NAME: Narevni 'Nar' Garett
FACTION: N/A
RANK: Ex-Staff Sergeant.
SPECIES: Human.
AGE: Appears Mid-30's, Actually 29.
SEX: Male.
HEIGHT: 5' 11''
WEIGHT: 186 lbs
EYES: Grey.
HAIR: Red.
SKIN: Pale.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Nope.
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
+Operator: Nar spent nearly a decade in Republic Special Forces, racking up a massive body count and an even more massive variety of skills; slicing, explosives, etc. Much of his combat experience came in close quarters, making martial arts and knives his specialty. Solo work also makes him an explosives expert.
+Intelligent: Working alone has given Nar an uncanny ability to decode and identify potentially hazardous or hostile situations long before they arise. He has a sixth sense for danger that makes other combat vets look like children. This hypersensitivity however can manifest itself poorly in other ways, and doesn't prevent him from being wrong.
-PTSD: Nar's experiences have left him a shell of a man. He's highly paranoid, leaving him with an intense need for absolute control over every situation. He's got plans stacked atop plans, and for him no goal is out of reach given enough time. These 'goals', however, are often neutralizing perceived threats before they pop up, however.
-Guarded: To say Nar is guarded is putting things lightly. His tone rarely leaves an annoyed monotone, but if it does, it's likely only to switch to anger. He cannot handle feelings very well, and while he can see and understand feelings in others, he has a hard time empathizing. While he understands emotions and where they come from, they aren't something he can truly comprehend, meaning he has only the most basic grasp over his own.
APPEARANCE:
Nar is, for all intents and purposes, not a man who sticks out. He's not exceptionally tall or well muscled, standing shorter than your typical human male but possessed with the sort of wiry muscle one would expect in a lightweight boxer. He wears practical clothes, typically older, but keeps meticulous care of himself. His hair never gets too long, and his scruff his almost always trimmed. Perhaps the only thing that truly stands out about him is the way his brow seems to constantly be furrowed, eyes darting too and fro as if expecting an attack from any and all directions.
BIOGRAPHY:
Born on the tomb world Necropolis to a pair of grave keeper parents, Nar lead the life one would expect a child to lead on a tomb world; a boring one. His days consisted of reading what books he could get his hands on and taking care of the tombs around the family home. He does vaguely recalling having a sister, and having her die, but it's not a memory he likes to dredge up.
Ultimately this boring life lead, naturally, to him wanting to leave home. The Republic was recruiting from the small population of the planet, likely figuring they were filled with prime candidates for soldiers... and they got Nar. He excelled at what he did, propelling him into the Special Forces where he started out work in teams as a field medic.
But things spiraled downhill from there.
All military units take causalities; it's a hazard of the job. Nar, however, quickly became known for his exceptional bad luck. Or, more accurately, the exceptional bad luck of those around him. Over the years, in no less than 157 separate incidents (in terms of individuals), squad members died under mysterious circumstances; turbolifts suddenly losing power and plummeting, explosives going off prematurely, even grenades misfiring in their owners hands.
Were it not for the exceptional mission success rate of the teams he was in, they likely would have resigned him to solo work far sooner. Eventually, however, they could no longer justify the losses and tossed him into solo work for the remainder of his last tour. Once he was done, though, he realized he needed to get out and move on.
Taking his separation and heading out into the galaxy, he wound up on the backwater of Tatooine, peddling his skills out to any takers he may find. Between the Republic and Tatooine, however, was a long series of operations done with the then-powerful Rebellion. Now, though, he's a blaster for hire, famous for his ancient Phase II clone armor he wears.
SHIP:
N/A
KILLS:
N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
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ROLE-PLAYS:
Survivor: Geonosis [TA]
Hope: Takeover of Alderaan [TR/TGE]
Hangover [Patches/Deagan/Lorenzo/Open]
Think of Me Under the Mistletoe [8th Annual Yule Ball]
