The Dead God
OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION
- Intent: To expand on the depth of Blackwell Industries.
- Image Credit: Here.
- Role: Head of Blackwell Industries newly founded Security Division.
- Links: Blackwell Industries
- Age: 56
- Force Sensitivity: Non-Force User
- Species: Firrerreo
- Appearance:
A man of stature, Bren carries himself with an almost unnatural confidence; the result of years within military service. His face shows signs of wear, weathering an innumberable amount of storms before settling on the other side. Wrinkles, occasional warts, discolored skin, the man shows his age, but doesn't do without grace; his ashy grey hair speckled with enough color to give a sign of not only his age, but the excellent amount of experience he has. A beard covers most of his face, with thin lips and deep sunken eyes always seeming slightly exhausted despite the almost uncanny piercing stare he offers to anyone.
The Colonel often wears comfortable, but dignified clothing. White undershirts and a black coat carrying Blackwell Industries symbol are common; its sword a striking hint at what exactly he does for the company. A wedding ring sits on his finger, despite losing his wife many years ago. Overall, he is a very distinguished, seemingly experienced man that would fit well within any Moff Council or aging veterans club.
SOCIAL INFORMATION
- Name: Colonel Bren Marr
- Loyalties: Blackwell Industries
- Wealth:
While Bren Marr is certainly not poor, it'd be folly to claim he is beyond approach in riches. The man serves dutifully as the head of security for the entire Blackwell Industries command, his overarching experiencing allowing him to bring in well over six figures on an annual basis. This, combined with a hefty insurance and numerous benefits packages, puts his total worth just above 1.6 Million Credits; much of his otherwise established income given to his twin daughters, though much is kept in solid assets capable of being liquidated at a moments notice.
[*]Notable Possessions:
- Electrum Wedding Ring
- Packard - Custom HG-54 Personal Handcannon
- Large Estate on Bastion
- Iron Will - Personal JC-747 "Nox" Corvette
[*]Skills:
- Bren Marr is a reputable commander, despite his armchair status now, as he led a number of high risk operations during the tenure of The One Sith; a time when he was far younger. His skill in leading soldiers was superb during his tenor with the Sith, leading them to a number of victories against the Galactic Alliance under the leadership of men like [member="Isamu Baelor"] before eventually abandoning the empire as whole during its violent collapse. After such, he found a strong independence in running mercenary crews through much of the galaxy; serving this outfit and that for the sake of giving money to his family.
While an excellent shot, he is far past his prime ins straight combat prowess. He serves no more on the front-lines as he does in the armchair in the back; effectively making him only viable for overarching command roles rather than direct confrontation. Although no stranger to combat, his age wears heavy on him, enough so that prolonged combat would see him likely to fail or falter, though he could certainly put a strong fight for a time, should the need be required.
[*]Personality:
- Although not overly friendly, Ben Marr holds a soft spot in his heart for those close to him. Family, friends, he's long past his days of anger and resentment, pain and sorrow guiding his path to the next battlefield. Now, his family receives much of the love he holds, although often difficult for him to express even to them. He is a stalwart man with strong ideals, and even a passive conversation will offer that to any stranger who speaks to him.
To the public however, he knows full and well how to play the part of power. When men come to speak to him, he makes them wait, watch him finish whatever it is he needed to do; knowing full and well that by making the other wait, they know they are on his time, his schedule. He waits to speak when stood up against, letting his enemies fester on the thought of wronging him, and in all senses he demands respect off form alone. It is an almost striking, completely separate personality than the one he carries with his family; the combined experience of years dealing with politicians and enemy commanders.
COMBAT INFORMATION
- Weapon of Choice: Tactics & Custom Verpine Shatter Gun
- Combat Function:
While Marr is no stranger to combat, he certainly doesn't hold up to the once legendary status he held. To shoot down his enemies, stab, maim, and destroy was his occupation; however as age took him, he lost much of his ability to strike with impunity. Now, exhaustion riddles him, prolonged physical activity tears at his muscles far more than they ever had before, and everything that he was is little more than a passing memory. Perhaps if pushed to the limits, he would able to fight just once like he had before, but that would be the end of his life no doubt.
No, instead of combat Marr finds a specialization in holding off his opponents with a strong tactical thought. After years serving the One Sith, rising to the rank of Colonel, he has become a fiery tyrant of war capable of outpacing fellow commanders through years of fire forged experience and an iron will. Marr makes no illusions, never seeking glory, or becoming some silly butcher, but the demoralizing erudite of wars years past.
HISTORICAL INFORMATION
The man known as Bren Marr was born to a poor family, choosing to join the Imperial military as soon as he could to pay his way into a better future. Pulling himself up by his bootstraps, the soldier moved through battlefield and battlefield collecting heads, medals, and enough credits to support some semblance of a stable life. Between serving in the standard legions, and eventually special forces, he not only made a name for himself but the One Sith as a whole before the eventual fall; by this rising to the rank of Colonel.
Marrying at the age of 26, Bren Marr had three children. Two daughters and a son, to which he experienced love in its most unbridled form; though this happiness would not last long. Shortly after his youngest childs birth, it was found their mother had cancer. Spending half his acclaimed fortune to attempt to cure her, their journey eventually took them to the Outer Rim, where to pay for such medical expenses Marr formed a mercenary group meant for the highest bidder. Despite the income, the cancer was not stopped and eventually killed his long time wife, and mother of his children.
To this day, Marr continues to wear the wedding ring of his beloved; though his profession has shifted. To help support his children without the risk of death, he offered his services to the rising 'Blackwell Industries' to allow benefits and more for his family. Taking a home on Bastion, Marr now serves to hold up the entire security force of Blackwell, with little stress of ever falling victim to raids or assaults; taking comfort in a life of peace and security.
