Niko Kel'tyr

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NAME: Niko Kel’tyr

FACTION: They who Pay

RANK: Soldier/Sniper/Commander

SPECIES: Near-human Cyborg

AGE: Prime

SEX: Male

HEIGHT: 188cm

BUILD: Warriors build; lean, flexible muscle

EYES: Blue

HAIR: Brown

SKIN: Fair

FORCE SENSITIVE: No

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ATTRIBUTES:
Battle Hardened: Niko has been through more battles than he cares to count, giving him the ability to be rock solid under duress. However, every battle leaves scars, and the mental ones rarely heal up as nicely as the physical ones.
Soldier, Through and Through: Niko is a Soldier. No matter what enhancements he gets, what he is wearing, or what he is holding in his hands, he is a soldier. He is familiar with ground tactics, and weapons from around the galaxy for both melee and ranged combat. However, he is not a pilot, he is not a naval commander, and he is not a forcer. He has next to know skills from that these types would have, and has no interest in gaining them.

BIOGRAPHY:
Niko grew up on a backwater planet on the edge of the Galactic Alliance claimed space and the Outer Rim Coalition. On his planet there were only really three options for living:

1. Become a farmer; agriculture was the planet’s number one export
2. Become a miner; the planet was the only habitable world in a system strewn with asteroid belts, making a far higher population living in the belts than on the planet.
3. Enlist and leave

Niko had grown up around the agriculture business. His elder siblings worked in the field in one way or another, and the family farm was overrun with them and their children by the time Niko got to the age of majority. Suffice it to say, he wanted no part of farming, and wanted to get away from his family for a bit. Mining was the easier option, but that was a complicated prospect. Miners and farmers rarely got along. It was a stupid feud that no one knew the start to, but that no one seemed willing to end. If Niko went to be a miner, he’d likely never get to see his family again, such were the feelings.
That left enlisting. So, on the day he gained his majority, he showed up at the Alliance enlistment office and signed up. What followed was the harrowing tale of a farmer boy turned soldier trying to make his way. He excelled at his work, as growing up a farmer didn’t leave much time for shirking. It was only a few years before he was tapped for special training in field reconnaissance and sniper school. He and the teams he was assigned to would go out for missions, and return to whatever base they were deploying from. Missions would go well or they would go poorly, as is always so. At the end of the day it was a job.
Then the light fell. The Alliance was torn down. The exact reasons were both myriad and arcane, and Niko found himself dirtside on his planet, his armor and weapons on him, but the icons of the Alliance held little sway anymore, in a galaxy seemingly split between the First Order and the Sith Empire.