Forse Dirum
Exile
Forse Dirum
Age: 50 (physically)
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 1.8 m
Weight: 113.3981 kg
Force Sensitive: No.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Forse is rarely seen without his durasteel armor, patterned after the ancient Stormtrooper Corps and camouflaged in gray tones. When not wearing his armor, he keeps a full beard. His remaining eye is blue, and he wears an eyepatch over his right eye. When aboard his personal shuttle, Forse usually wears simple, olive-drab cargo/tactical pants and a similarly colored long-sleeved sweater to protect against the cold that comes with space travel.
INVENTORY
Durasteel Armor (w/ attached jump jets)
Modified E-11 Blaster Rifle (greater charge pack efficiency, collapsible stock)
Blaster Pistol
Knife
Monocular
PERSONALITY AND BELIEFS
Forse Dirum is a soldier at heart but cannot relinquish his past service in an Imperial Remnant along the Outer Rim. His loyalty to this dead faction causes him to be a loner who sees the current crop of Imperial factions as pretenders to a long-vacant throne with no hope of resurrection. He deeply distrusts Force-users, believing them all to be self-serving charlatans who push false propaganda on the galaxy to attain their selfish goals.
STRENGTHS
Small Unit Tactics
CQB
Familiar with most small arms
Military Leadership
Guerilla Warfare
WEAKNESSES
50-year-old human physiology
impaired depth perception
tabacc and caf addiction
HISTORY
Forse Dirum's personnel file was lost to history when the capital of an Imperial Remnant was leveled by an orbital bombardment coming down upon it like the wrath of an angry God. The enemy Star Destroyers made quick work of the fledgling Navy that sought to be the vanguard of a New Empire. Unfortunately for the man Forse called "Emperor," that dream of a better empire would perish, along with the vast majority of his military and the "Emperor" himself. Forse managed to escape the carnage aboard his personal Lambda-class Imperial Shuttle, Longbow. A Colonel in the Imperial Army, Forse commanded one corps of a combined stormtrooper and regular army battalion. When the enemy came, the barracks were the first to go up in a blaze of hellfire coming down from above. The only thing that saved Forse's life was his required presence at a briefing in the hidden bunker beneath the Emperor's Palace. When the bombardment began, each man in the meeting knew what he had to do: they had to erase any data they possessed and scatter to the far edges of the galaxy. This was the worst-case scenario. Later, Forse would learn that the entire debacle had been made possible by the traitorous actions of a mid-level analyst who had been paid a substantial amount of credits—credits that ultimately didn't save him when Forse came for him.
That first assassination, and liberation of credits from his target, began Forse's bounty hunting/mercenary career. He began to take mid-level jobs that were a step above personal security and VIP protection. Often, he would be embedded with a group of rebels on a long-ignored planet on the Outer Rim, helping whatever indig force fight whatever they happened to be oppressed by that week. Other times, he would be tasked with removing a troublesome senator from this planet or that. He managed to keep himself under the radar while making himself a modest living. The only thing that kept him going was War. And he waged it for nearly anyone would pay him. Despite his laissez-faire attitude when it came to accepting jobs, Forse never made any deals with Hutt Cartels or any other slave trafficking organizations. This kept him from reaching the heights of other hired guns in his profession, but he preferred it that way.
One peculiar trait kept Forse a distinguished member of the bounty hunting community in certain circles. He never seemed to age. No one could really tell how old the guy was. They'd post a job, he'd complete it, and that was that. Those with the fortune of seeing Forse's face, saw that he seemed to be frozen in time. Anyone who tried to put these pieces together and try to come up with some sort of guess on how old Forse was found themselves the subject of ridicule. He couldn't possibly be as old as the evidence whispered, could he?