Full name: Krimar Rangtait
Nicknames: EZ-64/8854 - Trooper Serial Number
Faction: Core Imperial Federation
Species: Human (Coruscanti)
Age: 27
Occupation: Coruscant Guard, Federation Trooper
Rank: Trooper/Private
Birth place: Coruscant
Height: 6’0”
Weight: 185
Force Sensitive: Nope
Skin: Beige
Hair: Brown
Hairstyle: Short-Medium length. Well within Imperial regulation of course.
Eyes: Green
Appearance: Always seen wearing glasses when out of his trooper armor. This boi has terrible eyesight. Luckily the vision correcting sensors within the trooper helmet spares him from trying to jam a helmet on over those spectacles. It is hard to SEE much of a point in that. Beyond that Krimar is exceptionally ordinary. No taller or shorter than your average Coruscanti with the dialect to match it, albeit with the telltale slang of the lower levels.
Strengths:
+/- Loyal to a fault: To both his brothers and sisters in arms as well as the Federation. Leave a man behind? Never! Ever betray the trust the Federation has placed in him as a member of the Coruscant Guard? Never! Ever leave the last piece of cake for someone else to eat, causing them far too many empty calories in the long run? You know the answer.
+/- Playing the Long Game: Krimar is as patient as they come. He sure isn’t one to leap onto an opportunity the moment it arises. He’ll wait for that opportunity to ripen to its full potential. The flipside of this is that he is on the indecisive side.
Weaknesses:
-Chatterbox: Don’t get him talking. About anything. Really. You’ll never hear the end about the obscure facts he’d seen on some Holovid or read on the Holonet. Your very peace and quiet are at stake!
-Where’d My Credits Go?: Cautious planning and patience govern him up until it comes to finances. Going from living in poverty to having access to a generous sum, in his opinion, of credits has proven he’s very liberal with spending.
Biography:
Born and raised on level three thousand and seventy four, his life was a far shot from a banquet of either wholesomeness nor opportunity. Living to adulthood with the certificate of basic education could be seen as an accomplishment itself. Avoiding being wrapped up in the criminal underworld of the planet to earn quick credits was another feat in itself. Sure, that isn’t to say there wasn’t family for support. He’d even been given a place at his Father’s scrapyard to keep him out of trouble after the rudimentary levels of his education.
Higher education wasn’t an option for many below the higher levels after all. If someone who could see the blue of the sky could be crippled by the debts incurred from attending one of the universities on Coruscant, a sub dweller such as him had no chance. But that was the reality of Coruscant; life below level five thousand on the metropolitan planet left few paths available for the impoverished.
Fortunately one of these paths available to any and all within their abilities was the Imperial Federation. Three meals a day. A living salary. Even the opportunity to make the world a better place.. These were more than enough reasons to convince Krimar to enlist for the Imperial Defense Forces. What reason could there be for this and not the Stormtrooper Corps? The enlistment bonus of course! The bonus aimed at those volunteering for the Coruscant Guard, due to the rigors of the training and high washout rate. Not to mention the pride he’d feel when wearing the crimson and white of the forces protecting the metropolitan world. But more importantly that bonus. Cha-ching.