Character Dalvos Thrakan

[Talverin]

DAVLOS THRAKAN

Age	29
Species	Arkanian
Gender	Male
Height	178cm (5'11')
Weight	77kg (170 lbs)
Force Sensitive	Force Sensitive (Minor to moderate training)
Allegiance	United Protectorate (Former Dark Hand)

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Favoring neutral colors with bright accents and bulky jewelry, Dalvos looks like someone who recently came into money and has no proper idea what to do with it. His colors are always a little mismatched, his outfits a little bit uncoordinated. Nothing too gaudy or garish, but it projects the image of a man trying to appear quietly wealthy, with the unfortunate twist that he doesn't quite understand what makes it 'quiet'. One notable expenditure is a rather ornate-looking holdout blaster disguised as a somewhat bulky broach on his comfortable cloak. It is disguised well enough to avoid casual scrutiny, but any sensors or dedicated investigation would reveal its' nature. His eyes are a flat titanium white, his hair platinum, and his skin is the kind of bronze shade that's impossible to maintain shipboard despite his skin lacking the weathering common to long solar exposure. His right arm is a very well-made cybernetic replacement that could pass for natural.

When he is 'undercover', he uses a five-fingered hand on his cybernetic arm, and a special glove that adds a mostly nonfunctional pinkie finger to his left hand; the distinctive four-fingered Arkanian hands are thus disguised.

INVENTORY

• The 'Copper Rose', one well-used SoroSuub Freightliner 2200K, which features both a (modestly) capacious cargo hold and a (modestly) sizable crew accommodation atop, sleeping up to FOUR crew members in (relative) comfort!
• An array of small arms and personal defense weapons, more collected for their appearance and matching to various outfits rather than out of devotion to any particular brand or even category of firepower. Includes a rather infeasibly-proportioned 'man portable' blaster cannon that he claims could punch a hole in a star ship (a star ship other than his own, anyway.) Assuming one could actually transport it outside and set it up.
• Several outfits, ranging from desert chic to urban 'fashion' and many unique and 'interesting' steps in between.
• A sizable stash of credits, an indeterminate percentage of which are actually his at any given time. Between freight contracts, gambling debts and the occasional frivolous expense, it's a good thing he has a multipurpose droid to keep track of it all.
• A multipurpose computational droid charged with many tasks, including tracking the actual business transacted by the ship and/or its owner, as well as what percentage of the sizable stash of credits he is currently permitted to utilize.

Items listed below are held 'discreetly' within the Copper Rose's concealed holds, or else are kept hidden within the ship.

• Alternate ship transponders, including the Sith Order registry 'Snapdragon' and the High Republic registered 'Dahlia'.
• Several high-powered rifles, two of which are slugthrowers.
• Components to assemble explosive devices, including remote fuses & timers.
• A long-range communications kit disguised as a gaudy art piece.
• 1 Lightsaber (some assembly required, not all pieces present){really it's just a hilt and power supply}
• An assembly of various outfits common to most regions of space, including common but nonspecific insignia (ie Republic Military, but not rank chevrons or awards)
• A significant range of cosmetics including hair dyes.

PERSONALITY AND BELIEFS

Davlos is, at heart, a spy, who pretends to be a smuggler, who then pretends to be a legitimate businessman. He has a good sense for business opportunities, but rarely has the lucky combination of timing, opportunity (namely funds) and sufficient cargo space to exploit these opportunities. He does make a good bit of side money as a facilitator, sharing these opportunities to those in his network. His greatest drawback is that his legitimate trade is usually a cover for his smuggling, which is usually a cover for his other work. He has an unfortunate tendency to view his 'legitimate' work as acceptable collateral damage to his true profession, sacrificing contracts or breaking agreements if it's required. Only the fact that his cover is so integral to his real work keeps him from simply abandoning it at the first sign of good information.

His greatest belief, core to his personality, is that limitations are meant to be tested. Boundaries are meant to be pushed. His generally low-key personality is utterly at odds with his almost adrenaline junkie love for espionage. Only his knack for quick thinking and generally extensive preparations have saved him from (many) an ignominious death. Everything else - his ship, his lifestyle, his hobbies - are in some way in support of his true profession. His devotion to the cause of the Dark Hand - Now the Protectorate, that is - is foremost in service to his desire to explore, to learn, and especially to explore places he's not supposed to be and learn things he isn't supposed to know.

STRENGTHS

CUNNING, PLANNING, VERSATILITY, WELL-CONNECTED

WEAKNESSES

ADRENALINE-JUNKIE, CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT, FICKLE

HISTORY

Davlos' story begins - in truth nowhere important. He was a son of Arkanian parents, living in a small Arkanian enclave within Sith Order space. When he discovered he was Force Sensitive, he fought for the opportunity to escape his boring frontier life and become a galaxy-strutting Sith Warlord. He attended the Academy on Korriban, where his unbridled curiosity was both an incredible boon and an insane danger - he quickly got a reputation for being reckless, and only just quick enough to escape the consequences of his actions.

It wasn't until he decided to take a short-cut by stealing an upperclassman's lightsaber that his luck finally ran out. Pursued into the many caves on Korriban's surface, the enraged upperclassman decided to teach him the power a lightsaber granted - losing his right arm just below the shoulder made sure the lesson stuck. His following tumble was nearly his undoing; only the fact that the blade cauterized the wound allowed him to survive long enough to escape along with some dissatisfied initiates. It was his frontier upbringing that ended up saving his life: He blended in well enough amongst a community of refugees to well-distance himself from the Sith Academy. Naturally right-handed, the next several years taught him the usage of his left, and his quick mind allowed him to find ways to eke out a living despite his terrible injury.

His curiosity wasn't done making trouble for him, however; he stumbled his way into becoming a fairly competent Slicer, a talent that eventually got him into the services of the Guljik Bantas, a local crime ring... One which had only a few things of note to their name, including a heist against a major transport company which would've been significantly more successful if it had, in fact, been carrying the cargo of stolen Jedi relics it was rumored to carry; a heist so well-planned that, even though it was a trap, they still almost slipped the net. 'Almost' in the sense that they nearly escaped the ship, though their odds after that weren't very good, either.

The very unexpected twist to this came when Davlos was put under interrogation for his role in the heist, and, assuming that it was the Sith who caught him, began to rail at his interrogator. Surprised both by his hate and his skills, he was quickly tucked away from the rest of his gang, and into a chance and very unlikely meeting with a visiting 'VIP'. The unusual-looking Zorren didn't spend much time with Davlos, but she left a very striking impression - an impassioned philosophical diatribe that spoke as much to his curiosity as to his hatred of the Sith, and before long he found himself smuggled offworld, to a verdant orb called Veradune.

It was here that he entered the service of the Dark Hand, working his way up from a serviceable intelligence analyst into a skilled slicer and eventually - with the assistance of a high-quality cybernetic arm replacement and significant training - a very skilled and highly motivated field agent. His difficulties with traditional order and hierarchy meant he didn't play well on a team, but as a solo agent he began to shine.

Once the Dark Hand eventually acknowledged their victory and transitioned into the Protectorate, he remained on the 'outside', reluctant to hang up his hat. It wasn't until a second close brush with death that he finally decided to come in from the cold and join the new Protectorate, leveraging his connections from his Field Agent days to build his 'cover persona' out into a fully functional existence, somewhere he could keep his opportunistic eyes open for a chance to strike back at the Sith, and maybe even sink his teeth into some of the serious mysteries of the galaxy...