Introductory Report: The elusive Yusanis Myrishi is among the most wanted men in One Sith space. Founder and leader of the Smugglers' Association to Impede and Negate Tyranny (SAINT), a nonviolent outlaw group dedicated to lessening the impact of Sith occupation and war crimes by providing supplies and evacuating fugitives, Myrishi is considered an enemy of the state. His organization is not officially backed by any stellar government, operating on the generosity of private donors and his own personal fortune. The group works under a carefully-maintained shroud of secrecy, and Myrishi himself is rarely seen.
Species: Echani (Near-Human)
Gender: Heterosexual Male
Age: 31 (Born 814 ABY)
Height: 1.81 meters
Weight: 73 kilograms
Force-Sensitive: No
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Viridian
Skin Tone: Pale
Homeworld: Coruscant
Political Affiliation: SAINT
Rank: Founder and Director
Lean and wiry, Yusanis has the blade-like build common to battle-trained Echani. His face is lean and angular, every line sharp enough to shred flimsiplast, from his harsh nose to his thin lips to his high, narrow cheekbones. The burn scars surrounding his left eye are the only roundness or smoothness to him, the skin softly puckered around the socket from the long-ago injury. Cybernetic augmentations and the edges of skin grafts draw further lines across his face, unyielding metal fastened down to his skull. One bright blue-green eye still stares out at the galaxy; the other is a prosthesis, a harsh and unnatural gold that sometimes stares in a different direction entirely from the organic gaze.
Paleness of skin and hair further betray Yusanis's Echani heritage. Thick white brows, the right one pierced with two small rings to balance the two on the left side of his nose, brood over his mismatched eyes and patchwork face. His hair is short but messy, hanging at odd angles that shift when he moves quickly. His beard, by contrast, is carefully trimmed into a short, smooth wave along his angular chin and around his lips. Scars and cybernetics alike disappear into the thick fringe, which goes no further down than his jawline. In all, his visage is a strange balance between even and uneven, harsh and smooth, symmetrical and divided. It lends him an intensity of glare and voice.
At all times, Yusanis is coiled as tightly as a spring. Everything about him is tense, hard, and wary. His movements are fast and deliberate, his gaze ever-shifting. His cybernetic left arm, styled in black and white, is the stillest part of him, but when the time comes it moves with terrifying speed and strength. While this is the most obvious sign of damage to his body, it is far from the only one. His chest, back, and legs are covered in long, thick scars and burns, reminders of a youth cut short and a life lived on the dark fringe of society. His clothes are loose and mobile, with many pockets and pouches. He favors dark colors, blending into the shadows rather than drawing the eye.
The first, and perhaps only, trait that those who speak with Yusanis notice about him is that he is secretive to the point of near-paranoia. Very rarely does he deal openly with anyone or reveal his true location, working through droids and other intermediaries. This is a difficult but necessary sacrifice for someone who was once extroverted and personable; it preserves his safety and the safety of his network, but leads to terrible loneliness. But Yusanis no longer expects to have true friends. For the director of a nonviolent philanthropic network, he is surprisingly callous. He expects casualties, reacting to each new loss or Sith atrocity with resigned disappointment where others might feel crippling grief or overwhelming horror. Everyone he truly loved is dead, so now he thinks in terms of the big picture, in which individuals live or die like candles flickering in the wind.
Those who know Yusanis longer find that his most significant personality trait is his determination. He is a man who quite literally pulled himself from his own grave, and that was before years of hardening his heart and sharpening his mind. Nothing short of his total destruction will ever defeat him or lessen his focus and drive. He has chosen to battle his overwhelming sorrow by devoting himself, body and soul, to his chosen purpose, and his every waking moment is spent working toward that purpose. As such, he divides people into helpers and hindrances, with no regard for whether they are good or bad people, kind or cruel. The mission is all that matters, and he will see it done by any means necessary. Some find this inspiring, others off-putting, and most a little of both. It's likely to get him killed some day, probably some day soon. He really doesn't care.
Beneath the hardness, driving the mission, is a deep kindness and empathy. Yusanis doesn't feel for individuals anymore because he would shrivel up and die if he let himself. In every person he sees the good, in every family an echo of his own family's happiness before it all came tumbling down. He chose his purpose because it matters deeply to him to save as many people and as much beauty as he can, and he finds beauty in the galaxy's wondrous diversity. It's extraordinarily rare that he lets his softer side show, even with people he trusts; if he opens the floodgates of emotion, he knows it might sweep him away. He's seen terrible things, over and over again, since his world was shattered years ago, and he flees from those memories, locking them away where they can't slow him down. It's not sustainable, but he doesn't expect to be around for long.
Yusanis is exceptionally cunning and well-versed in the arts of the underworld. He is skilled at evading detection, with tremendous knowledge of underused hyperlanes, patrol schedules, and law enforcement procedures. He is an able slicer, creating or bypassing layers of security and scrambling transmissions to make them near-untraceable. He knows a great deal about what makes people tick, and reads them exceptionally well; if they plan to betray him, or even could be coerced to do so, he is able to foresee it. For his own part, he is extremely persuasive, with a good sense of business, a strong moral compass, and a clear idea of when he should appeal to each. His ability to organize and coordinate operations has allowed him to build SAINT's network from nothing, and without his guiding hand holding all the secrets together it would almost certainly collapse.
Yusanis rarely acts in person, but a daily training regimen keeps him prepared to do so whenever necessary. He is well-versed in the martial style of the Echani warrior culture into which he was born, making him a swift, graceful, and unpredictable hand-to-hand fighter. The inhuman strength of his prosthetic arm helps him in this regard, propelling his blows with tremendous force and precision. He's a good shot with a blaster, as well. His technical skills picked up from his smuggling days allow him to modify, fix, or at least jury-rig just about any freighter ever built, though he's less familiar with other classes of ship. He tinkers with his own cybernetics as well. He still remembers many of the sleight of hand skills he learned in the Coruscani street gang he briefly ran with, and is a pretty good pickpocket and confidence artist when the need arises.
Yusanis is a broken man held together with personal grit, but when the going gets too tough he supplements that with a significant chemical cocktail. He is addicted to Lesai spice, which takes away the need to sleep and with it his nightmares; the telltale purple blotches of a repeat user can be seen on the underside of his chin. During downtime, when there's no urgent work to throw himself into, he tends to slip into even more destructive habits: heavy drinking, painkillers, and high speed thrillseeking, anything to keep his mind away from memories. His secrecy isolates him so greatly that he has quite literally no one to talk to and no healthy way to process his mental strain, and this isn't likely to change anytime soon. He can only try to keep himself together and focus on what's in front of him, avoiding his breakdowns whenever possible by simply being too busy.
Despite his fitness, Yusanis also suffers greatly from his physical scars. His skin grafts and cybernetic enhancements keep him in stable condition, but moving quickly is often painful as old wounds grind together. On the other hand, Yusanis has simply lost feeling in many parts of his body due to damage to his nervous system; he sometimes has to check himself for injures he can't feel. He also has the odd distinction of being so laced with cybernetic parts that ion weapons could seriously threaten his life, with a sufficient burst leading to a heart-stopping overload. Yusanis is aware of these limitations; they are among the reasons he generally eschews physical combat and stays out of the field whenever possible. When he must push past them, he relies heavily on painkillers, yet these make him a far less coordinated and clever fighter.
