The Admiralty
“Trust me.”
ALIAS: DALAN VAINE
SPECIES: TRANDOSHAN
AGE: ADULT
GENDER: MALE
HEIGHT: 2.1 METERS
WEIGHT: 120 KILOGRAMS
EYES: BLACK
SCALES: SANDY AMBER
FORCE SENSITIVE: YES
CORPORATION: CZERKA
EMPLOYMENT: WASTE DISPOSER
STRENGTHS:
[ TRANDOSHAN ] - They might not be popular, but they got a few things going for them.
WEAKNESSES:
[ COWARDICE ] - Dalan really doesn’t enjoy straight-up fighting and will do a lot to get himself out of it.
[ EX-CON ] - Served jail time in a lot of prisons. Lots of enemies, lots of menial work in his prospects.
[ CLUMSY ] - Claws instead of hands make it difficult to do anything outside of combat.
BIOGRAPHY:
In and out of jail, that was one way to describe the ways of the Trandoshan.
Always looking for a fix, a game, a way to con the system and get himself a buck. But more often than not he found himself on the wrong side of the equation anyway - either he’d get betrayed, cowardice would get the better of him or his plan wasn’t as smart as he thought it would be. Vaine isn’t his first name and as far as he’s concerned it won’t be his last either.
A saurian gotta do what a saurian’s gotta do though, if he wants to survive in a Galaxy such as this one. Especially when you got a black mark on you in Hutt Space, the Tionese families got a bounty or two on you and the Core Worlds have a standing order for execution.
But Dalan isn’t the one to let a little bit of bad luck stand in his way to fortune.
Recently he started working within the waste disposal department of Czerka’s branch on Nar Shaddaa. Just a quick fix, of course, wouldn’t be long before an opportunity would hit him straight in the face and the money would start flowing from the skies.
Just a matter of time.
Vaine knew it, felt it scratch at his tail…
At least he hoped it was opportunity scratching and not something entirely else.
