Alistair Myre

[Alistair Myre]

NAME: Alistair Myre

FACTION: N/A

RANK: Chiron Space Station Owner

SPECIES: Human

AGE: 46

SEX: Male

HEIGHT: 5'10

WEIGHT: 81kg

ORIENTATION: Bisexual.

INTEREST/PARTNER: None

EYES: Jade Green

HAIR: Sandy Brown

SKIN: Caucasian

ALIGNMENT: Neutral Good

FORCE SENSITIVE: No


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STRENGTHS:

Charismatic Negotiator – Alistair has many years experience of diffusing situations when they get out of hand. He speaks well under pressure and his wisened age and journeys gives him a natural advantage in experience over those younger than him.

Money Bags – Since inheriting the Chiron Space Station from his family, Alistair is fairly well-off, gaining a small percentage of every single transaction that takes place on the station, particularly within the market areas. He has never really had any issues financially, and due to this, the running of the station hasn't suffered either.

Grey Area – Due to the nature of the station, Alistair is able to traverse throughout the galaxy fairly easily. Most governments, Imperial or Commonwealth, have grown accustomed to the coming and going of the station, meaning that Alistair has practically free reign as to where he wishes to travel.



WEAKNESSES:

Age Aint' Everything – While not especially old, by any means, Alistair isn't what he was in his prime. While he is still proficient with a blade, anyone with dedicated skill who has honed their craft will have a large advantage over him.

Off The Portside! – Running a nigh defenseless station that jumps throughout the galaxy isn't exactly the safest of occupations. Alistair has had frequent run-ins with pirates who have left some pretty nasty damage in their own respect.

Burn, Baby – A little more than an annoyance with pirates, Alistair has developed an irrational fear of fire since a hostile patron burned him years ago with a candlestick in a themed restaurant, leaving a large burn scar across his left pectoral.

APPEARANCE:

Alistair was broad and stood tall in his hay-day, now he's lost a few kilograms and walks on the balls of his feet to keep the cramps at bay. His muscle tone is still evident, if not strained now after years of sitting, hunched over desks, pouring over ledgers, sipping some fine wine. His beard is finely kept, as always, and he will sometimes let a slight hint of a mustache accompany his facial hair, he thinks it makes him seem more pronounced.

His attire is mostly formal, smart and sharp. In his irregular appearances in the public areas of Chiron Space Station, he dresses to impress, and makes sure that everybody there knows that he is in charge of the place they are spending their hard-earned credits at. However his sharpness is not found without a smile, a warm symbol of caring and compassion to those he chooses to surround himself with on the station, or a cold seriousness to those who chose to disobey the rules.

SHIP:

Alistair doesn't own a ship, he owns a gorram mobile space station, come aboard and enjoy yourself for kark sake.

KILLS:

N/A

BOUNTIES COLLECTED:

N/A

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ROLE-PLAYS:

/Ask for anything in particular.

 

[Alistair Myre]

~ Biography ~​

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Raised by a family with a long backstory of military service on Coruscant, Alistair was given both physical and mental training by family and friends in an attempt to hone his skills to peak performance awaiting his entrance into the Republic military. His days as a child were spent practicing hand-to-hand combat, shooting exercises and learning how to read a person based on their expressions and body language. Upon beginning his military career at during his late-teens, Alistair was quick to impress, not surprising due to his elite training. He climbed the social order quickly, making many friends in high places that he knew would prove advantageous to furthering his goals.


However this was whisked away from him as he entered adulthood. For reasons unbeknown to him, his entire family, alongside an assortment of characters had commandeered a Golan VIII model space station, once used to defend Coruscant during battles of old. They utilised its maneuverability as a means of easy escape from the military they had now betrayed and abandoned. Alistair had copious questions, no of which his parents were comfortable answering, instead giving vague excuses and soothing him with lulled promises. However, he would come to realise that their defection was not a betrayal to join the enemy, but to take up a neutral stance within the galaxy at large.


As he matured, he was groomed for his new life, one aboard the station which had been renamed by his parents, the elected leaders, to the Chiron Space Station. Alistair's entire perspective was altered as he grew, experiencing more and more alien events, the likes of which he'd never even imagined having happen. He wisened with his age also, coming to the understanding that life is not all high-class prestigious award ceremonies or congratulations for acing another exam, but was instead a harsh reality, full of people less fortunate suffering to those more fortunate.


The station acted as a safe haven to those in need, no matter their standings within the galaxy. Upon his parents eventual death, Alistair would take the Station as his inheritance, keeping their law of no-violence, whilst installing his own. He would encourage economic systems aboard the ship, promoting their growth whilst claiming a small cut from every transaction made. His efforts to aid the less fortunate saw the implementation of a system which scaled the costs of accommodation aboard Chiron depending on their claimed wealth level, obviously with a thorough back-ground check before hand.


Alistair Myre envisioned a new future for the galaxy, one which worked to the benefit of everybody. He made it his goal to seed prosperity through the major trade networks, planning his own company aboard the station that would provide goods and commodities to aid in his cause and speed everyone toward a brighter future for all.

 

[Alistair Myre]

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[Alistair Myre]

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