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Carter

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"We're all warlords at heart."
│ Basic Information │

| Name |
Carter Glass


| Titles of Note | Former SIS Agent, Various advisory positions to several heads of state

| Profession | Information Broker, Bounty Hunter, Mercenary, Thief, Drug Dealer, Private Security, Pimp, Giggolo, Philosopher, Political Extremist

│ Homeworld │ Balmoraa

| Allegiance |
Himself mostly.

│ Force Sensitivity│ Negative


│ Physical Information │

│ Age │ 31

│ Gender │ Male

│ Height │ 5'10

│ Weight │ 190 LBS

│ Eye Color │Green

│ Hair │ Brown, fairly unkempt

│ Complexion │ Piggish

│ Distinguishing Marks │Several shrapnel scars across the face,


| Appearance |


Rough is a good general descriptor for Carter. He's a stocky man coming in below the galactic average in terms of height, though he makes up for it in the natural muscle (and gut) that the gods chose to give him. Not particularly handsome nor notably ugly, Carter has the kind of face you could lose in a crowd fairly easily, although the scars have helped to, in his own words, 'give a poor troll man some sex appeal'. His hair is kept cropped short in hopes that no one will notice how it's starting to thin at the edges, which is further complemented by the fairly unkempt beard that clings to his face. He's generally clad in some variant of body armor with a trench coat pulled over it. According to Carter, a man in body armor is a thug, but a man in body armor and a trench coat is a distinguished citizen with a bit more care toward their self-protection than other people. Whether others agree with this or not is a hotly debated topic.


| Traits |

Irreverent: The concept of something being sacred is frankly rather offensive to Carter. He holds little to no traditional values, instead forming his own moral code from his own life experiences in conscious rejection of the norm. Your gods aren't real and are laughable. Your traditional garb looks silly. Jedi and Sith run around in bathrobes to advertise themselves to one another in some bizarre mating ritual. This galaxy makes no sense, nothing does or ever will, and there's no fixing it, so why don't we just enjoy the trip?

Selfish Altruism: Some people would call Carter a bad person. He'd call those folks idiots. The galaxy's been stuck in this ridiculous moral struggle for a couple thousand years now between two extremes, and they're both wrong. Dominating people is a waste of time because eventually it fails, and those people will always hate you. Helping everyone all the time is equally destructive: humans and most other sentient races are herd animals and will become wholly reliant upon their benefactors for survival. So far as Carter's concerned, one should provide the means for another to succeed, and let them do so or fail on their own. A hungry beggar gains nothing but a meal from the credits you give him. If you deny him those credits, he'll be forced to grow in order to eat. To deny someone their trials is to go against the nature of life itself; there are few greater evils.

Taste For Conflict: Carter is and always has been an adrenaline junky. He lives for conflict, be it verbal or violent in nature. Ever the contrarian, Carter will go out of his way to stoke resentment in others in order to bring about the conflicts he so craves. Nothing makes a man feel more alive than fighting for his life, or swindling a Sith Lord out of his credits.

Sadism: The interesting thing about performing exceedingly violent interrogations over the course of several years is that it can lead to some parts of the brain talking to one another that normally shouldn't. Sometimes that means the pleasure and logical parts of your mind start talking to one another, and then you're breaking this guy's knuckles with a tire iron and suddenly you're having fun. Carter's grown exceedingly aware of his little tick, and has a fairly strong reign over his darker inclinations, but its hard to deny that Carter seems to be having an absolute blast when he's cracking someone's skull.


Master Manipulator: Carter's been called a sociopath more than once in his life. He's particularly skilled at getting people to do whatever the hell he wants. It's relatively easy - you just have to modify your personality and your quirks to fit whatever mold the person you're talking to might find attractive. After all, it's far better to talk your way out of a situation than shooting. Less probability of getting shot.


History

There isn't much to Carter that's publicly accessible, but we'll cheat a bit here for the sake of the narrative. Born around thirty-one years ago to a doctor and one of his nurses, Carter lived a pretty well off life as a child. There wasn't much notable then, save for Carter's social stagnation and seeming inability to maintain friends for very long. His parents worried, but he did well in his studies so it wasn't of much concern.


Then Carter joined the Galactic Republic's military at eighteen instead of going to university. His parents were pissed: for Carter it was all about youthful rebellion. Unfortunately that was about the time the One Sith decided to make the Galactic Republic not exist anymore. Called into war, Carter fought as an infantryman for four years before being relocated to the SIS after his independent nature and field expertise were observed.

Pleased with his new position, Carter took to his new job eagerly. More than a few planetary governments faced terrorists armed and trained by Carter and his constituents. When the Republic fell, Carter took to early retirement, marrying one of his fellow agents and retiring to Balmoraa.


Things went pretty well there for awhile. His wife popped out a kid, they started a basket weaving shop right in the center of town, and generally lived pretty well. Or they did until Carter thought it would be cute to run a DNA test and see where the family's roots were. That test revealed that his five year old daughter was not actually his child, but the progeny of his best-friend and fellow field agent Rory.

Carter's not proud of what followed. His wife was confronted and she broke down into tears, admitting to her infidelity. Furious, Carter immediately fired for divorce, and was promptly raked over the coals by the court after his wife claimed he had assaulted her and abused their child during their marriage. Carter lost his savings, the house, and his pet Bocatt Lue.

The former agent took to the drink and local pimp work to make ends meet as his best friend moved into his house with his wife, and pretty much stole his life. They all thought Carter too drunk and too impotent to do anything. They were stupid.


One day Carter happened to walk across the family in the town square. He made eye contact and that was all it took. Carter promptly marched up to his former friend and lover, drew his sidearm, and shot Rory square in the head. He then proceeded to empty the entire gas canister into Rory's body, turning his former friend into a pile of burned meat and ashes before the local police could arrive. By the time they did, Carter was long gone, having hitched a ride with one of his girls off world in search of either a new purpose, or debauchery. Mostly the latter, honestly.
 
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