Elias
Character
NAME: Elias
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 26
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'0" (1.82m)
WEIGHT: 168 lbs (76 kg)
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Dirty blond
SKIN: White
FU: No
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES
(+) Manipulator: Elias can get what he wants however he wants it.
(+) Badass bookworm: Clever and cunning, with military training to boot.
(-) Non-Force user: Vulnerable to Force users, Elias doesn't trust them.
(-) Broken Ace: His troubled past follows him. He works so that someday it won't.
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BIOGRAPHY
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A tall man sits down opposite another fellow at a table inside a large penthouse. They both seem to be in their early thirties and are well-dressed considering the rather informal setting, although the apartment gives off a sense of at least modest affluence. One nurses a bottle of beer while the taller one slides a black data pad across the table. Setting the beer down, the man opens the file of what appears to be a dossier, passively scrolling through a set of photos followed by a simple data readout.
"Potential new recruit for the Quartet job. Young fella, twenty-six years old. Goes by the name Elias. It was hard to find information on him, but we were able to glean quite a bit of intel on our mark the other night with the Miss Misty tactic."
The other man interrupts the taller man: "The Miss Misty tactic?"
"We have an exceptionally attractive young woman named Misty get him inebriated at a bar while she asks about his life story. Holonet research fleshed out the rest. Seems our boy grew up in Ord Mantell out in a veld town in a family of Corellian settlers. Nice plot of land outside the city in the Titian Freestate. Typical settler type at first glance: independent, headstrong, decisive, pioneering spirit yadda yadda and all that."
The other man interrupts again: "I know the type well. We don't need some cowboy with a chip on his shoulder for this job" he says dismissively.
"Of course not." The taller man continues, "By the time he was 18, the political tension in the Freestate had boiled over and soon the territory had been overrun by natives and then criminals."
"They got their comeuppance, you mean." There is a tinge of sarcastic bluntness in the other man's quip.
"That's besides the point. What is on point is that the whole thing was a bloody mess. Our mark... Elias... well, it seems about half his damn family was slaughtered by rebels. Three grandparents on the same day. Took his uncle, cut his belly open, then hung him upside down from a tree in the front yard until he bled out or the vultures got to him. Hell, they even ran his poor dog over with a speeder."
"Now that is a damn shame... I love dogs."
"Anyway, Elias joined the Titian Defence Force as did just about every man with two legs. But they didn't just give him a rifle and tell him to go hump the bush. They put him in Intel. Ended up top of his class at boot camp. You see, at age thirteen our recruit was already fluent in three languages. At sixteen he added Hutteese to his repertoire. He can imitate any accent given a day of practice, he can create elaborate lies off the cuff, he knows the largest city of over 100 planets, is well-versed in Galactic history and politics, and is trained in economic subterfuge and forgery. Plus standard military training, to boot." The tall man got up and poured himself a tall glass of water.
"So we won't say he isn't talented. What's he doing on planet?"
"As you know, the Titian Freestate failed and the Defense Force was dissolved. Having served in it is a black mark that most employers don't care for. He up and left home a year ago... it seems he felt his talents could only be appreciated elsewhere." Taking a sip of water, the tall man paused, and then asked, "So what do you think"?
"Give him a call."
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