<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/45/66/44/456644f4b91935c799dfd0314cfd18a4.jpg)</div>Corvel Nettark (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1731692)<br/><br/>Corvel was not born rich, Corvel was born wealthy, money that would last generations and could be utilized through the various family connections.  His family was as wide as it was tall as well and were deep into CEC, CorSec, CDF, and CMC.  His family was old money and old in style though, young men and women of the family were not expected to simply sit back and accrue interest but strike out and find adventure in the galaxy.  The independent streak of Corellia ran deep in Corvel's family and in him.  As a result while most did not stray too far from home Corvel stuck out to the edges of civilized space and beyond going out into the Outer Rim in a brand new YT-1300 fresh out of the factory yard.<br/><br/>Trying his hand at a variety of things Corvel met with decent success easily, he was clever, quick, and skilled, worse yet, he knew it.  In the less civilized regions of space simple skill was not enough to get by and after awhile this came to him in the most brutal of ways. Getting involved with some Hutt clans Corvel thought himself clever enough to outsmart them and play them against each others.  He paid for this arrogance with his ship and a blaster shot to the gut.  You cannot live on money and cleverness alone, you need real capabilities, friends at your back, and true strength, not the things he played at before.  There was a reason the soft natured relatives of his had always stuck closer to home, they lacked the strength of the Outer Rim and less civilized space.<br/><br/>Leveraging skills Corvel found allies out beyond the reach of law and order, they were small fries, little cogs working against big wheels but they had skills just the same.  Corvel saw back on how weak he had been and refused to seek aid from his family, instead he found strength in this space he had traveled to.  Building up friends, allies, and resources in the Outer Rim he found strength here among hard beings rather than the soft core worlds.  The way he saw things, the Republic had been lucky in the Clone War.  The CIS and their corporate masters were born of Core World greed and weakness and had squandered the strengths of the wilder space, that despite the industrial capability of the core worlds the separatists had come so close to victory and the Republic had relied on a strike at the leadership of the Trade Federation for victory only proved this.<br/><br/>War is brewing in the galaxy, one even bigger than the Clone Wars and millions will die in battles as the new Empire attempts to clench it's fist around the throat of the galaxy.  It will fail though, just as the Republic fell to it's own decadence and weakness the Empire will meet the same fate in less than a generation.  The lessons he has seen away from civilization have shown Corvel this and now it is his responsibility to his brethren to teach the same lesson.  Beside his and allies in the Black Sun the strengths of a harsh reality will be taught.  Freedom comes at a grave cost, nobody is entitled to anything, even life, and everything must be earned.<br/><br/>A name for himself is the first thing he needs to do this, he has allies in the Black Sun and brought his friend Grixx from their ranks to aid him in his hunts.  With a name he can create his own independent wealth from his family.  Without this name or their resources he will show them his strength so he can return to Corellia and prepare it for the coming storm.  Despite their weakness he still has loyalty to his family and to his home planet.  It a weakness of his that he accepts and one he will work against for as long as he is able in order to forge it into a strength.