CORPSEC INTERROGATION FILE #235
NAME: Dex Jusior
PERMISSIONS: Agrilat-series Modular Conveyor
ALLEGIANCE: Subject holds no allegiance to any major faction or group. "Only myself," he says.
PROFESSION: GUN FOR HIRE/CRIMINAL
SPECIES: HUMAN
AGE: 50
SEX: MALE
HEIGHT: Subject is average height for human male, 6 foot 5.
WEIGHT: 250 pounds
EYES: Hazel eye color
HAIR: Gray hair
SKIN: White
Voice Profile: Sample
FORCE SENSITIVITY: Subject has shown no signs of force sensitivity.
STRENGTHS:
[+] Subject has shown extreme proficiency in the use of blasters and similar weapons.
[+] Subject has been shown on multiple occasions to be a master of manipulation, research showing that he connived the leader of the infamous outlaw gang "The Colters" into breaking the gang apart by undertaking several dangerous heists, and eroding his trust in his most loyal lieutenants, before killing him to take the bounty placed on his head.
WEAKNESSES:
[-] Subject is incredibly lacking when it comes to melee combat. Unable to beat even Cadet Orin in a sparring match that he took place in.
[-] Subject has shown perceptible amounts of greed. He often wants the most or all of the credits to himself, which can get him into serious trouble.
[-] Subject is incredibly abrasive and brash, rubbing many of his fellows right the wrong way on assignments.
APPEARANCE:
Subject is average height for a male, and is of skinny build. Subject has a wrinkled face with prominent bags and crows feet on either end of his eyes. He has large forehead wrinkles, and sunken cheeks, a large nasal fold stretches from his nose to his cheeks. He has gray, slicked forward hair, and large bushy eyebrows, and a square shaped face. He also has a large, rounded chin.
BIOGRAPHY:
S = Dex
I = Interrogator
[recording begins, sound of tape clicking on]
I: This is Interrogator Maywoather of the CorpSec Information Department. Interviewing suspect. Please state your name for the record.
S: Sure thing, fishface. My name is Dex Jusior. That's all you need to know.
I: Actually, we want to know more than that. We want you to tell your own life story, so we may build an accurate file of you.
S: Fine. I was born on Corellia, 50 years ago. My father was a criminal, he was wanted in six counties by the time I was age 6. I had a brother. He ran away. Off to life with his wife and children, what a boring life that must be. [chuckles] My father instilled a very important lesson in me when I was young. Look out for number one. Nothing else matters.
I: Ok. What can you tell us about your time in the Colters gang?
S: Not much to tell. I just iced the bastard leading those fools during some bank robbery, and I collected the credits. Simple as that.
I: We need more details.
S: What? You making a goddamned autobiography? I thought this was supposed to be a police interrogation, not a holobook signing. [Subject sighs deeply, and pauses for a moment.]
Fine, I'll tell you. I got the leader's ear, told him to take a bunch of unnecessary risks, turned him against the people he trusted most. Then, when he least expected it? BAM! [Subject slams his hands on table]
Just like that. Two in the back of the bastard's head. [Subject clicks his tongue twice] Turned in his corpse, got paid. Bounty was dead or alive...
I: I see. What can you tell us of your life after that? According to our research, the Colters split apart 20 years ago, that's a long time.
S: You're right, it is. I've been taking odd jobs, getting as many credits as I can. People come to me for my experience, not the other way around. Bank robberies, assassinations, guarding a dictator, you name it, I've done it.
I've had to ensure that the amount of credits I got were the most I could sometimes,
and I've betrayed a few people. Dumb bastards never see it coming. One time, I was with two assholes robbin' some bank. We was gonna split the money, they said.
The look on their faces juuuust as they were about to hop in the getaway vehicle and I pulled out my blaster and popped them both and pocketed the money? [Subject laughs] priceless.
I: And what led you to be captured by us?
S: You know what they say, all roads lead to hell an' that.
[Tape ends]
SHIP:
Subject is in possession of the Agrilat-series Modular Conveyor which he has nicknamed "Hauler". It bears no modifications from the standard Argilat-series Conveyor.
KILLS:
N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
ROLE-PLAYS:
NOT YET
NAME: Dex Jusior
PERMISSIONS: Agrilat-series Modular Conveyor
ALLEGIANCE: Subject holds no allegiance to any major faction or group. "Only myself," he says.
PROFESSION: GUN FOR HIRE/CRIMINAL
SPECIES: HUMAN
AGE: 50
SEX: MALE
HEIGHT: Subject is average height for human male, 6 foot 5.
WEIGHT: 250 pounds
EYES: Hazel eye color
HAIR: Gray hair
SKIN: White
Voice Profile: Sample
FORCE SENSITIVITY: Subject has shown no signs of force sensitivity.
STRENGTHS:
[+] Subject has shown extreme proficiency in the use of blasters and similar weapons.
[+] Subject has been shown on multiple occasions to be a master of manipulation, research showing that he connived the leader of the infamous outlaw gang "The Colters" into breaking the gang apart by undertaking several dangerous heists, and eroding his trust in his most loyal lieutenants, before killing him to take the bounty placed on his head.
WEAKNESSES:
[-] Subject is incredibly lacking when it comes to melee combat. Unable to beat even Cadet Orin in a sparring match that he took place in.
[-] Subject has shown perceptible amounts of greed. He often wants the most or all of the credits to himself, which can get him into serious trouble.
[-] Subject is incredibly abrasive and brash, rubbing many of his fellows right the wrong way on assignments.
APPEARANCE:
Subject is average height for a male, and is of skinny build. Subject has a wrinkled face with prominent bags and crows feet on either end of his eyes. He has large forehead wrinkles, and sunken cheeks, a large nasal fold stretches from his nose to his cheeks. He has gray, slicked forward hair, and large bushy eyebrows, and a square shaped face. He also has a large, rounded chin.
BIOGRAPHY:
S = Dex
I = Interrogator
[recording begins, sound of tape clicking on]
I: This is Interrogator Maywoather of the CorpSec Information Department. Interviewing suspect. Please state your name for the record.
S: Sure thing, fishface. My name is Dex Jusior. That's all you need to know.
I: Actually, we want to know more than that. We want you to tell your own life story, so we may build an accurate file of you.
S: Fine. I was born on Corellia, 50 years ago. My father was a criminal, he was wanted in six counties by the time I was age 6. I had a brother. He ran away. Off to life with his wife and children, what a boring life that must be. [chuckles] My father instilled a very important lesson in me when I was young. Look out for number one. Nothing else matters.
I: Ok. What can you tell us about your time in the Colters gang?
S: Not much to tell. I just iced the bastard leading those fools during some bank robbery, and I collected the credits. Simple as that.
I: We need more details.
S: What? You making a goddamned autobiography? I thought this was supposed to be a police interrogation, not a holobook signing. [Subject sighs deeply, and pauses for a moment.]
Fine, I'll tell you. I got the leader's ear, told him to take a bunch of unnecessary risks, turned him against the people he trusted most. Then, when he least expected it? BAM! [Subject slams his hands on table]
Just like that. Two in the back of the bastard's head. [Subject clicks his tongue twice] Turned in his corpse, got paid. Bounty was dead or alive...
I: I see. What can you tell us of your life after that? According to our research, the Colters split apart 20 years ago, that's a long time.
S: You're right, it is. I've been taking odd jobs, getting as many credits as I can. People come to me for my experience, not the other way around. Bank robberies, assassinations, guarding a dictator, you name it, I've done it.
I've had to ensure that the amount of credits I got were the most I could sometimes,
and I've betrayed a few people. Dumb bastards never see it coming. One time, I was with two assholes robbin' some bank. We was gonna split the money, they said.
The look on their faces juuuust as they were about to hop in the getaway vehicle and I pulled out my blaster and popped them both and pocketed the money? [Subject laughs] priceless.
I: And what led you to be captured by us?
S: You know what they say, all roads lead to hell an' that.
[Tape ends]
SHIP:
Subject is in possession of the Agrilat-series Modular Conveyor which he has nicknamed "Hauler". It bears no modifications from the standard Argilat-series Conveyor.
KILLS:
N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
ROLE-PLAYS:
NOT YET
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