NAME: Tregan Mallhane
FACTION: N/A
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: Falleen
AGE: 33
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'4
WEIGHT: 222 Lbs
EYES: Grey
HAIR: Black
SKIN: Light Green
FORCE SENSITIVE: Not even close
STRENGTHS:
APPEARANCE: (Too lazy to write this out, so here is a bigger picture of him!)
BIOGRAPHY:
Tregan was born in space. Not empty space, granted, but he was not born on a celestial body like most people in the galaxy. He was born on a slave ship, the unfortunate case of a master taking too keen an interest in his new merchandise. A few months after this event, Tregan was born, just in time to be offloaded along with his mother to The Wheel. There, Tregan spent the first few years of his life moving between various shops in the darkest recesses of The Wheel, traded between masters while his mother became the prize showpiece in one of the many taverns on the station. It was largely due to the poor conditions Tregan had growing up on The Wheel that his eyesight developed so poorly.
When he was ten years old, Tregan returned to his cell one night just in time to see his mother's body being dragged away from their masters quarters. A known drunkard, the Falleen crime boss took his regular bouts of anger out on anyone near him, and unfortunately, his mother had not been able to avoid him as she had for the past decade. Tregan hid within his master's quarters the next day shortly after he left to see to his slave rings. Inside, Tregan sabotaged the toilet in the man's quarters before hiding himself in the ceiling. Later that day, Tregan's master returned, and when he went to use the toilet, it detonated. Lacking anything below his waist at this point, a justified punishment in Tregan's eyes, the man was still able to drag himself out of the bathroom, where he found Tregan waiting with a broken bottle of alcohol. The body of the man, Tregan's father was found later that day, but by then Tregan was long gone. He felt no remorse over the death of his father, and oddly, felt freed by the death of his mother as well. Without her tying him to the station, Tregan snuck aboard a departing freighter and left The Wheel.
The next two decades of his life would be spent doing odd jobs across the galaxy for whoever could pay. Many times he considered joining the Black Sun, though, given that his former master and father had been a member of that organization, to a very minor degree, Tregan never went to them. He developed his mind over the years, stealing what he could to teach himself on matters ranging from simple macro-economics to higher philosophy. As a bodyguard, Tregan watched with keen interest how his employers went about their business deals, making mental notes in his head on what was effective and what was detrimental to the makings of a good deal. As a freighter pilot, Tregan began to learn and memorize the various hidden routes that other organizations and entities to move about the galaxy unseen, committing each to memory. As a thief, Tregan learned the best ways to get into those places no one wanted, and what was truly worth the risk of acquiring.
After these two decades of self-education, Tregan turned his mind to a goal he had long held. Seeking out contacts and potential allies, Tregan has begun the process of forming his own criminal syndicate, with eager interest in establishing a name for himself.
FACTION: N/A
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: Falleen
AGE: 33
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'4
WEIGHT: 222 Lbs
EYES: Grey
HAIR: Black
SKIN: Light Green
FORCE SENSITIVE: Not even close
STRENGTHS:
- Pragmatic: Tregan is an extremely logical and detail-oriented individual. He approaches every situation from a practical sense, preferring to solve issues relating to the practical rather than the theoretical. This affords him a degree of level-headedness, as he is not constantly worrying about every minor detail going wrong.
- Killer: In a fight, Tregan has the strength and size and take on almost any opponent, and carefully plans on how to handle each step in what he sees as an entertaining little dance to the death.
- Eyesight: Tregan has poor eyesight, and can only see things nearby clearly. This leads him to general disdain from using ranged weaponry and forces him to either get close and fight his enemy close range, creating numerous potential issues, or withdraw.
- Insomniac: Tregan rarely gets any meaningful amount of sleep, staying up most nights simply planning, drinking, and reading the few holo novels that interest him. The few nights he does get to sleep, it is nearly impossible to wake him.
APPEARANCE: (Too lazy to write this out, so here is a bigger picture of him!)
BIOGRAPHY:
Tregan was born in space. Not empty space, granted, but he was not born on a celestial body like most people in the galaxy. He was born on a slave ship, the unfortunate case of a master taking too keen an interest in his new merchandise. A few months after this event, Tregan was born, just in time to be offloaded along with his mother to The Wheel. There, Tregan spent the first few years of his life moving between various shops in the darkest recesses of The Wheel, traded between masters while his mother became the prize showpiece in one of the many taverns on the station. It was largely due to the poor conditions Tregan had growing up on The Wheel that his eyesight developed so poorly.
When he was ten years old, Tregan returned to his cell one night just in time to see his mother's body being dragged away from their masters quarters. A known drunkard, the Falleen crime boss took his regular bouts of anger out on anyone near him, and unfortunately, his mother had not been able to avoid him as she had for the past decade. Tregan hid within his master's quarters the next day shortly after he left to see to his slave rings. Inside, Tregan sabotaged the toilet in the man's quarters before hiding himself in the ceiling. Later that day, Tregan's master returned, and when he went to use the toilet, it detonated. Lacking anything below his waist at this point, a justified punishment in Tregan's eyes, the man was still able to drag himself out of the bathroom, where he found Tregan waiting with a broken bottle of alcohol. The body of the man, Tregan's father was found later that day, but by then Tregan was long gone. He felt no remorse over the death of his father, and oddly, felt freed by the death of his mother as well. Without her tying him to the station, Tregan snuck aboard a departing freighter and left The Wheel.
The next two decades of his life would be spent doing odd jobs across the galaxy for whoever could pay. Many times he considered joining the Black Sun, though, given that his former master and father had been a member of that organization, to a very minor degree, Tregan never went to them. He developed his mind over the years, stealing what he could to teach himself on matters ranging from simple macro-economics to higher philosophy. As a bodyguard, Tregan watched with keen interest how his employers went about their business deals, making mental notes in his head on what was effective and what was detrimental to the makings of a good deal. As a freighter pilot, Tregan began to learn and memorize the various hidden routes that other organizations and entities to move about the galaxy unseen, committing each to memory. As a thief, Tregan learned the best ways to get into those places no one wanted, and what was truly worth the risk of acquiring.
After these two decades of self-education, Tregan turned his mind to a goal he had long held. Seeking out contacts and potential allies, Tregan has begun the process of forming his own criminal syndicate, with eager interest in establishing a name for himself.
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