Character Chanter 'Kalos' Straye

[Chanter Straye]

Name: Chanter ‘Kalos’ Straye
Race: Lopar
Age: 30
Gender: Male

Height: 6’8”
Weight: 300lbs
Eye Color: Black
Hair Color: Black
Complexion: Honey and Cream

Force Sensitive: Yes
Faction: None
Rank: N/A​

Description:
Chanter has little to no fashion sense what so ever. He dresses to put clothes on his body and unless he is forced to wear a uniform or needs demand armor. He gives not a single care as long as it is cheap, comfortable and clean.

Strengths and negatives:
The nose knows. To say he can sniff out a lie is an understatement. His nose has served many a boss and when he wasn’t on a job, he was also a convenient lie detector.

Patient, very patient. It is actually pretty difficult to get personal enough for him to get angry. Annoyance is far easier to accomplish than getting an anger reaction. On top of it he is unruffled by being made to wait, he usually takes that opportunity to take a nap as he gets sleepy when bored.

Nimble fingers. Chanter might be inclined to a life of working on the side of angels, but his hands can and will take things that don’t belong to him if he wants to badly enough. Part of it is keeping the skill in practice, but if he is low on cash he has no objections to stealing to fill his belly or pay rent.

Sarcasm is strong in this one. Many a boss has not been pleased with his remarks. In fact, give him a dumb question or order and you are likely to be displeased. This trait has more often than not been a great bane of his existence, you’d think he’d learn his lesson...

Bad Sense of Direction. This is a man who can walk across a great distance to find a place with a great food smell he must have, but send him to the store for milk at breakfast and he returns with a bag of meat, a box of kittens and somehow a party hat just in time for dinner. The man can't make heads or tails of a map, but damn he knows the best places for grub.

Background:
Cast to the streets on Coruscant by a father that wanted nothing for the son who took after his mother, Chanter found himself finding trouble at eight years old. He bounced from one gang to another, digging a hole so deep he could scarcely remember a time in his life he wasn’t dirty.

At fourteen he finally got off the metropolis devoured rock and started to work for one of the major cartels that ran around in that area. It wasn’t until he ran afoul of the worst kind of trouble. He got involved with a woman. At twenty five he became one of his boss’ inner circle. He was known for having a keen nose and heavy punch. As a result he came under watch for the local ‘government’ and Therese was the perfect bait. The problem was, he was incredibly loyal, making him a tough nut to crack.

When the time came instead of using him, they went with another, but he was still implicated and one didn’t just walk away when your reputation was stained. He had two choices, spend the rest of his life running or join the Republic. He joined under the intelligence corps. The life of a spy was no less dangerous, but for the first time in his life he was getting filthy for a purpose, not just because of circumstance.

His mission was mainly to sniff out various underground factions and simply worm his way in. His last mission however was to infiltrate the cartel on Nar Shadda. Unfortunately when he was caught, his luck ran out. He was stuffed in carbonite and stashed in a facility where the slug who caught him kept all his trophies. He was left there to rot for the whole sector at the time ended up being like a kicked hive because of internal squabbles and just when he could have been rescued, something changed.

Unknown to him was war had come and the one who owned the facility died, leaving the whole stash of collected enemies in the dark for countless years or so he thinks...