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Amin Garith

Service Numbers: OK-3471-Stormtrooper Corps, 0327-First Order Security Bureau

Alias: Rick Müller

Name:Amin Garith

Age: Thirty

Height: 6'2

Weight: 180

Gender: Male

Faction: Black Sun

Rank: Soldier

OOC Battle Thingy Rank: Adept

Former Military Occupation: Infantry Officer

Imperial Occupation: Musician, Agent

Criminal Occupation: Designated Hitter, Stick Up Man, Enforcer

Eyes: Brown

Hair:Brown

Race: Human

Strengths: Brilliant soldier- Highly trained and highly motivated, Amin is a merciless machine in the field. Especially where Pubs are concerned.

Weakness: Plagued with thoughts of the dead- Those he's killed and thoughts of his lost friends/family come back to haunt him on occasion.
Shoulder wound- The burst that ripped out his shoulder left lasting damage that flairs up depending on the situation, sending a painful shock across his back.

Force Sensitive: Yes

Amin Garith was born in a well off section of Dromund Kaas at the height of the Sith's dominion over the sectors. Long before the grand war that ruined so many beings lives. He was born as two a pair of loving parents, Dregjn and Holio Garith, both professors at the planet's localized university. Dregjn, the father, was the University's Professor of Classical Instrumental Theory, and often filled the family's high rise apartment with beautiful music. Many of Amin's fondest memories are of him attending symphonies his father was either a part of or had a hand in with his mother. Holio, his mother, taught what Philosophy the Empire allowed to be taught at the University to those students willing to expand their minds.

The two had met at a bookstore and bumped into one another in the very prime of their youth, Dregjn being 19 and Holio 17. At the time Dregjn had been fully expected by his father to follow in his footsteps and enlist in the military. Holio and his growing relationship drastically changed his path. Their relationship was strengthened by the sense of rebelliousness such a union spawned in an oppressive environment. The two ran off together after a year of dating and pooled their little credits to rent out an apartment, with Dregjn composing and attempting to make it in an authoritarian regime's limited view of what music should be, and Holio worked odd jobs while completing night classes on a government grant.

They struggled, but were generally satisfied with their life, until Holio got pregnant. With the current state of their finances there was no way the couple could afford a baby. Amin had very nearly not existed and most certainly wouldn't have if Holio hadn't decided that she would never pay such a crime to someone of her lineage. Dregjn protested on economic grounds but was quickly shot down by his mate's anger. The struggling composer nearly went mad with stress while cooking up various schemes to secure his families future. Then it happened.

On a public transit ride back from one of his part time jobs the man had watched a group of Imperials crowded around a uniformed speaker. The speaker spoke with such passion and rage that the crowd fed into it with a ravenous response. Fists were thrown, people hospitalized at the words of one man and for seemingly no reason. In a shot of inspiration Dregjn returned home in a near frenzied state and composed a symphony of rising shrill tones to the backdrop of a series of military style marching music. The music would escalate and escalate until it reached a brilliant crescendo where the tones came in waves. After a full night of composing Dregjn took the piece immediately to the Imperial Ministry of Public Enlightenment. The desk clerk didn't seem enthusiastic about receiving what he called "another pipe dream" and placed it atop a stack of other holo disks. Dregjn left a little disheartened and continued dredging on from day to day. Just as the composer was ready to quit music and begin working full time to support his coming son he received a call from the Ministry. A gruff but cheerful sounding old man informed him that a Sith had taken to the symphony and wished him to perform, with the reassurance that a huge government paycheck would follow.

After nearly destroying his holovid remote in an intense expression of joy the man agreed and began writing more symphony's per request of other officials. The initial work was well enough when preformed but Dregjn proffered not to work with the Sith. Despite the generous check the experience had left him feeling cold. A rut successfully navigated, the two young lovers got married and moved into a luxurious apartment shorty before Amin's birth. Holio quit her jobs and began going to school full time, it seemed as though the couple had "made it."

The day Amin was born was described by them as the happiest day of their collective lives. When Amin grew old enough to reason this left a profound impression on him. The fact that out of literally every other day both of his parents had experienced they'd pegged the day he was born as the happiest. It baffled him. As a baby young Amin was an inquisitive sort and once he began to speak a never ending stream of questions could be heard throughout the house, as the toddler followed his mother or father around. Holio got a kick out of it and would often entertain Amin before confounding him with a paradox or more complex philosophical theory. The child grew and Dregjn continued to compose for the most important Imperial Officials, which left him with a moral conundrum as the Sith ramped up their aggression and prepped for an all out war. Amin attended a private school and was spared the brunt of Imperial Propaganda force fed to public school children though the tid bits he caught did enough to make him proud to be an Imperial. Even in his youth Amin exhibited a similar degree of musical talent as his father and with his help fostered into a brilliant young musician.

Amin grew and his parents began to grow more distant, apart. The cultural differences they'd so longed rebelled against had finally returned full circle. The rift in the family caused a fair amount of turmoil for Amin, who simply wanted things to return to the way they'd been. They eventually reconciled their issues for the good of Amin, but it caused him doubt throughout his life. Throughout his schooling Amin had been excluded by those who thought him strange. The child had turned to both music and literature as a way to fill the social gap created by the cruel cretins who occupied his time. The few friends the child kept onward into adolescence carried similar anti social tendencies.

Despite his awkwardness Amin turned out to be something of a hit with the ladies as he aged, something about the whole outcast musician theme appealed to the girls at his school. When he asked his father about it Dregjn only chuckled and replied "How do you think I met your mother?" He never really loved any of them, treating them as objects for his amusement. Teenage Amin began to receive mail one day from someone his family had thought forever to be ignored. His grandfather. Despite the racial views he held Amin was still the only heir to his family name and as such the old man tried to pull him towards the nationalism that held so many other young imperials under it's sway. Being moderately successful Amin began to compose similarly nationalistic anthems as his father had to achieve fame, but didn't feel the need to serve as his grandfather urged. Amin graduated and began to attend the same university his father and mother taught at, majoring in. Musical Theory and minoring in philosophy. While attending he met a female Twilek named Rya, whom won his affection in a way the others hadn't.

Rya made Amin work to gain her affection and after close to a year of courting she finally agreed to date the Harkin. His parents responded well to the bright young woman he'd introduced them to and quickly took to her. His grandfather only muttered of the further racial impurity infecting his line, though Amin paid no heed. The young man set a date for the couple to be married shortly after the pair graduated from the university. It seemed like a match made in heaven, two musicians in love, with all the time in the world. Then the war picked up speed.

By the end of a short few months the Republic was on their doorsteps, prepared to blast the planet into oblivion. The initial attack came as Amin was riding public transit back to the apartment he shared with Rya, when the Republic Navy opened up the sky with an intense naval battle. Amin held little hope for his parents after watching the initial engagement, when many of the high rise apartments he'd grown up around crumbled beneath an onslaught of proton bombs and laser fire. After making his way toward his home frantically through the now war torn city the Republic began it's ground assault, pushing into the capital city with tanks and infantry. Amin found Rya and was seconds away from leaving with her when a huge round slammed into the durasteel street outside the apartment and sent flaming shrapnel into the surrounding buildings. Ears ringing and vision blurred Amin did a quick checklist on himself and looked to his love as his vision recentered itself. She died in his arms, whispering sweet nothings into his ear as a piece of shrapnel that had dug it's way into her gut ended her life. Amin flew into a rage and picked up a flaming piece of durasteel before launching himself into the street and straight toward an incoming Republic Infantry Unit. The soldiers were so shocked at the sight of a civilian wielding a flaming piece of metal that they didn't fire until he'd already smashed one of them across the head. The burst caught him across the left shoulder and as the darkness took him it seemed that the pubs were taking fire.

Amin awoke aboard a Imperial Military Transport headed of the war ravaged world and out into the fringes of space, surrounded by Imperial Commandos and with a bandaged hand and shoulder. The multi species team informed him that he had been extremely fortunate that they'd found him and that the planet had been lost. Amin demanded that they return him so violently that he had to be restrained, the commandos told him he'd only be killed if he returned in his unstable state and without the necessary training. Amin wept for what he'd lost and once he composed himself the commandos offered him a position within their ranks. The man agreed, seeing nothing else. The team reunited with other Imperial remnants and Amin trained for months with the team, evolving into an elite warrior hellbent on vengeance against those he viewed as having stolen his life from him. It was all he had left. The slender musician became a hulking machine of vengeance with a light machine blaster in hand.

Most of his sensitivity was lost in the process, but a part of him felt he needed something else besides hate. Amin proved to be a successful soldier and after a time was promoted to Lieutenant because of his prowess and education. Amin was certain he couldn't maintain such a lifestyle forever and sought to change it. At the same time he felt a strong obligation to his dead family and could think of nothing else.

The Republic had taken everything from him.

He would show no quarter.

Even if it cost him his soul.

Amin distinguished himself and his unit till the bitter end of the Commando Corp, with him being one of the few survivors to make it out from the razing and purges that followed Republic victory. Amin found himself among the New Order and helped o burn a few Pub systems before their eventual fall when the Emperor disappeared from the known Galaxy, leaving millions of disposed soldiers such as Amin to wander. The rage had cooled after watching his nation burn for the second time within five years and Amin wandered. Petty crime and mercenary work were all that found him for a time as he listlessly wandered the galaxy. Eventually the First Order was founded and Amin felt the call to service once more. A chance for purpose again. Amin was offered a commission in the Stormtrooper Corp and served with Ren's Rifles for several months, helping to subjugate natives and rebs on unruly worlds. After a time caught the eye of the newly reformed First Order Security Bureau and joined. He was trained appropriately and assigned an alias before being assigned to Avalonia as an undercover Field Agent.

Caught a blast of radiation in a shuttle incident and after recovering discovered a new mutation. Force Sensitivity.

He killed a fellow Agent in a Purge operation when faced with a dissident that looked like his deceased wife, whom before mentioned Agent was about to execute. After a brief firefight and chase Amin escaped offworld to be branded by his former comrades as a traitor. He since shacked up with the Black Sun to put his particular skillset to use in the noble goal of feeding himself.
 
Thread Tracker, Chronological Order
Key: 1=Combat, 2=Espionage, 3=Misc.
-Joins FO-3
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/89590-youre-gonna-love-tomorrow-amin-garith/
-Action on Thakwaa-1
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/89707-in-a-world-where-the-kings-are-employers-first-order-dominion-of-thakwaa-hex/
-Empire Day-3
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/90299-empire-day/
-Educational Thread About FASCISM-3
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/90517-expressions-of-thought-and-will/
-Training a Moff-3
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/90312-the-gun-song-invite/
-Breakdown #1-3
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/90827-echoes/
-Action on Hoth-1
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/90929-side-by-side-by-side-first-order-dominion-of-anoat-sector-hex/
-Action on Coruscant-1
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/89371-blackout-galactic-alliance-invasion-of-the-one-sith-held-coruscant/
-FOSB Transfer/Classified Action on Avalonia-2-3
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/92730-avalonia-nights/
-FOSB Light Duty-3
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/92591-among-the-dead-fo-dominion-of-the-dead-nebula-and-vortusa/
-Classified Action on Thakwaa-1-2
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/93078-on-the-fringes-of-sanity/
-Classified Action on Avalonia-2
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/93143-first-annual-galactic-games-avalonia/
-Wandering/Shore Leave-3
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/93144-the-happy-wanderer/
-Shuttle Incident-3
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/93349-radiation-king/
-Classified Action on Commenor-2
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/93424-trust-is-a-hard-thing-to-keep-pm-for-invite/
-Classified Action on Yalara-2
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/93270-rise-of-the-imperials-first-order-dominion-of-yalara/
 

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