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Lysle of the Hydian Way

พระเจ้า เท่านั้นที่ ให้อภัย

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Basic Information
  • NAME: Lysle Rigger
  • FACTION: The Mirage
  • OCCUPATION: Independent Contractor
  • SPECIES: Human, Corellian ancestors
  • AGE: Thirty-five
  • SEX: Male
  • HEIGHT: Five foot ten
  • EYES: Grey
  • HAIR: Blonde
  • SKIN: Fair complexion
  • FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
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[+] Boxer - Lysle spent some time in Mandalorian space as a boxer. He learnt his skills under such tutors as the Rose twins, two notorious bounty hunters known for their killing of Jedi.
[+] Crack shot - Although raised on Kesh, ever since parting his homeworld he has been forced to develop crucial skills to his survival in the underworld. He traveled to Nar Shaddaa to learn from the best of the worst thugs.
[+] Pilot - Leaving Kesh took a great deal of luck at the wheel, so to speak. Lysle was forced to quickly pick up his skills at the handles of a freighter, and later journeyed to Corellia to learn from his distant relatives who work as starfighter pilots for the Omega Protectorate.

[-] Unarmoured - He doesn't like armour, and often his work doesn't require it. If found in a firefight, you can be damn sure he isn't wearing the appropriate equipment to survive. There isn't anything saving him from a blaster through his chest.
[-] Bounty - Lysle holds several warrants for his arrest, pertaining to theft and smuggling illegal goods. These warrants are only active within Mandalorian space.
[-] Wealth Wolf - His desire for wealth holds no depths. There are those men who will throw everything away for that which they desire, and Lysle places himself beyond this. Nothing is out of his grasp, and no one can stand in his way.


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BIOGRAPHY:
Lysle Rigger was raised on the planet of Kesh, largely considered medieval by galactic standards. It's primitive society was populated by the Keshiri, but there were other species albeit rare and few. One such was the Rigger family, three humans of Corellian ancestry. Lysle was born and raised on a ranch in the northern continents. He lived in isolation for much of his childhood, as his parents had been known thieves in the galaxy. When they had a close call with a Mandalorian bounty hunter, they vanished to protect their son.

He was raised hearing the stories of his mother and fathers actions, seemingly beyond imagination. Their journeys and travels far exceeded any expectation of a fantasy tale. He learnt how to survive off the land from a young age, as per a requirement of his parents severe isolation. The closest settlement was four days walk, and any form of technology was but a wish. Lysle had grown in a household that was for all intents and purposes, non-existent to the galactic community. By the time the bounty hunter had followed the bread crumb trail to their ranch, Lysle was fourteen.

The bounty hunter was a Rodian raised on Bastion, on the fringes of Mandalorian space. A Tachyon-class Light Freighter had burst through the cloud cover, descending towards the ranch at noon. Lysle remembers his father clutching his shoulders, spinning him around and shouting him to hide in the barn. He had done as commanded, running as fast as he had ever done before. Bursting through the tremendous double doors, he dove for the nearest bundle of hay. The next few minutes were followed by shouting in a language he had not heard before. Then blaster fire. It ended quickly.

Lysle emerged moments after the blaster fire had resounded in the air, sending a flock of birds into the sky. The Rodian was squatting over the corpses of his mother and father, claiming evidence of their death; their heads. Desperate and in a panic, Lysle fled towards the Tachyon for which its ramp had remained lowered. Climbing up the steep metal sheet, he recognised the letters on the ship. He slammed his fist against the 'close' symbol, initiating the sequence for which the ramp would ascend and close.

The only thing keeping Lysle from fainting was the adrenaline that coursed through his veins. He stumbled his way through the corridors, his hand on the wall to steady himself. He found the cockpit after some wandering, and sat himself down in the seat. A sound only explained to be pure pleasure resounded from his lips. He had never experienced comfort, and a simple worn leather chair was ecstasy to his bottom. His hands gripped the controls, unsure exactly how to use them. Sure he had heard of them thousands of times, but it was altogether a different experience to actually pilot a ship than to imagine piloting one.

Lysle began pushing random buttons until he hit the ignition, and the deafening roar of engines excited him. He nodded with enthusiasm, all but ignoring the screaming curses of the Rodian outside. He pushed forward on the levers, dragging the nose of the ship into the dirt, carving a path through the earth. He was thrown forward, and instinctively pulled himself back, the controls with him. The ship reared upwards, threatening to flip upside down. Lysle let out his own scream of pure fear. He pushed forward and steadied the mechanical beast.

With the ship levelled and hovering above the ground, he found the harness. It wasn't something he had encountered before but half a minute of investigation and he was buckled in, albeit poorly. He began to steer the ship, throwing the accelerator forward as he controlled the direction of the vessel. The Tachyon burst into the sky, launching itself into orbit. Lysle felt an unnecessary compulsion to sit back into his chair as if the gravitational force was doing it to him, but the ship was designed to counter this.

Unbuckling himself from the harness, Lysle stood and placed his face against the viewport. His hands slapped against the transparisteel, his nose squashed against the window. "Wow . . ." was all that he could mutter. Lysle furrowed his brow, remembering what events had just occurred to place him here. He began to slouch back away from the dashboard, sinking into the chair. The next twelve hours were ones he would rather forget. Lonely and full of despair.

He awoke with a hungry stomach, and a deep thirst for water. Before he decided to scour the ship for these things, he hit a large yellow button on the control platform, igniting an auto-pilot destination through hyperspace, back to the bounty hunters home planet of Bastion. The streaks of stars amazed the young boy, and he resolved himself to search every inch of the ship until he found sustenance.


Fifteen years later. . .

Lysle had roamed the galaxy with his Tachyon-class Light Freighter, and never had he heard the fate of the Rodian, but assumed the dangerous wildlife of Kesh took care of him. He had travelled to Bastion, discovering Lily and Venus Rose who taught him what they knew of close-quarters combat with his fists. He began to become known in Mandalorian space as a reputable boxer for underground rings. He was discovered to have stolen the Tachyon and fled Mandalorian space with it, refusing to give it up. He travelled to Nar Shaddaa, learning from Logan Boldshoulder, a Trandoshan that specialised in small firearms, and later made contact with his second cousins that worked for the Omega Protectorate, and what he didn't know about flying from personal experience, he learnt from his cousins.

Since then, Lysle has moved into Fringe space to avoid prosecution from the Mandalorians, although regularly travels the Hydian Way.
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Lysle rose to prominence when he moved his smuggling operations to Hutt Space. He became the infamous crime lord of the Red Ravens, at the time a small gang in the heart of Nar Shaddaa operating out of Frida's Spaceport Cantina, alongside Isaac Ideus and Sigourney Xanthius. The small group of criminals quickly recruited a gathering to which Lysle lovingly referred to them as his flock. They grew power and wealth exceedingly fast, right under the oblivious noses of the dying criminal syndicate The Black Suns. In a show that was the catalyst for the war between the Ravens, Lysle invited a host of Black Sun gangsters and bosses to Frida's. Lysle beat one of these bosses senseless in a VIP room; he dragged the man out into the main floor and put a slug through the mans brain.

War exploded across Wild and Hutt Space. The Red Ravens had grown impressively large in such a short span with Lysle at the wheel. He moved their operations to Antecedent and financed the construction of the Dragon Palace Casino. They shortly there-after invaded the planets belonging to the Black Suns, causing a rift in both the Mandalorians and the One Sith. Mandalorians and Sith fought on both sides, ancient and new agreements caused an intense albeit brief feud among the inner politics of the respective factions. At the end of the war, a ceasefire was called at the behest of the One Sith who agreed to ally with the Red Ravens so long as they stopped their war; but it was too late. The Black Suns were hit too hard, too quickly, and soon crumpled and vanished from the criminal underworld.

Lysle turned from public appearances and allowed his successor, Cryax Bane, take up most of his work. Sigourney retired, and soon Isaac was no where to be seen. With every day that passed, Lysle felt he was losing himself. He soon traveled far and wide, and finished business in the Fringe. He moved about the galaxy under the guise of any ordinary citizen. When he discovered an attack was to be had by the Rebel Alliance, Lysle returned to Red Raven space and attempted to halt the attack. During a fierce engagement with the woman known as The Benefactor, he was shot through his mid-torso. Largely assumed to be dead, he was quickly frozen and sent to Sigourney to be buried. Their lack of medical knowledge proved their suspicions of his death untrue. When Sigourney awoke him, she found him alive, albeit barely.

Sigourney brought him back to full health, and hearing the news across the galaxy that the infamous leader of the Red Ravens was now dead, he crept back into the shadows of the underworld. He took the guise of the Upright Man, and soon contacted Chiasa and Isaac. His return was unexpected, and met with much suspicion. Lysle quickly saw the faults in the leadership of the Twi'lek; breaking a trusted alliance with the One Sith, and allying with the Rebel Alliance. The Red Ravens had become militarized and Chiasa frothed at the mouth at her own ego. He was ashamed and disgusted at what the Ravens had become. He publicly humiliated and insulted Chiasa at every turn, making no attempts to hide his feelings towards her. He pulled strings and manipulated her own to commit an assassination plot on her life.

It was three in the morning that Lysle planned to murder Chiasa. He entered her office with a holstered pistol, intending very much to put a crater in her cranium. Something overcame him, something otherworldly, and he chose not to kill her. It was against everything he was, and the plan was shattered. Soon Chiasa found out about the plot, and he knew not how. Everyone had bit their tongues, but yet she knew. And so they fled, to the furthest reaches of the galaxy, and beyond. Lysle has been heard more in the political games of the underworld, making business deals with the Hutt Cartel, various syndicates and organizing meetings with prominent CEO's. There is no doubt Lysle has something planned, but it has yet to be revealed.


8 months later . . .

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SHIP:The Tachyon-class is generic, dirt cheap, safe, and ubiquitous. If the Tempus Ardet is meant to be a home for a large family, the Tachyon is meant to be a home for a loner, a young spacer just starting out, or a fringer who's been down on his luck. Lightly armed, geared for operation by one or two people, it's a reliable engine attached to a cardboard box. The name of the game is affordability. The entire ship is on one level of deck, but numerous 'supply compartments' are found throughout. It was the ship for which Lysle fled Kesh upon, and he expects it'll be the ship he dies in.
 

Niklas

24 Hour Party Person
Ah, you based him off of the Driver! I just made a character based off of Jacket from Hotline Miami. Sounds like the two would get along well.
 

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