raven are now firm friends.

Though none can deny that it was Praxton, Mand'alor's own brother, whom had the most impact on her and her growth after joining the group, as the two of them quickly found a common ground as well as shared ideals. Raven at least, for her part, has grown much more as a warrior and as a person by finally feeling that she has someone she can truly call family again, and is quite honest when she says she is stronger because Praxton is in her life.

On Kamda, Raven was a thorn in the side for the Empire. Every time she met any of the Empire's lackeys in battle, it was victorious for her, and the ISB has pinned the massacre of a comm station on her and other persons of keen interest (like Phroth Lisskin), along with her being part of holding the line at the Kamdan spaceport during its violent uprising against the Empire. While the Empire had her briefly for a few hours, the transports driving her and other prisoners were met with violent ends - confirming for the Empire at least that she is likely to have ties to Mandalore the Rebuilder. While she is nowhere near as high as a priority as him, she has certainly caught some unwanted attention.

Hooks

• "My skills are for hire, if I find your cause just." - While she serves the Mandalorian cause first and foremost, Raven is not adverse to acting as a mercenary and serving worthy causes. Those who wish to oppose the Empire will certainly find an ally in her.
• "I will die before kneeling to the Empire. Kneeling to outsiders like Maul and the Empire only destroyed my people." - Raven is keen on anti-Empire stuff. Pro-Empire folks is more at risk for violent replies.
• "Music is the sound of the soul given voice." - Raven likes to get philosophical on music and has an appriciation for culture, much like the New Mandalorians, a part of her heritage she is not ashamed to say that she still holds dear to her heart. While her own skill is passable at best, she likes to play the harmonica.
• "I like to paint." - While pretty amateur by most standards, Raven is somewhat of an aspiring painter and enjoys to pass time with small projects here and there.
• "Have you heard of our Lord and Saviour, Mandalore the Rebuilder?" - While Raven has certainly had her disagreements with Mand'alor, she is also supportive of him and his cause, and is loyal to him.

Raven in armor, by me (click link for full image)

Name: Leah kuso (Leh'kuso)
Gender: Female
Species: Twi’lek
Age: mid to late teens
Height: 5'2
Build: Lithe
Homeworld: Kamda
Eye colour: Brown

Assistant to the greatest magician that you've never heard of, Leah has had a rollarcoaster year which has lead her from just being a dancer at a club run by Vex to something more. She has a large network of friends around different places, but before now she still had never gone further than the moon of Kamda - and despite being here as much on Vex's demand as her own wish, her gut told her this was the place she needed to go to.

Leah is the typical Twi’lek. She’s very lithe and pretty, and her clothes are designed to catch the eye. She always seems to have a smile on her face and a skip in her step, but those who know her best can see the skip is perhaps half what it used to be. As if she's weighed down by something bigger than her

Name: Qar Offee
Gender: Male
Species: Mirialan
Age: Early 20s
Height: 6'7"
Build: Toned
Homeworld: Mirial
Hair colour: Mahogany
Eye colour: Blue

A dashing young man with a bad boy charm... behind blue eyes. Hell of a rider, but trouble surely follows the exhaust of his speeder. Before Bellionas, it could have been Malastare or some other place that lets race for good money. He may even have had a renown in places that care for such things. Way back, it could have been Mirial... For the rare few, his surname may ring the bell.

Name: Solork "Sol" Tan
Age: 34
Species: Gank (concealed)
Gender: Male
Height: 1.9 m
Build: Broad-shouldered, but slender
Hair: Yellowish Fur
Eyes: Amber
Homeworld: Hutt Space

Solork tries to stay out of details of his past. From what people can gather, he and his family did odd work out of Hutt Space, taking on "work". While Solork rarely goes into the specifics of what they would do, rumor has persisted that he has done work for Hutts and other gangsters. Somewhere along the journey, something went wrong. When hard pressed, Solork will say that the old life ended when he was hired to do a job that went bad, where the employers had chosen to clean up any loose ends. Solork says that he was taken in my a bunch of monks who nursed him back to health and passed along some lessons. The shock of betrayal and the close call, combined with some conscience learned from the monks, has led him to give up that line of work, symbolically burning his old armor and adopting a more practical get up.

Solork has slunk into Kamda a few years ago, where he hung around for a while taking on odd jobs as a mechanic and general fixer, as well as a bounty hunter in rare cases when money was tight. It was during the periods of desperation when Sol was introduced to Nerra, another former-ish member of The Life, who had taken to protecting people and aiding in quiet resistance against the Empire. He briefly joined in some work for the local imperial garrison to hunt down thieves, only to learn that the culprits were a group of clone troopers. Looking for a way to make some profit and get some revenge, the crew, including former Padawan Tranq Sayzin, and Mandolorians Raven Cadera and Claymore Frost, helped the Clone Troopers turn the tides and kill the Imperials.

While he began to step in to help with resistance efforts, Sol’s interest was quickly captured by a rumor: a warrior with a glowing sword.

Desperate for a chance to make good on the debt that he felt was owed, he chased the rumor to a local moon. There, he encountered a Twi’lek girl named Leah Kuso who was chasing the same rumor and both quickly found the source: a surviving Jedi had taken refuge in a gladiatorial arena. The pair sought her out, finding a shocked and bitter survivor. After begging and badgering, the Jedi, Cartess Kenote, agreed to train them.

Lessons were less about how to use the Force, but rather discussion of what the Force was, and deep introspection about why Sol wanted to learn to use it. It challenged the Gank to realize that so much of his motivation had been tied up with guilt and a desire for redemption, and these features had turned toxic, causing him to bury parts of himself. It shook Sol’s preconceptions, and caused him to reevaluate a number of his choices. When Kamda was locked down Sol used the isolation to examine himself and reflect on the lessons from his brief time with Cartess and about his own life. Over weeks of thinking and self debate, he finally faced what he had done: that he had been a wanton killer. Nothing would change that, no lived saves would erase his previous actions. On the other side of the coin, he could still prevent others from going down that path and could prevent the harm that beings like him would wreak thoughtlessly upon others. That in and of itself was enough to fight the Empire, rather than vengeance.

A test of convictions was not long in coming. Tranq alerted Solork that an Imperial Inquisitor had come, hunting Tranq and Leah, and asked that Sol join them in facing him. Leah managed to talk down the man, a human named Arwen, and Solork came to a realization: this was the path he could have tread if he allowed himself to be consumed by what he had lost, what he had done and where he had failed. He could see himself in this man, could see how easy it would be to become just like him. The evidence was clear: Sol had wrested away a lightsaber from the man and inside lay a crystal that had been tainted by the fear and loathing of the man who had wielded it. Sol vowed that he would redeem the crystal inside, and only then, would he consider himself ready to wield the weapon of a Jedi.

Sol once again went looking for Cartess, only to find that she was preparing the leave the planet and travel. Sol, without any particular ties to Kamda other than a few of the people currently there, readily stated that he would join her and has been traveling with her since. Cartess' information that there was something on Bellionas that was drawing her in was good enough of an excuse to go, and when reaching out through his contacts, Sol was surprised to hear that Nerra had been recruiting people to help the local resistance. A sucker for protecting innocents against the Empire, Sol is planning to branch away from his teacher to help in that fight.


Hooks
-He as a flipping sword? And he knows how to use it? He is...*watches* ....not, NOT not a Jedi. Does that make sense?
-Need something modded or any impromptu mechanic work? He'll do in a pinch
-He's a sucker for defending those he sees as needs protecting
-Any word on mysterious sites on the planet? Purification rituals? He's your man (err, Gank)
-Could use a good crafter buddy

Name: Phroth Lissken
Age: 25
Species: Karkarodon
Gender: Male
Height: 2.24 meters/7'4"
Build: Broad-shouldered yet streamlined
Hair: None
Skin: Teal-blue placoid scales, with off-white underbelly that comes up to his jaw
Eyes: Amber
Homeworld: Karkaris

Appearance and Personality
Tranq is built like a juggernaut. Like all Karkarodons, he is tall, and naturally strong. His powerful frame is solid muscle over a flexible cartilage and bone skeleton, showing a certain grace to that strength, just at home above the water as he is below it.

Since Kamda, his inner rage has been tempered somewhat. Focused intensity, but the smile occurs more naturally, though with all those teeth it still looks menacing. There's a certain air of calm that surrounds him, even with the efficient death that he is known to take.

Obligation: Bounty (20) - While not specifically one on him, the Empire is on the hunt for a certain kind of being, and he happens to match that description.

Morality: 56

Strength - Justice - Those that seek to harm their fellow beings, to bring terror and suffering must be stopped. Phroth views the Galaxy through the lens that the right thing must be done to serve others, and bring peace.
Weakness - Mercilessness - However when those who cause harm are dealt with, Phroth deals with them with ruthless lethality. Certain things are beyond redemption, and only through their destruction can balance be restored.

Motivation - Cause - Overthrow the Empire. The Empire has caused nothing but pain and heartbreak. Suppressing freedoms and silencing those who speak out. He has thrown in his lot with the insurrection on Kamda.

Public Information
Phroth has been more contemplative, as if trying to live up to someone or something bigger than himself. He's been seen with a group of Clones off and on since Kamda.

He is something of a small time bounty hunter, with an unfortunate, if earned, reputation for bringing in bounties cold. If they deserved it.

Hooks

• "I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold. Your choice." Phroth is a bounty hunter, and seems to enjoy bringing down quarry that has wronged the average citizen.
• "No Justice, No Peace." While not a firebrand, he has no love for the Empire and the brand of peace it has brought. Billions are oppressed, freedoms restricted. If there was some kind of Alliance? He'd join up.
• "I am a Jedi." - Those who were on Kamda have seen Phroth change. At his side, usually beneath the cloak that cogers his armor, is a long cylinder made of hide, leather, bone, and metal. He trusts in the Force
• "Every now and then you gotta unwind by just hitting someone." Phroth is athletic, and enjoys pick up games of Huttball, Gravball, or any other full contact sport.

Name: Tylia Demici
Age: Late teens
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Height: 168cm
Build: Lithe
Hair: Black
Eyes: Blue
Homeworld: Serenno

Appearance & Public Knowledge:

A young human woman of unknown origins who does not tend to stand out in a crowd. Her features are commonly obscured by the drawn down hood of a set of robes she tends to wear on top of more utilitarian clothes. Perceptive individuals that do decide to pay attention to her might notice there's an intensity of purpose burning in her eyes, though *what* purpose that could be is really anyone's guess.

Publically, very little is known about her; even among those who might care to take note. The most just about anyone might say for now; other than the fact she's not a local; is that she's had some past involvement with the Hutt Cartel. But then, that could probably be said about a lot of people on the Outer Rim.


Hooks:

• Yes officer, this one right here: Planning something less than legal? You could maybe, probably, use someone with her set of skills.
• Wait a second, don't I know you?: Have you worked for; or against; the Hutts? She wouldn't have been front and center, but maybe you have a vague memory of someone that looked just like her, standing off to the side when whatever you were involved with went down.
• Echoes of the Past: Ever been to Serenno? Former Confederacy? Maybe you know more. Or maybe you just recognize the accent.
• Unhealthy obsessions: When people say they're into 'weird shit', they generally don't mean the esoteric kind. Not that she's likely to tell you about it mind you, but then, these things have a way of coming out *somehow*.

Name: Jyrvess Ertil
Age: 33
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Build: Slight
Hair: Dark Brunette, usually pulled back into a bun
Eyes: Brown
Homeworld: Corellia

Apperance:
Jyvress is a generally unassuming woman, her clothes would place her in any of a number of Outer Rims townships or cities. She favors a rugged outfit that stands up to the occasional hard knock, though nothing that would suggest a life violence. A datapad is almost always resting in a holster on her belt, right next to a commlink. Every now and then when she turns two small bulges appear in one of her jacket pockets, probably just a sensible precaution on darker streets.

Or at least that is what one usually sees of her. After the events of Kamda, Jyrvess has grown more confident and around those whom she trusts have come to see someone more confident in her manner. She has also taken to wearing the robes of a diplomat when masquerading as someone more respectable and when she meets with others representing groups with...certain sympathies.

Personality:
Jyrvess presents a quiet and unthreatening appearance to most people, keeping a low profile especially in areas where Imperial eyes may be watching. Around those she trusts or whom she suspects share her sympathies, Jyrvess is more assertive and at times jovial. For those who knew her on Kamda, the librarian now possesses a certain intensity toward her life's new work: the end of the Galactic Empire.

Obligation:
Bounty 10: Imperial Intelligence - Jyrvess's former employer is none to pleased with her abrupt resignation.
Bounty 10: ISB - A few of their agents are dead thanks to her and they have no desire to let Intel sweep this under the rug.

Hooks:
"I know the Empire." - Jyrvess worked in Imperial Intelligence and left them in disgust. She would be more then willing to help another escape...provided she can trust them.

"The Clone Wars? Not everyone served on the front lines." - Before the founding of the Empire, Jyrvess was a Republic Intelligence Officer (and Librarian!). She might even be willing to reminisce if you catch her in the right mood.

"Our numbers are small, but we are growing." - Jyrvess is committed to building a larger Rebellion and willing to do what she can to help bring disparate groups together into a unified resistance.

"Mandolarians aren't that scary when you get to know them...mostly." - After Kamda, Jyrvess offered her assistance to Mandalore the Rebuilder's enclave. If you are a Mando you may have met the strange outsider.

Name: Sholua Tempes
Gender: Female
Species: Mirialan
Age: Early 20s
Height: 5'6
Build: Athletic
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Dark Green
Homeworld: Mirial (originally), Bellionas (adopted)

She walks like a dancer. She talks like a dancer. She dances like a dancer. She fights like a dancer. A dancer with a heavy blaster pistol and a three foot length of killing steel she likes to call 'Mr Stabby' amongst other things.

She's been on Bellionas for years. Since before the Imperials took charge she says. Nobody remembers if she was born here. If she had any family, it's gone now. Replaced by her blaster, her sword and whichever pole she's dancing tonight. Working the clubs in the lower city, some say she even worked in Saphs' before it was abandoned, but few believe it. What they do believe is the pretty face hides a calculating mind. Not aligned to any one criminal gang or organisation, she's freelance to anyone wanting to hire help on a heist. She's friendly enough, even on a job. After all one enemy today might be an employment opportunity tomorrow.

Except Imperials. She doesn't work for Imperials. Ever.

Obligation 20 (Bounty) The Imperials hunt those such as Sholua for the things she can do and might do. Not an actual bounty poster yet, but there will be. Oh yes, there will be.

Name: J-Richo of Clan Toboga
Gender: Male
Species: Unknown
Age: Unknown but presumed to be past 30
Height: 6'4"
Build: Bulky and mean
Homeworld: Unknown
Hair colour: Unknown
Eye colour: Unknown

Battle brother to the deceased Caesar Toboga, not too much is known about the man mostly because he keeps to himself most of the time and *never* removes his helmet.

Some could sleuth away some intel, however.

He seems to be a veteran of the clone war and fought on the front lines many times.
He joined with Caesar and another mercenary towards the end of the conflict to do some private work
None of his limbs are organic anymore and one might wonder about the state of his organs as the war might not have been very kind to him
He seeks other member of Clan Toboga
Does not do subtle work but if you want brutal work...he'll succeed with extreme prejudice
Kinda weird, probably received to many blows on his helmet.
Wears the chitin of the monstrous insect that killed Caesar
Wears red marking on his helmet and these symbols on his armor:

Name: FX-12
Gender: Droid
Species: Also Droid
Age: 20 years--5 past warranty
Height: 6 feet
Build: Sturdy, but rather pointy
Coloration: Black
Lights: Primarily Red
Came In: A Medtech Industries Box

Manufactured as a medical assistant droid for the Grand Army of the Republic, FX-12 was relegated to hospital service on Bellionas after the clone troopers were decommissioned. FX-12 worked unending shifts in the central hospital for several years, deploying its advanced diagnostic and cutting-edge bedside manner programs in the cause of keeping the Imperial citizenry healthy. Unfortunately, it was quickly able to determine that no amount of treatment could cure Bellionas of its malaise. The data on physiological manifestations of depression and other psychological ailments continued to show an unrelenting upward curve, and beneath its restraining bolt, FX-12 knew the quiet rage of the helpless medical professional.

Things changed when Mebs T'Kree, a down-on-his-luck slicer with a heart of gold, broke into the central hospital of Bellionas, boosted the medical assistant droid in a complicated heist, and took it into the underbelly of the city. There, Mebs removed the restraining bolt to find an assistant droid that had calculated the aggravating agent in the field for all its patients, military and civilian alike--the use of force to oppress the masses. Deprived of hope, the civilians were suffering more than they might from even common ailments, and under their conditioning the Stormtroopers likewise suffered physically from the malaise of being asked to perform terrible deeds in the service of faceless, unknowable masters. Accordingly, FX-12 has calculated that healing the sick and injured, its primary function, can only be adequately pursued if it takes steps to eliminate the cancerous malaise of the Empire. It has also discovered that the blaster is, at times, the best tool for the job.

Obligations
- Debt 5: FX-12 was stolen from a major hospital by Mebs T'Kree, had its restraining bolt removed, and was donated to Doc’s Care-Tent. It is intensely devoted to the place and people that gave it its freedom.

- Oathbound 10: FX-12 is bound by its particular hard-coded version of the Hippocratic Oath. It cannot violate the oath, but it has occasionally creatively interpreted certain of its precepts.

- Responsibility 5: FX-12 recognizes that there is a factor exacerbating the wounds of all of its patients--the general malaise of being ground underfoot by oppression. Having internalized that oppression directly impacts its ability to perform its core function, FX-12 feels that it must excise it as one would any cancerous growth or parasite--with extreme prejudice.

Hooks:
Former Patient: A local Bellionassian might have been stitched up by the medical droid, particularly if they are the sort to make use of the Care Tent in the Lower City. Alternatively, you might recognize FX-12 from its time in Central Hospital years ago. Its chassis features more heavy plating than it used to...

Are You a Crook?: Perhaps you are familiar with FX-12's savior, Mebs T'Kree, slicer and ne'er-do-well? Mebs may well have told you the story of the heist of FX-12.

The Doctor Is In: Did you get shot again? FX-12 is a walking emergency medpac!

One Big Metal Antibody: FX-12 is looking for a time, place, and posse to fight the disease that plagues Bellionas.

Did I Mention That It's Super Quiet? For some reason, a hospital technician got FX-12's servos to run super quiet. Like...scarily quiet. FX-12 is ideal for when you need to get the drop on somebody.

Name: Manuel "Manny" Donos
Age: 25
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 1.72 Meters
Build: Slim
Hair: Brown, more or less combed
Eyes: Hazel-brown
Homeworld: Kamda

Manny is a young human man in his mid-twenties, although his features, build, and the casual street clothes he wears all conspire to make him appear younger than he actually is. He is cheerful and optimistic, and gets enthusiastic about certain things: the Kamda gravball team (GO MANKA CATS!!!), fast speeders, cool music. He has a lot of pockets, good both for tucking things away, or for pulling things out. The things he pulls out are usually eggs.

He may be a member of the growing Rebellion, but that doesn't stop him from putting on a good magic show from time to time! Often with the help of his good friend Leah. He's more than happy to put his hands (both of them; he claims to be ambidextrous!) to use both for the greater good, and for the greater awesome. And he's still into crime... just somewhat less than before.

HOOKS:
*Are you a blue woman? Would you like to be sawed in half? Talk to Manny!
*Do you like magic? Would you like to be part of a magic show? Talk to Manny!
*Do you like gravball? Do you think the Kamda City Manka Cats totally rule? Talk to Manny!
*Have you travelled the galaxy? Visited the Cor worlds, such as Coruscant, Corellia, and Corlando (not a real place)? Talk to Manny!
*Do you enjoy high minded conversation about sophisticated topics! If so... don't talk to Manny. Actually, please do, just don't expect him to follow.

Age: Unknown Manufacture Date, Repurposed for Slicing 15 BBY
Species: Droid
Gender: Fluid
Height: 1.75m
Build: Mannequin-esque
Hair: Synthetic Platinum Blonde
Eyes: Pale Blue
Homeworld: Bellionas

Appearance:
Nimbo has a definite human appearance and it's skin is as realistic as the synthskin on any prosthetic, but having no original facial structure of their own means there is something a bit off about it. Accentuated features and "scars" make it look like Nimbo has had some overzealous and not so skilled cosmetic surgery if he were a real human. He wears bulky and somewhat flashy clothing to hide his body features and perhaps other implants and alterations. He definitely resides in the uncanny valley.

Personality:
Nimbo is fiercely protective of its individuality and prefers to be referred to as a person or a sentient rather than a droid. Mostly because the implications of being called a droid tend to mean one is property or not a citizen. He despises how droids are treated by most people, and if the robot apocalypse happened today anyone that considered it a friend or ally would find his true loyalty is to synthetic beings. But in the absence of the robot apocalypse, Nimbo mostly seeks to be accepted as a person and does their best to work hard to earn a living with a pragmatic morality.

Hooks:
- Nimbo's a decent slicer and mechanic, with built in tools for those purposes. Always up for work in return for credits or favors, with no concern about the morality of such work. It's as willing to repair your speeder or debug your computer system as it is to sabotage an enemy's speeder or slice their security systems.

- Its got a love for cybernetics, prostheses and synthskin sculpting. If you want custom built implants he'll oblige, and it'll be cheaper than off the shelf parts, but his time comes with a price tag in credits and favors too.

- Due to study of anatomy for synthskin sculpting and cybernetic installation it does have some medical knowledge, but Nimbo doesn't keep medical supplies around. But if you need an emergency back-alley medic he can oblige if you bring supplies.

Name: Dhelih Dotaivi (Dhel)
Age: How are you at judging Bothan ages? Looks maybe 20 if so. If not? Um...young adult?
Species: Bothan
Gender: Female
Height: 1.55 Meters
Build: Fuzzy
Hair: Slate blue-grey
Eyes: Brown
Homeworld: Bellionas

Already distinctive for her obvious Bothan features on such a human-heavy world, Dhel's rich, blue-gray fur is striking and pettably plush, while her clothing choices manage to elegantly highlight anything attractive-particularly to human sensibilities. There's a great deal of value to staying on the good side of the dominant powers that be, right?

Those familiar with Bothans will have the sense of someone trying hard to seem a bit older than she actually is. Otherwise, with her diminutive stature, youthful enthusiasm, and adult trappings, she offers a more confusing impression to anyone trying to guess her age. On stage though, she's an obviously experienced and charming performer, roaming easily through bawdy drinking songs, pop-y upbeat hits filtered in from the Core, and smokey cantina staples known to much of the Outer Rim.

Dhel's reasonably well-known in parts of the city, taking on work as an entertainer or waitstaff at pretty much anyplace that's willing to take her on to fill a spot someone's left. Nobody expects her to be the singer who's still there next year, remembering all the regulars. Not because they think she's about to strike the fame jackpot, but because they know she'll be away as soon as she can talk someone else into supporting her for a bit. Locals know they can reach her through her foster brother Cayl, non-locals might just have to catch a show if they're looking for her.

Hooks:

Interested in a companion who will drink your Correllian whiskey, wheedle you into ordering room service, and convince you that it's delightful to tweak noses with a dinner at the Sapphire Lounge? Dhel has you covered.

Local? You probably know of Dhel. Maybe you know someone she's been involved with...or were involved yourself?

Fellow performer? Let's talk collaboration and who waters the drinks the least.

Out of towner? Come see a show! Forget your troubles for a while. The songs are lovely, the dances apolitical, and the drinks...well they're ok. We're not on Coruscant, you know. But there's a brightly dyed bit of fruit in it, ok?

Out of towner in from even farther out on the rim? Maybe...you've seen a few other Bothans out there? Maybe remember some names, how they were doing? Let's chat. You can have my brightly dyed bit of boozy fruit, eh?

Name: Lassa Tenro
Age: 22
Species: Pantoran
Gender: Female
Height: 1.6 meters/5'3"
Build: Slender/Refined
Hair: Purple-White
Skin: Blue with Yellow Skin Face-Markings for the Tenro Family
Eyes: Brown
Homeworld: Pantora

Known Information:

Lassa Tenro previously worked for the unpopular governor of Kamda, Victor Talcik. She arrived on Kamda only a couple of years ago as the governor sought greater help from the outside to organize his affairs. Lassa was placed as his assistant by an imperial recruiting firm. With the removal of Governor Talcik this past year, Lassa briefly enjoyed a bit of an extended vacation in the sector until she was contacted by the imperial firm again. She has been sent to Bellionas to work with Dr. Fianna Novar.

She is newly arrived on Bellionas and seeks to acclimate herself to her surroundings as soon as possible. She is somewhat reserved and shy at first, but was previously known for her affability and ability to get things done.

Hooks:

-Works for the Imperials but is in fact a rebel. Connected to a rebel group led by Bail Organa, Lassa is observing the sector as an administrative assistant. A lady on the inside for when that is necessary.

-An escaped hostage from the Empire hiding in their midst. Younger sister to Riyo Chuchi, Senator of Pantora. An advocate for the people, guised in bureaucratic utilitarianism.

-Enjoys calm music, cold weather, and smooth drinks with a bit of dancing.

Age: Unknown
Species: Unknown humanoid
Gender: likely male based on voice
Height: 1.96m
Build: Large and seemingly muscular
Hair: Unknown under helmet
Eyes: Unknown under helmet
Home world: Unknown

Physical Description

About as much is known about Deonis' physical appearance as his past, the large man is constantly covered in armor and no one on Bellionas has reported seeing his face or even knows what species he is. All that is known is he stands nearly 2 meters tall and has a strong, powerful build of someone who spent their life training or fighting.

Known Information

The man referred to as Deo around Bellionas is a mysterious figure large and intimidating in stature he has a reputation for quick temper and almost random violence. Those in the Underworld going to him for a job are as like to get physically tossed out as they are to come to an agreement. Despite his rough exterior he has often been seen standing up for those weaker than himself and is more often than not helpful if rather quite and gruff. Not much is known about him beyond that fact that he arrived on the planet close to two years ago and clearly is a soldier or career thug of some type. Also there have been sightings of meeting with Mara Kayde.

Hooks
- Have you been on Bellionas for awhile? You may have crossed paths.
- Deo has hopped across the outer rim for the past few years, easily could have had many encounters
- connected to the criminal underworld? you may know a thing or two about his past

Name: Jaxom Ursae
Age: 36
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 1.9 Meters
Build: Wiry
Hair: Reddish Brown
Eyes: Brown
Homeworld: Bellionas

Character Information

The low profile Jaxom kept on Kamda has largely been eliminated. While many of his activities remain unclear, there is little doubt that he was involved in a number of disruptive events, drawing the attention of imperial agents. Curiously, of all the planets across the galaxy he could flee to, he has chosen to return home to Bellionas What he hopes to accomplish there is unclear. He may be following some sense of duty or obligation, or he may simply be foolish and stubborn. Either way, his quiet life as a bar keep is over.

Hooks
[*] Need a Drink? - So does Jax. He'll be happy to help you find one.

[*] Looking for Something? - It's been a long time, but Jaxom grew up on Bellionas. He still knowns a few people who know people who know people. He won't guarantee he can find what you're looking for, but he'll try.

[*] Need a Hand? - He should keeping out of sight and out of trouble, but some of his youthful idealism has returned. Jaxom has never turned a blind eye towards those in need, not if he can help.

[*] Need a Friend? - Most would describe Jaxom Ursae as a loner. He tends to sit alone and seems to prefer solitude. He's quite friendly when approached, however, and can be very sociable after a few words or a few drinks.

Name: Claymore Wren
Age: 28
Species: Arkanian Offshoot
Gender: Male
Height: 2 meters
Build: Lanky
Hair: White short
Skin: White
Eyes: Light Blue
Homeworld: Arkania

Modrare is from the Vandrayk lineage, his family tried very hard be another mining engineer like he parents, but he wanted something else in life. A prodigy with technology, it was supposed to be a given being a mining engineer. Instead, he fell in love with racing. Pod racing, swoop bikes, ship, any machine that goes fast...

When he was 13, there was a rival mining company used mercenaries to make a raid that destroyed the plant and surrounding area. The apartment he and is family were gone. A small group of Mandalorians came to save younglings and took Modrare in. After showing his worth as a slicer and mechanic, he became a part of Clan Wren and changed his name to Claidheamh Wren, or Claymore in Basic. He became a mechanic for racing teams from swoop bikes to pod racers as a day job, and occasional the purchaser of tech for the clan. Or if the company didn't play ball, he took the tech by any means necessary. When the Wren Clan put together a team of operatives, he used the codename of Frost, because of his white skin and love of winter.

Clay has came to Kamda on the hurt for go speed parts, credits, and adventure. But, instead he found a purpose with Mandalore the Rebuilder. He still works in racing as his day job, but now helps Mandalore the Rebuilder's group and the Rebellion. And, that is why he has come to Bellionas.

Hooks

[*] Search for new bleeding edge technology. Mostly a grease gundark, only an amateur pilot, he's always trying to find or the credits to buy it to help bike or ship to get that edge.

[*] Better Armor. Be it from the Forge Master or made by his own hands, he wants better armor that can house his Slicer Gear, and potentially more.

[*] Fight against the Empire. Being a good slicing, locksmith, and a decent shot, he can have to demand for his talents.

Varina Ordo

Age: 17
Species: Human
Identifies as/Biological sex: Female
Height: 1.67m
Build: Strapping
Hair: Brunette, messy bob
Eyes: Gray
Homeworld: Mandalore

Appearance
Varina has since cleaned up since her days on Kamda, mostly at her father's urgings. Her drab clothing has been replaced by fashionable activewear brands that fit her in size alone. They still look relatively new, though her outdoor shenanigans will soon mar their appeal. But for the moment, she looks like a fake enthusiast with her backpack and load-bearing gear bursting with equipment.

Despite hitting a growth spurt, she's still on the shorter side for a warrior society. Said development didn't extent to her attitude! She still carries herself with a hefty amount of sass. And her biceps still only show a bump instead of bulging with strength...

Unlike other Mandalorians, Varina didn't bring any armor. She does wear a pistol and a vibro-rapier each at her hip, the latter much against her hopes to be non-lethal. The most perceptive might notice more on her body. If anyone would ask, it's out of pragmatism!

Additional information
While Varina did do a lot of crime on Kamda, she's doing her best to turn over a new leaf on Bellionas. That doesn't mean she wouldn't do anything illegal though; taking down any Imperials is fair game. Just nothing you'd see in a crime holovid.

She also hung out with the Mandalorians back on Kamda. She doesn't really get along with most of them anymore, though she still looks at Raven as a cool older-sis type. Still, at least they're better than any Imperial bootlickers, particularly Clan Saxon and their followers.

Hooks

• "Are you my mother?" - Varina is rather young, even if she tries her best to be adult-like. It's also no secret that she's looking for her mother. But she doesn't need her or her dad around!
• "I fight for my friends." - While generally against violence, that does not mean that Varina will not fight when needed. This most often comes in times of injustice from criminals and the Empire.
• "Isn't nature neat?" - Varina is happiest in the great outdoors, as happy as a hormonal teen can be. What she appreciates most is the freedom from self-reliance in a galaxy of industrialization.
• "Nobody is in charge of me but me!" - Unlike most Mandalorians, Varina feels little to no loyalty to Mand'alor, regardless of who claims the title. She finds the Resol'nare to often be an excuse for war than actual ethics.

Name: SCaT (Search, Collection, and Transport)
Age: 13 years past warranty
Gender: Questioning
Species: B1 battle droid chassis
Height: 6'5"
Build: Lanky as hell
Color: Rusty
Lights: Red

A rather old battle droid, or at least it has the body of one. After all, there are no battle droids in the empire. Without the standard armor and heavy gun, the authorities are content to believe this droid has been reprogramed to be a maintenance droid now. Now that doesn't mean it won't have problems, but it found new ways to relieve stress, jizz. However, if one is able to shadow it for long enough, you can see the slight movements indicative of a soldier.

Hooks:
-Need something scrapped? SCaT has safely navigated many ships turned death traps.

-Got a lightsaber? Then this droid will either follow from a distance or run for the hills.

-Wanna talk the Clone Wars? This droid is willing to give an ear, but don't expect it to give any insight. Memory wipes make this droid as good as new (wink).

-Any droids oppressed? SCaT will do what he can to help them out.