Character Basta'gasho'nuruodo

[Basta'gasho'nuruodo]

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  NAME: Basta'gasho'nuruodo
  CORE NAME: Tagashon
  HOUSE: Nuroudo
  HOUSE POSITION: Ranking Distant
  SPECIES: Chiss
  AGE: 39 Galactic Standard Years
  GENDER: Male
  HEIGHT: 6.42 feet (77 inches)/1.96 meters
  WEIGHT: 215.3 pounds/97.66 kilograms
  HOMEWORLD: Csilla
  MARITAL STATUS: Single (Widower)
  SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Basta'iliko'nuruodo "Tailiko" (Wife, deceased)
  KNOWN RELATIVES: Basta'raor'razirn "Taraorra" (Father, deceased), Basta'imar'amiq "Taimara" (Mother, deceased)
  
  LANGUAGES: Cheunh (Native), Minnisiat (Secondary), Galactic Basic (Tertiary), Huttese (Quaternary)
  
  FORCE SENSITIVE: No.
  
  FACTION: Galactic Alliance
  BRANCH: GADF Navy
  RANK: Rear Admiral
  
  All in all a rather sad story, right? There are a great many similar stories throughout the Chiss species by this point without a doubt, ever since the Chiss civilization has been all but annihilated by the dark forces of the Maw Brotherhood. Though far from an endangered species, wrath still lives within many a Chiss heart, with Tagashon being a vocal, outwardly violent example of such within the Alliance Navy. The destruction of Csilla turned an already short-tempered but well-balanced military man and turned him into something truly terrible; a being fueled by his own hatred, only thinly veiled by the outward façade of a staunch warhawk. Friends, comrades in arms, and even his dearest of family were lost to him on that terrible day, and ever since then he has resided within the Galactic Alliance, searching desperately for any method to churn up enough war fervor to take the fight to the Brotherhood of the Maw.
  
  Before this, his service was quite minor and, all in all, more or less confined solely to what relatively little space the Chiss still had direct governance over in these chaotic times. Colonial defense against pirates and other such minor things was the name of the day for him until the day the sun was blotted by the shadow of war. When the Brotherhood's fleets had beaten the defenders of law, everything Tagashon knew and loved perished with his white, icy jewel among the stars. With the Chiss fleets scattered and their government all but eradicated with a mountain of corpses, he took what refugees he could with him and fled to Alliance space.
  
  There, he swiftly received a commission to the rank of Rear Admiral with the navy, and has since been a vocal voice in committing major resources to the utter destruction of the Brotherhood. Some call him a stout defender, others a hateful man guided - blinded, even - by his need for revenge. Whatever truth may apply to him, one cannot deny his stalwart support of the Alliance's policies, nor that he is ultimately a good, perhaps even heroic man at heart willing to lay his life down for the defense of all that is good.
  
  
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  Tagashon is a tall man, carrying upon trim shoulders an air of pride - arrogance, even. It's a subtle thing, not easy to see if one isn't well versed in reading bodies like a book. His flesh is as dark a blue as one can get without toeing the line over to violet, owing to his heritage of being born upon Csilla proper, and it's clearly immacutely cared for with some of the best hygienic products available on the galactic market. His height pairs well with a lean build, well suited for endurance and strength in the face of the vigors of military life.
  
  His scars are incredibly few, with the majority amounting to little more than remnants from the nicks and bumps one gets in an active, risk-taking childhood. The only one earned in war is a nasty burn blotch along his left calf from a past firefight, where a blaster bolt had torn into his body. Most of these are hidden away by his uniform, save for a singular little nick along his left cheek bone - hardly anything to be noticed without a closer look.
  
  His mug can be (and often is) described as traditionally handsome, with nary even a five o'clock shadow to interrupt a smooth, mildly freckled face. His nose is rather 'average,' if one can consider such average, though there's a light bump outwards in his nose ridge where it'd once been broken. His cheekbones are relatively high up his face, adding a sharp sort of elegance to his façade that goes nigh-perfectly with his lean and tall build. He keeps his hair cut to just above his ear lobes in length, with a subtle sheen from various hair products to keep it combed back in place as he wishes.
  
  
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  Strengths:
  
  • Stuff: Naval Academic - Tagashon's military education and experience goes back many years as part of the Chiss defense fleet, even taking part in numerous minor skirmishes against pirates, warlords, and similar sorts; he's a natural with commanding warships into battle.
    
    Natural Linguist - He has expressed an ease with learning alien languages that many similarly-aged adults might lack (without enhancement in the Force, of course), lending him a one-up in being able to speak with a species on a more comfortable level, should he be given time to learn said language.
    
    CQC Training - Naturally, Tagashon has trained extensively in the use of small firearms, small bladed weapons, and various forms of hand-operated explosives (with heavy AT weaponry being unincluded) for use in a close quarters battle. He should be able to hold off against even superior opponents until back-up arrives, with some luck.
    
    Braveheart - In spite of his arrogant and wrathful nature, he's far from villainous. Indeed, he'll happily sacrifice greatly for the greater good, be that putting himself in the line of danger frequently or putting aside a chance at victory to save as many allies and innocents as he possibly can.
  
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  • Stuff: Wrath - He's a fiery one, quick to embrace wrath and slow to forgive. Should he be angered enough, he's bound to make a rash action, be it anything from as simple as mouthing off to someone of respected office to chasing a foolhardy plan, or even falling as low as his enemies in the heinous crimes he'll enact on the field of battle accorded to his bloody-handed ideals of 'justice.'
    
    Arrogance - This often goes hand-in-hand with his wrath to painful results; he believes himself to often be right, often to a fault, and that his plan will SURELY be the right one. This can, on occasion, lead to underestimations and some tactical inflexibility.
    
    Force Insensitive - Perhaps one of his greatest weaknesses on the modern galactic battlefield is one simple, immutable fact; he has no potential to be trained in any of the Force arts, lending him a grave weakness against hostile Force users that can, in the long run, only be partially covered with modern technology. Technology can and will fail at some point; the Force very, very rarely does anything but excel.
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  Armor Weapons Transport/s Naval Command Misc.

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    UL-13 "Corporis" Skin Suit with mounted Vishnu military shield.
    REC-CV/01 Tactical Visor, starship model
    MV-18 "Force" Class Vambraces
    
    
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    REC-DC/04 Particle Blaster Pistol, "Feverwasp" pattern
    C-11 "Nastirci" Combat Knife
    
    
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    N/A, aside from typical military or public transportation services.
    
    
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    GADF 1st Carrier Strike Group
    
    
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    HH-78 Huckleberry Holster
    
    
  
  
  
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  1. Cormitting To Helping Others - GA Dominion of Cormit/Ornfra Hex - Completed. The Cormit-Ornfra region have their various issues solved amidst mild fleet action against the Maw, with the region gently being brought into the fold of the Galactic Alliance.