Garo Walduel
Character
Garo is a young human male, approximately 25 years of age. He stands at 6'0" exactly, and holds a muscular build, though his frame remains lanky. He has long dark hair, deep brown eyes and a large scar along his face from a blaster shot years ago...
Garo grew up on Coruscant, poor, hungry, wishing every day that his father would make enough money to afford bringing them home a few bites to eat, only to feast on the disappointment of learning the wealth was spent on his gambling addiction yet again. Garo and his mother struggled to feed themselves as his father only gambled and drank his entire family into the hole. Eventually, his father was arrested for some drunken mishap, and the credit flow stopped entirely. Rent stopped getting paid, bills started stacking up, and the food situation wasn't growing any better. His mother couldn't find work, no matter how hard she tried, her small size would cause her rejection almost as soon as she entered the door. It was up to Garo to save their lives, to pull them out of this deep dark hole that his father had pushed them into...
He enlisted into the Imperial Army, joining the ranks of the Stormtroopers in their fight to restore order to the galaxy. Sure... Forests burned to the ground, housing complexes brought down like a child's creation... Civilians killed just to save a little paperwork... There was no order in the acts they committed... But what there was?
Money...
Garo made more credits with the Empire than he could have ever dreamed of, and all he had to do was shoot when told to. That was, until he caught a blaster round to the face. He awoke in a daze, vision blurry and doubled- hearing dampened and ringing sharply. He took a dry gulp of air that felt like it stuck to his throat on the way down, watching the battle in front of him almost in slow motion. Dirt flying, bodies dropping, friends ceasing to exist before his very eyes. It took a few moments to realize that some of them were dying because they were trying to help him...
He snapped out of it, struggled to his feet and took hold of the rotary-blaster previously manned by one of his fallen comrades. He squeezed the trigger so hard it felt like it might snap off... And he didn't let go until the enemies stopped shouting, and he could see nothing but smoke. Afterwards, he passed out, and didn't wake up until he was in the Evac headed out of battle with the rest of the injuries.
Garo was honorably discharged from the Imperial Army, and from that point on, decided to spend some of his hard-earned credits, and take a vacation. His mother having passed away while he was off fighting in the war, there wasn't much of a plan anymore for all of the credits he had saved. So he bought a ship, got a bounty-hunting license, and began his work as an Imperial bounty hunter. To this day, this is still his way, capturing poor unfortunates dumb enough to get themselves into the Empire's crosshairs, and raking in the money he gets for tossing them into a cage like some unwanted creature. Seeing what he's seen though...
He has grown rather desensitized to the wailing pleads of mercy, or sorrowful curses of hatred that come his way. To Garo, all they are is a paycheck- nothing more. However, the constant back and forth of capturing a target and returning them has been growing a little dull to Garo... Soon, his horizons will be expanding outwards to more than just bounty hunting. Hopefully, however- with the amount of enemies he's likely made, he's just hoping he won't have to shoot his way across the galaxy to see more of it.
Garo grew up on Coruscant, poor, hungry, wishing every day that his father would make enough money to afford bringing them home a few bites to eat, only to feast on the disappointment of learning the wealth was spent on his gambling addiction yet again. Garo and his mother struggled to feed themselves as his father only gambled and drank his entire family into the hole. Eventually, his father was arrested for some drunken mishap, and the credit flow stopped entirely. Rent stopped getting paid, bills started stacking up, and the food situation wasn't growing any better. His mother couldn't find work, no matter how hard she tried, her small size would cause her rejection almost as soon as she entered the door. It was up to Garo to save their lives, to pull them out of this deep dark hole that his father had pushed them into...
He enlisted into the Imperial Army, joining the ranks of the Stormtroopers in their fight to restore order to the galaxy. Sure... Forests burned to the ground, housing complexes brought down like a child's creation... Civilians killed just to save a little paperwork... There was no order in the acts they committed... But what there was?
Money...
Garo made more credits with the Empire than he could have ever dreamed of, and all he had to do was shoot when told to. That was, until he caught a blaster round to the face. He awoke in a daze, vision blurry and doubled- hearing dampened and ringing sharply. He took a dry gulp of air that felt like it stuck to his throat on the way down, watching the battle in front of him almost in slow motion. Dirt flying, bodies dropping, friends ceasing to exist before his very eyes. It took a few moments to realize that some of them were dying because they were trying to help him...
He snapped out of it, struggled to his feet and took hold of the rotary-blaster previously manned by one of his fallen comrades. He squeezed the trigger so hard it felt like it might snap off... And he didn't let go until the enemies stopped shouting, and he could see nothing but smoke. Afterwards, he passed out, and didn't wake up until he was in the Evac headed out of battle with the rest of the injuries.
Garo was honorably discharged from the Imperial Army, and from that point on, decided to spend some of his hard-earned credits, and take a vacation. His mother having passed away while he was off fighting in the war, there wasn't much of a plan anymore for all of the credits he had saved. So he bought a ship, got a bounty-hunting license, and began his work as an Imperial bounty hunter. To this day, this is still his way, capturing poor unfortunates dumb enough to get themselves into the Empire's crosshairs, and raking in the money he gets for tossing them into a cage like some unwanted creature. Seeing what he's seen though...
He has grown rather desensitized to the wailing pleads of mercy, or sorrowful curses of hatred that come his way. To Garo, all they are is a paycheck- nothing more. However, the constant back and forth of capturing a target and returning them has been growing a little dull to Garo... Soon, his horizons will be expanding outwards to more than just bounty hunting. Hopefully, however- with the amount of enemies he's likely made, he's just hoping he won't have to shoot his way across the galaxy to see more of it.