Televising the Revolution
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Technology- MacTavish has been using technology his entire life, and the older he gets the more in depth he has gone into his understanding. He is able to bypass a lot of security systems as well as tinker with electronics. He has a vast amount of knowledge about a lot of different topics.
Lucky- The Rodian troublemaker may not be physically imposing, nor does he have any understanding of the Force, but he always seems to get by on the skin of his teeth. He seems to be luckier than the average joe walking down the street. This gift has saved his hide more than once.
No Fear of Death- From a young age, MacTavish learned to not fear death and so the convictions he does have he is willing to die for. His confidence and willpower are the main driving force for a lot of his actions.
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No Fear of Death- From a young age, MacTavish learned to not fear death and so the convictions he does have he is willing to die for. His arrogance and stubbornness often times get in his way when he is learning lessons or taking risks.
Strength- MacTavish is a tricky fighter, using quick moves to take his enemies out. If he is in combat for extended periods of time, he is quick to tire.
Damning Evidence- MacTavish has started recording and broadcasting wrongdoings taking place in the Core. His face is well known and he is not liked by the powers that be.
Risky Business- Given MacTavish's line of work, he is often close to combat or in the mix somehow. There are not a lot of people in his career who live long lives. He is likely not going to break that stereotype.
Born in the underbelly of Coruscant, MacTavish was given the kind of upbringing one would expect. He was not raised by his birth parents, no, they surrendered him as soon as he was born. Instead, he was taken in by two Humans, Lyra and Galon, who tried to give him the life he deserved. They gave up more than they could afford to, sacrificing comfort and opportunity just to make sure he never went without. It was never enough to pull them out of where they lived, but it was enough for him. Despite everything, MacTavish grew up seeing the beauty the world had to offer. He went to school, he made friends, and for what it was, he had a good childhood. He never felt like they were struggling.
Then the Core began to fracture. Where the Alliance had once stood, imperfect, but present, the Empire followed, and then the Sith. With them came instability, and Coruscant, the heart of everything, began to rot from the inside out. The lower levels were the first to feel it. Supplies stopped coming, medicine disappeared. Aid slowly dried up. In its place came enforcers and death squads, dragging people from their homes for speaking out, for asking the wrong questions, or for simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time. It was the first time MacTavish saw the world as it truly was, and it marked a shift he could not ignore.
He had always been good with his hands. Taking things apart, putting them back together, understanding how they worked, it came naturally to him. Instructions were easy, systems made sense, and as things worsened, that skill became something more than a pastime. It became a way to push back. MacTavish began helping where he could, repairing what others abandoned, then building what didn't exist. Droids pieced together from salvaged parts to watch over streets that no one else cared about, machines meant to stand where people no longer could. Eventually, that effort evolved into something else entirely. He began constructing drones, outfitting them with cameras to capture what was happening in the lower levels- the raids, the disappearances, the quiet brutality that never reached the upper city. It wasn't for recognition or praise. It was so that what was happening could not be denied.
That kind of guerrilla journalism eventually drew attention. Word spread upward through channels that were never meant to carry voices like his, and in time, aid was sent down along with a Jedi Knight who was able to carve out a small reprieve from the corruption that had taken hold. For a brief moment, it felt like things might stabilize, like the bleeding could be slowed. But Coruscant was already too far gone. When the Empire's grip was torn free, it left the planet hemorrhaging, exposed and vulnerable. Into that chaos came something worse, religious zealots who descended on the broken world and began to strip it for whatever remained. Where the Empire had ruled through control, these new forces ruled through devastation. Death no longer hid in the shadows; it moved openly through the streets, and this time it took Lyra and Galon with it.
In that instant, the last ties MacTavish had to Coruscant were severed. He was no longer anchored there, but that freedom came at a cost that could not be undone. What remained was clarity. He knew he would never change anything by staying in the lower levels, building droids to record the same atrocities on repeat. If anything was going to change, it had to be confronted at its source. So he did what he had always done, he worked. He salvaged what he could, pieced together what others had discarded, and brought an old ship back into working condition. It was unstable, unreliable, and likely only good for a single attempt, but it was enough. When the time came, he powered it on and set a course away from Coruscant, not in defeat, but with purpose. He would return one day with the means to do more than record the fall of his home.
For Lyra and Galon. And for Coruscant itself.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Technology- MacTavish has been using technology his entire life, and the older he gets the more in depth he has gone into his understanding. He is able to bypass a lot of security systems as well as tinker with electronics. He has a vast amount of knowledge about a lot of different topics.
Lucky- The Rodian troublemaker may not be physically imposing, nor does he have any understanding of the Force, but he always seems to get by on the skin of his teeth. He seems to be luckier than the average joe walking down the street. This gift has saved his hide more than once.
No Fear of Death- From a young age, MacTavish learned to not fear death and so the convictions he does have he is willing to die for. His confidence and willpower are the main driving force for a lot of his actions.
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No Fear of Death- From a young age, MacTavish learned to not fear death and so the convictions he does have he is willing to die for. His arrogance and stubbornness often times get in his way when he is learning lessons or taking risks.
Strength- MacTavish is a tricky fighter, using quick moves to take his enemies out. If he is in combat for extended periods of time, he is quick to tire.
Damning Evidence- MacTavish has started recording and broadcasting wrongdoings taking place in the Core. His face is well known and he is not liked by the powers that be.
Risky Business- Given MacTavish's line of work, he is often close to combat or in the mix somehow. There are not a lot of people in his career who live long lives. He is likely not going to break that stereotype.
BIOGRAPHY:
Born in the underbelly of Coruscant, MacTavish was given the kind of upbringing one would expect. He was not raised by his birth parents, no, they surrendered him as soon as he was born. Instead, he was taken in by two Humans, Lyra and Galon, who tried to give him the life he deserved. They gave up more than they could afford to, sacrificing comfort and opportunity just to make sure he never went without. It was never enough to pull them out of where they lived, but it was enough for him. Despite everything, MacTavish grew up seeing the beauty the world had to offer. He went to school, he made friends, and for what it was, he had a good childhood. He never felt like they were struggling.
Then the Core began to fracture. Where the Alliance had once stood, imperfect, but present, the Empire followed, and then the Sith. With them came instability, and Coruscant, the heart of everything, began to rot from the inside out. The lower levels were the first to feel it. Supplies stopped coming, medicine disappeared. Aid slowly dried up. In its place came enforcers and death squads, dragging people from their homes for speaking out, for asking the wrong questions, or for simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time. It was the first time MacTavish saw the world as it truly was, and it marked a shift he could not ignore.
He had always been good with his hands. Taking things apart, putting them back together, understanding how they worked, it came naturally to him. Instructions were easy, systems made sense, and as things worsened, that skill became something more than a pastime. It became a way to push back. MacTavish began helping where he could, repairing what others abandoned, then building what didn't exist. Droids pieced together from salvaged parts to watch over streets that no one else cared about, machines meant to stand where people no longer could. Eventually, that effort evolved into something else entirely. He began constructing drones, outfitting them with cameras to capture what was happening in the lower levels- the raids, the disappearances, the quiet brutality that never reached the upper city. It wasn't for recognition or praise. It was so that what was happening could not be denied.
That kind of guerrilla journalism eventually drew attention. Word spread upward through channels that were never meant to carry voices like his, and in time, aid was sent down along with a Jedi Knight who was able to carve out a small reprieve from the corruption that had taken hold. For a brief moment, it felt like things might stabilize, like the bleeding could be slowed. But Coruscant was already too far gone. When the Empire's grip was torn free, it left the planet hemorrhaging, exposed and vulnerable. Into that chaos came something worse, religious zealots who descended on the broken world and began to strip it for whatever remained. Where the Empire had ruled through control, these new forces ruled through devastation. Death no longer hid in the shadows; it moved openly through the streets, and this time it took Lyra and Galon with it.
In that instant, the last ties MacTavish had to Coruscant were severed. He was no longer anchored there, but that freedom came at a cost that could not be undone. What remained was clarity. He knew he would never change anything by staying in the lower levels, building droids to record the same atrocities on repeat. If anything was going to change, it had to be confronted at its source. So he did what he had always done, he worked. He salvaged what he could, pieced together what others had discarded, and brought an old ship back into working condition. It was unstable, unreliable, and likely only good for a single attempt, but it was enough. When the time came, he powered it on and set a course away from Coruscant, not in defeat, but with purpose. He would return one day with the means to do more than record the fall of his home.
For Lyra and Galon. And for Coruscant itself.