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Just another avatar for Cyttorak
NAME: Ploog
FACTION: None
RANK: None
SPECIES: Cragmoloid
AGE: 28
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 9'7"
WEIGHT: 784lbs.
EYES: Red
HAIR: None
SKIN: Gray-green
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
+Massive
+Tough
+Strong
+Really strong
+And large. Did I mention large?
+Skilled at law enforcement and investigation
+Demolitions specialist
+Excellent singing voice (bass) and storyteller
+Peerless baker (learned it from his father)
+Speaks Wookiee
-Not very agile
-Can't move quietly
-Size makes it difficult to armor and transport
-Deep sleeper (those in the military, first response, or on-call medical professions know what I'm talking about)
-Wanted for murder (see bio)
-On a Hutt's radar (see bio also)
-Doesn't use personal pronouns (refers to everyone, including himself, by name)
-Has a death wish. Not an "I'm so depressed I'm going to jump off a building" sort of feeling, and nothing he'd admit to publically, but the guilt, shame and anger of his situation has made him a real risk taker, prone to volunteering for any dangerous mission or to put himself in harm's way for a comrade
APPEARANCE:
Ploog resembles an anthropomorphic pachyderm. He has stiff, leathery gray-green skin that protects him from damage, as well as a pair of huge, elephantine ears. His red eyes, sunk into his face, may appear small, but each is capable of shedding a half a liter of water in a single tear if he should cry.
Ploog's face also contains a thick facial trunk and two smaller secondary trunks, all of which can be manipulated. The four ivory tusks that surround the trunks can and have been used as impaling weapons. He possesses five-fingered hands and three-toed feet.
Cragmoloids are one of the few sentient species who are unafraid to go up against a Wookiee in hand-to-hand combat.
BIOGRAPHY:
Ploog was born on Galactic City on Coruscant, in the neighborhood known as Little Ankus, named for the Cragmoloid home world. His parents own the V&V Bakery, with his father being the fourth generation to own and operate it. V&V is famous for their sticky buns, and sentient beings from many different neighborhoods have been known to line up on holidays for bread, pastries, donuts, and other baked goods.
Ploog himself joined the Coruscant Security Force when he graduated, and remained assigned to his neighborhood, as the CSF thought it would be good to see one of their own in uniform.
One night, an explosion tore through the garment district of Ploog's section of town. Dozens of lives were lost, along with substantial destruction to the city block. The owner of one of the shops, a Nazzar named Qrrl Toq, lay dying on the street. As Ploog held him and waited for help to arrive, Qrrl told Ploog that the explosions had been set by members of the CSF as a penalty for failing to keep up with their protection money. Ploog began investigating. When he was ordered to cease, he probed even deeper, right up until he found himself under arrest for domestic terrorism. He had been too curious, and had found himself framed for the crime.
As he waited in a very large cell, he received word that his bail had been posted by a Hutt named Sharkey. Sharkey, it seemed, knew an awful lot about both the CDF and the explosions, and promised he could make it all go away if Ploog cooperated. If he refused, Sharkey gave the Cragmoloid two choices: flee in the night and never return, or watch his parents' bakery and several surrounding businesses go up in flames. Sharkey presented the ultimatum through a proxy of course, so Ploog couldn't get his hands on the Hutt personally.
Ploog chose to flee.
Hopping a freighter to Manaan, Ploog began working as a stevedore on one of the planet's few islands that catered to non-aquatic lifeforms. After eight months, he fell in with a group of freelancers who were looking for some muscle with morals to break up a slave ring on Zeltros. The raid was successful, and Ploog decided to stay with the team. He spent the next two years as a Rough Rider, moving from job to job, then skirmish to skirmish, and finally war to war. With each engagement Ploog's talents grew stronger, and his love of and skill with explosives grew stronger.
After a disasterous defeat attempting to break up a pirate ring that was trying to claim jump an asteroid mining operation near the Tingel Arm that saw 90% of the Riders killed or crippled, Ploog decided to move on and simply disappear.
Of course, the past has a funny way of turning up at the worst possible times.
SHIP:
None
KILLS:
None
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
None
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