Good Ol' Scoundrel
"We fought for a set of principles, only to
see them devoured by nepotism and hypocrisy."
Name: Agenor Dyre
Alias(es): Aruetii called such by Mandalorians.
Title(s): Captain
Homeworld: Denon
Current Locale: Aboard the Argo
Force Sensitive: Negative
Force Rank: None.
Force Alignment: N/A
- Contracts
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 41
Height: 1.85m
Weight: 98kg
Eye Colour: Brown
Hair Colour: Black
Skin Pigmentation: Mocha bby
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Friends:
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Romantic:
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Acquaintance:
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"What thrilling feeling people feel on their first space voyage, I feel when I put my feet on the ground."
-Agenor Dyre
Born on a space barge in orbit of Denon, it was obvious that Agenor's life would be tied to space. Both of his parents owned the barge and both lived and worked on it. It was their home and workplace. Independent contractors that had jobs revolving mainly around debris removal, intercepting asteroids and moving them away from Denon and the system's space lanes.
It comes without asking that Agenor learned a lot about ships and space travel since he could talk. He appeared handy with tool work and began helping his father in maintenance of their home since he was nine.
His childhood mainly revolved around helping his father and spacewalking with other children who shared the same situation as him.
Repairing the ship, spacewalking and moving debris with tractor beams were fun things and all but never what truly fascinated young Agenor. Instead, he was fascinated with exploration.
Thus why he would eventually pick up astronautics as a major in university.
Unfortunately, reality checks often came.
Studying beyond high school was costly and families such as Agenor's were not part of the social classes that could afford it. Their savings were enough to help him pay for his first year and settle down on Denon. Agenor immediately began working to pay his expenses but on an ecumenopolis such as Denon life was expensive. After barely being able to pay for his second year, Agenor knew that he would not be able to sustain two jobs and study his third year. He would fail.
Stressed and shattered roaming the library of his university, he found out about an internship that coincided with his studies. An internship with the place he had the least desire to be part of. The Department of Defense of the Galactic Republic. More specifically 'Orbital & Space Ordnance Defense' division of the Galactic Republic Navy's Research and Development department.
After applying, he was almost immediately recruited. There, he worked in the more astronautical sphere sector of space missile defense, such as navigational systems, environmental factors, strategic position of ordnance defense points and etc. He also learned quite a bit about the armaments that were used in naval engagements.
Nonetheless, it paid for his degree but reality struck again.
A full mobilization was issued and Agenor was drafted into the navy where he would serve as a gunnery officer aboard a heavy cruiser.
War.
Battle after battle, his mind grew further away from his dreams until they completely subdue by the life of a naval officer in war. Agenor Dyre had changed. War had changed him.
The epitome of his frustration came when he witnessed the venting of civilians on Roche after years of years of corruption with the Republic and the meaningless deaths of many of his men. At the battle of Roche, he had become a commander of a small anti-starfighter corvette.
Deserting the Republic Military, he hitched a ride to the furthest reaches of the outer rim seeking to do what he did best to get bread on his table.
Thus, the Argo, a 77 meter gunship, and her crew were formed.