<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 25pt;"><strong>Rogues Gallery</strong></span></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 15pt;"><strong>Smugglers (PCs):</strong></span><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 15pt;"><strong>Ilar’Ven</strong></span></div><br/><div class="floatright">(https://img00.deviantart.net/7635/i/2013/098/4/9/unn__twi_lek_by_mavrosh-d60wg2w.jpg)</div><strong>Player:</strong>Captain Whitebeard<br/><strong>Species:</strong>Twi’lek (Darian)<br/><strong>Career:</strong>Sentinel<br/><strong>Specialization:</strong>Racer<br/><br/>Description:  Ilar'Ven is smaller than average, to the point that he looks like  3/4 scale model of a full grown adult Twi'lek.  Coming in at a hulking 1.5 meters, he is frequently taken for a child.  His skin is grey, which presents a startling contrast to his almost luminous amber eyes.  He wears nothing but black, accenting himself with gold.  He has a number of decorative tattoos.<br/><br/>Background: Ilar'Ven wasn't born with the name he goes by; it was given to him.  He doesn't even remember his birth name or his parents.  All he's ever known is slavery.  He was treated very much like a pampered pet, which separated him from the majority of the other slaves.  It wasn't a safe position to be in.  Where he was frequently viewed as being privileged, he was the one who bore the brunt of his Zabrak mistress' frustrations.  He was rarely fully dressed and was frequently naked, except for the adornments he was made to wear.  He was constantly in a state of fear but learned to roll with the punches and to rely on his own skills and native cunning to survive.<br/><br/>He was attending his mistress when she was visiting a Hutt with whom she'd had frequent business dealings.  When the Hutt introduced his racing slave, the Zabrak laughed at his unassuming appearance, saying that her slave chauffeur could probably beat him in a race.  The Hutt, offended, demanded that the race take place, with the loser facing execution.  Ilar'Ven expected to die at the end of the race but half way through the course and well behind, he felt a sudden oneness with his speeder.  He made up the distance he'd fallen behind and won by half a speeder length.  Displeased, the Hutt made Ilar'Ven execute his opponent.  Knowing what would happen if he hesitated, he squeezed the trigger immediately.  Impressed with his ruthlessness and speed, the Hutt offered to buy him from the Zabrak.  She refused to sell.<br/><br/>That decision sealed both of their fates. Ilar'Ven was savagely punished for doing exactly what he'd been asked to do.  He was subject of a number of kidnapping attempts and was forced to start carrying a blaster to fend off attackers.  The relationship between the Hutt and the Zabrak deteriorated to something just short of open war.  Finally, to deny the Hutt any sort of victory in the matter, the Zabrak took the unusual step of setting him free.  On his own for the first time and able to determine his own future, he is determined to rise above his beginnings and become something greater than he was.<br/><br/>Personality: Ilar'Ven is quiet and tends towards submissiveness when faced with strong females but does not react this way to men.  It is a tendency he fights with all his will, because he hated his time as a slave.  That doesn't stop him from dropping to the floor in a submissive posture.  He wants to explore his seemingly newfound ability as a pilot.  He isn't particularly sympathetic towards the plight of other slaves.  He wants to rise above his former life as a slave but his former lifestyle has left him with the idea that rising above his station would include owning slaves of his own.  He's not fully comfortable with killing but he's more than willing to do so in order to save his own life.  Killing to save someone else's light is not a concept that has come up for him.<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 15pt;">Asosa Kesh</span></strong></div><br/><div class="floatright">(https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/001/719/775/large/yneddt-moobschrob-togrutadef.jpg?1451690274)</div><strong>Player:</strong>Pumpkin Seeds<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Togruda<br/><strong>Career:</strong>Colonist<br/><strong>Specialization:</strong>Performer<br/><strong>Background:</strong><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 15pt;">Hira Darksun</span></strong></div><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/26GuStj.png)</div><strong>Player:</strong>Silim<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Echani<br/><strong>Career:</strong>Seeker<br/><strong>Specialization:</strong>Hunter<br/><strong>Background:</strong>Hira Darksun was born as the second child of a rather strange pair: A fiercely intelligent and charismatic Republic Intelligence Agent, and a former Jedi Knight, who left the order precisely to pursue the dream of having a family. However, for reasons Hira never learned, her mother disappeared when she was very young - for the longest time, both her father and older brother claimed that she was dead, but Hira has found evidence during her childhood that that might simply be a lie...<br/><br/>Born strong in the Force like the rest of her family, her father denied the Jedi Order the chance to recruit and train her, instead deciding to shut her off from the Force as best he could and 'educate' her himself. With the outbreak of the Clone Wars when she was still a child, Hira suddenly saw less and less of her father and older brother, who was over ten years older than her - but over the course of the fighting across the galaxy, her father received great renown as an agent of the Republic, at least within the circles that knew of his existence, while her brother enlisted as a soldier to fight alongside the Grand Army of the Republic.<br/><br/>However, the few times Hira did see her father, he grew more and more distant, cold, and driven. In these times where she had nothing to keep herself occupied beyond normal education and disinterested caretakers, she first discovered the 'Force', though she didn't recognize it as such. The ability to sometimes 'hear' what nobody else could.<br/><br/>The night the war ended, Hira awoke in a cold sweat. She could feel it, but not understand it - the death, the destruction, the annihilation of the Jedi Order resounded through the Force. As the temple on Coruscant burned, she shut herself off from the Force, retreating into her own mind out of sheer shock and fear.<br/><br/>With the new Galactic Empire replacing the Republic, Coruscant quickly became an awful planet to grow up on. Her father returned, part of the newly created ISB, and continued her 'education' - an abusive attempt to mold her into an instrument of the Empire's will. And her brother, the one who had always protected her when their father had gotten too rough in her training, was nowhere to be found, pronounced dead.<br/><br/>Eventually, Hira 'escaped' her father's personal training through enlistment into an Imperial Academy offworld to become an officer. Only there, during training not meant to also entirely undermine her sense of self-worth - though there was still plenty of that to go around - did Hira slowly rediscover her connection to the Force, and realize just what it truly was. Knowing how much danger she would be in, and that she didn't wish to help the Empire by working for them, she managed to escape the Academy into the Outer Rim territories as many things - a mechanic, a coms expert, a deckhand, or even a bodyguard at times. All thanks to the help of an insurgent sympathizer that she owes the biggest favor of her life to.<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 15pt;">Melva</span></strong></div><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/0Sj9Y4C.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://)</div><strong>Player:</strong>TheFourthShade<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Human<br/><strong>Career:</strong>Soldier<br/><strong>Specialization:</strong>Comando<br/><strong>Background:</strong>Nobility isn't all it is cracked up to be for those who don't take to the lifestyle well. Melva was acceptable as a child but overshadowed in her large family by siblings both younger and older, at least when it came to matters of diplomacy and manners.<br/><br/>In her youth, this was tolerated with humor and the appropriate social comments. When she broke the nose of a Senator's son (thankfully the Senator took it with far better humor than the gossip rags did) for being a little too fresh with her, it became rather important to get her out of the public eye for a while.<br/><br/>Luckily, her mother had a few connections in Alderaan's Security Forces. Though a thirteen year old couldn't be enrolled, her mother knew that the training would either focus her tendencies toward a more constructive end, or make her take her easy life a lot more seriously.<br/><br/>Though one could think the Security Forces on such a pacifistic planet would be weaklings, it merely meant they trained all the harder with more limited methods.<br/><br/>Her training had only begun by the time her instructors let her loose, but it inflamed a passion for the martial arts in her.<br/><br/>She spent most of her time that was not already dedicated to education or family training herself. Her parents might have been concerned, but most involved decided that a reclusive embarrassment was better than an embarrassment that quarreled and fought with others.<br/><br/>When she turned eighteen, she thought about joining the Security Forces, but fate intervened.<br/><br/>Her older brother, who was attending a party being thrown on Coruscant, invited her along.<br/><br/>If this hadn't been at a particularly pitched point of the Clone Wars, it might have been an uneventful night. However, a discussion about the War turned into an argument, and an argument where someone struck someone else with a chair.<br/><br/>Melva defused the situation, but the situation made her see something that had been hidden from her.<br/><br/>As a citizen of the Galactic Republic, she couldn't sit on the sidelines while the war was ongoing.<br/><br/>What came up was a posting in the auxiliary medical corps. Though she was no doctor, she had enough skill (and connections) to make a convincing case that she could work as a medical technician.<br/><br/>The work put her training and her resilience to the test. Separatist blaster fire was never far away from most medical postings, and the few that were far away were typically only places they visited between transits toward battlefields.<br/><br/>A couple years past, the war ended, and she went home.<br/><br/>However, it didn't take long after she got home for her to feel the urge to wander. Her family stipend and pay from the Grand Army of the Republic was enough to sponsor several planet hops, though she always tried to put herself to work doing something, and she always kept up her training. Still, she always wanted something more, though figuring out what it was would take some time...<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 15pt;">Laeli</span></strong></div><br/><div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/438336842119774218/438337210698301440/MirialanBlackHood.png)<br/></div><strong>Player:</strong>Shadowfox89<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Miralian<br/><strong>Career:</strong>Guardian<br/><strong>Specialization:</strong>Armorer<br/><strong>Background:</strong>Born into the Jedi order, Laeli only knew the peace and structure of the temple. Only 8 when the Clone Wars broke out, Laeli was too young to be taken as a padawan at first. It was in the twilight years of the war that she was picked by one of the Masters to begin her training, which was unfortunately cut short all too soon. Thrown into a shuttle as the clones turned on them, Laeli could only watch helplessly as her master fought against the traitorous soldiers. Even as the ship's autonav launched into hyperspace, Laeli could feel her master's death, a pain stinging deep into her heart.<br/>It has been 9 years. Nine years of hiding her past, hiding her strength. The miralian vowed to never let anyone sacrifice themselves for her again, to never stand helpless while others lost their lives. She has worked in secret to aide the budding rebellion wherever and whenever possible, whether it is modifying equipment or providing information. She set herself up as a mechanic and engineer, putting her natural talents and force guided intuition for machines to work, getting by just enough to make ends meet while staying under the radar.<br/><br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 15pt;"><strong>Eliza Hallux</strong></span></div><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.postimg.cc/8Cf2Cgww/SW.png)</div><strong>Player:</strong>Miroque<br/><strong>Race:</strong>human<br/><strong>Career:</strong>Sentinel<br/><strong>Specialization:</strong>Shadow & Shien Expert<br/><strong>Background:</strong>Eliza was but an mere child, when the order 66 came upon the order. She had started her training with an training dualbladed lightsaber under her mentors watchful eye, as it was an customary weapon for the Shadows of the Order.<br/><br/>Her master send her away, hiding her away in an cargo shuttle. With her, he placed an small recording of techniques, she was to study and orders to find large populated planet and hid among the population. She did as she was ordered, but weeks turned to months and months turned to years. Noone was coming to find her. Only the Republic crumbled and turned to fasistic dictatorship. She knew it were an lie, that the Jedi order would have betrayed the senate, but without proof, what could she do. She started to train using the recording as her mentor, and kept her head down. It become her second nature. She never used her saber, where noone could notice, she burned her id credentials, and vanished from the cracks of the crumbling machination that was the great galactic republic only years before.<br/><br/>She learned to use her best assets on her defense. Her race, looks and cunning. Men were easy to manipulate, corrupt men even more so.<br/>Still, in her heart, she hopes for the better day, the day when the order re-emerges from the shadows and puts the emperor to his knees.<br/><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 15pt;"><strong>Scoundrels (NPCs):</strong></span><br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 15pt;"><strong>Captain Kalor Dunn</strong></span></div><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i699.photobucket.com/albums/vv351/kryteshyft/zabraksmugslice.jpg)</div><strong>Background:</strong>The smuggler Captain Kalor Dunn is an up and coming name in the outer rim. The cocky and confident Zabrak captain has begun to make quite the reputation for himself, taking impossible jobs that many others won’t dare touch and coming out with the luck of the stars on his side somehow most times. Kalor seems to have come up and out from nowhere and has a hunger to leave his mark on the galaxy. Flying a YT-2400 light freighter painted a bright Scarlet with gray detailing and a pin-up female Zabrak in a red pirate get up, thigh boots, feathered tricorn and all, the Scarlet Mistress is a ship that many will now recognize by reputation. Whether you look at him with awe or disdain, or as an enemy or friend, Kalor enjoys his time in the spotlight.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 15pt;"><strong>Sassk</strong></span></div><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m281/owl_mage/Space Fleet/Trandoshan.jpg)</div><strong>Background:</strong>Sassk is a hulking brute of a trandoshan, standing over 2 meters tall and bulging with muscle under his scaly hide. Even the toughest in the outer rim look at the beast with a weary eye. The reptilian man started his career as a bounty hunter, but for reasons known only to himself and Dunn he gave up hunting bounties to join up with the now becoming infamous Zabrak. The stoic member of this new outlaw duo Sassk bring the steely flares and anger sneers to balance out Kalor’s charming smiles and quick wit. Always ready for a fight and favoring a more explosive approach to solving problems the trandoshan seems to enjoy his line of work. For better or for worse this pair is taking the galaxy by storm and looking to leave their creator shaped mark on the out rim.<br/>