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JEK RAYNAR
Theme | X |
Full Name | Jek Raynar |
Alias(es) | N/A |
Title(s) | N/A |
Class(es) | Scoundrel |
Origin | |
Age | In his early 40's |
Rank(s) | Thug Ace Pilot |
Faction(s) | Black Sun Syndicate Criminal Underworld |
Species | |
Language(s) | Galactic Basic Huttese |
Gender | Male |
Force Sensitive | Positive |
Force Alignment | Not Applicable |
Character Alignment | Lawful Evil |
Height | 5'11ft |
Weight | 230 lbs |
Hair | Short |
Eyes | Dark Brown |
Playby | Clark Gregg as "Sarge" from Agents of SHIELD |
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Jek Raynar cuts a hard figure—very short hair, square-jawed, and weathered. His dark brown eyes carry a permanent scowl, not because he's angry (though he often is), but because that's just how his face settled after years of spite and survival. He keeps a shadow of stubble on his jawline—not out of style, but because he's too busy bleeding or making someone else bleed to bother shaving. His presence feels heavy in a room, like an unspoken threat, his voice a slow grind of gravel and venom.
Clothing-wise, he favors tailored leather coats with blast padding sewn underneath, preferring function laced with a whiff of brutality. His gear's always patched but clean, and his weapons—usually a sawed-off slugthrower and a vibroblade—look well-used but worshipped.
Jek talks slow, but everything he says comes off like a gut punch. He's not loud unless he's winning or cornered and even then, it's a calm kind of menace, like a man who's already figured out where he will hurt you. Cunning in a streetwise way, Jek doesn't bother with loyalty speeches or grand plans. He survives. He wins. And he gets paid.
He's got the same unnerving mix of charm and cruelty as a corrupt noble. One moment buying a drink for an underboss, the next jamming a blade into a debtors ribs for being late with tribute. Jek works off respect, not fear, though fear tends to tag along anyway. He's not above petty revenge, either. You cross him, he won't just hurt you. He'll hurt something of yours that matters. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow or next year. But eventually you'll see it come to pass.
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HISTORY
Jek Raynar was born in the dust-choked badlands of Shiva IV, the kind of place where water was rare, life was cheap, and credits talked louder than law. His people, the Calians, had strength in their blood and fury in their hearts. They called it Ryastraad—a rage that burned so hot it could let you tear through durasteel with your bare hands. Most feared it. Jek embraced it. He grew up poor—real poor. Dirt floors. Rusted walls. Never enough food. No parents worth remembering. Just gangs, guns, and the choice between getting stomped or stomping back. By the time he was twelve, he could hotwire a swoop, pick a lock, and throw a punch hard enough to knock a grown man down.
But Jek had one thing most street rats didn't: he could fly. Didn't matter what junker he climbed into—he could feel the ship like it was part of him. Local gangs started noticing. First, it was getaway runs. Then chasing down debt skippers, dodging patrols, and slipping through blockade zones. Word started to spread: "Jek don't miss. Jek don't flinch. Jek gets it done."
By his mid-twenties, Jek was working jobs with real stakes—piracy runs, intercept missions, hijackings in atmosphere and out in deep space. He wasn't loyal to anyone, but his rep was strong enough that Black Sun came sniffing around. They didn't offer him a seat—they tossed him in the dirt and made him grind. He started at the bottom: Thug for hire. Disposable muscle.
And he stayed there...for quite a time.
Years of back-alley hits, spice guard duty, debt collections, and dirty cleanup. All the while, Jek kept his mouth shut and his eyes open. He watched how the real players moved—how they whispered instead of shouted, how they used fear like a blade.
Then things got personal.
Jek had a divorced wife and a kid. Nothing fancy—just people he didn't want to see hurt. Word came down that a trio of Black Sun enforcers were putting pressure on them. Leaning too hard. Getting too close. Maybe to test his loyalty. Maybe to break him. Jek didn't ask questions. He found all three. Took them apart with his bare hands. Ryastraad was in full force—he left them unrecognizable, and didn't even remember half of it. Next thing he knew, Jek was in chains, thrown into a cell for what looked like a death sentence. He was dragged in front of a shadow court—no names, just voices, threats, and fists. They beat him, cut him, and worse—strapped him into a Bor Gullet session. Dug through his head like it was a spice crate. What came out of all that?
Vindication. Turns out those enforcers weren't just sadists—they were traitors, planning to sell out to a rival syndicate for a fat payday. What they were gonna take, Jek got 35% of as a reward.
Not just credits.
Respect.
He earned a promotion to Associate and a message loud and clear: "You got potential. Now prove it wasn't a fluke." So Jek doubled down. He grinded like never before—more boarding ops, riskier runs, more space-based raids where most sane people wouldn't go. Ships under siege? Jek was the first one through the breach. Piloting maneuvers that should've killed him became his signature. He didn't want to be some nameless goon—he wanted to be a Boarder. Elite. Feared. The guy they call when they want a ship taken, crew erased, and cargo rerouted.
Now he ain't there yet, But he's close and everyone on the inside knows: Jek Raynar's gunnin' for something bigger—He wants it all.
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NOTABLE SKILLS
Ace Pilot
Data Forger
Astronavigation
Sabotage
Greed
Marksman
Brawler
Gadgets
SPECIES ABILITIES
Calian Biology
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Weapons
- Vibroknuckler
- Vibroknives
- L7 Liquidsilver blaster pistol
- .48-caliber Enforcer pistol
- Shock Boots
- Ribbed leather jacket
- Black Sun Ace pilot helmet
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