Roger Kranos
Flower Man
Roger Kranos (Billionaire Entrepreneur Extraordinaire)
NAME: Roger Kranos (goes by Kranos)
FACTION:
RANK: Eccentric Crime Boss
SPECIES: Epicanthix
AGE:
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'0"
WEIGHT:
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Brown
SKIN: Tan
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES :
Strengths:
[+] Extremely Intelligent: Good with numbers and books, capable of manifesting an endless supply of revenue, most times illegally.
[+] Highly resistant to drugs and alcohol: Despite this, he's constantly under the influence of either/both.
[+] Immune to Mind Tricks: Something he uses to his advantage when dealing with force users
[+] Kind of a
[+] Combative: Compared to his former life, time on Nadir has taught him the value of at least trying to be imposing. When the time calls for it and no one is around, he is capable of handling a fight.
Weaknesses:
[-] Uberman Sleep Cycle: Kranos sleeps roughly 2 hours per day, in 20 minute intervals. This causes him to be somewhat eccentric, even leading to falling asleep for randomly no reason. As well as taking on unusual habits.
[-] Drug Abuse: He is a fan of numerous things, drugs are at the top of his list, especially those that assist him in increasing productivity. Comes off as extremely strung out.
[-] Arrogance: Considers himself more clever than he actually is, believes himself to be the true apex bad predator in a world of villains.
[-] Appetite: He has a thrill seeking nature, often putting him in circumstances that are beyond his comprehension. But due to his other listed issues, he'll never be in the proper state of mind to accept it.
APPEARANCE:
Kranos stands at 6' and has a relatively lean but muscular build. Despite his life of decadence, his constant abuse of drugs allows him to keep relatively fit. Along with not sleeping all too much. With various piercings, he can be seen wearing anything from nothing but pants all the way to track suits. Long black hair, often tied up, and a long black and gray beard that appears oddly kept despite it's length. Kranos has piercing blue eyes, like flecks of ice, that contrast deeply with his black hair
BIOGRAPHY (During One Sith Reign):
Born and raised in the Underworld of Coruscant, Kranos has lived and thrived with the capacity to manipulate others into doing what he needs of them. All of his life, he has spent his time either swindling the cops, running from them, or screwing them over - and what better place than Coruscant.
Kranos started his life as a rounds officer and bookie, helping keep bets for the upper bosses of the various syndicates in the Underworld. As he worked and progressed, the bosses recognized his use and talent with drugs, not only in distribution but in discerning quality of the goods. They put this to good use as Kranos was eventually put in charge of organizational manufacturing, shipment, and quality assurance for the drug black market. It was during this time that he developed a capacity for laundering money, cooking books, and running what was essentially a massive global economy based around skirting the local police precincts.
After a coup and change in leadership, he had garnered enough favor with the local dealers to have a massive network of dealership that revolved around various activities. All of which led back to either drug sales or black market sales of illegal goods. Humans, Aliens, Human/Alien bits, guns, artifacts, or money laundering - the sky is the limit and there is nowhere to go but up - especially when you start in the underworld.
And just as things are getting good, the Sith decide they want to dive into the black market indirectly...and Kranos is approached for his special talents and capacities for moving product(s). Looks like things really are looking up and a good thing too, as Kranos has nothing but scorn for those aligned towards good intentions. Consider it a natural inclination.
BIOGRAPHY (Current)
Nadir wasn’t what he expected, but then again nothing really ever was. Point Nadir, a station in space, a bastion of corruption and every thing a crime lord could ever want. Except it wasn’t. It was boring and business as usual, mob bosses left to their sandboxes and criminals vying for power, pulling from one another instead of the place where it should have been all along. The law, or at least some illusion of it. It was hard to get ahead when everyone was putting in the same pace…
Coruscant fell to the Galactic Alliance’s hands and that felt like the appropriate time get out. The nail in the coffin came in the outright destruction of his beautiful casino, toppling among the masses as the bombs went off and the shells hit the ground. Not that Kranos was there to see it but the Equalizers gave a succinct and non-informative tell of it. So Coruscant did a little bit of flip flopping over the years, moving from one alignment to another, and Kranos bid his time beneath the heel of various overlords. He found that when everyone had the force, or the forces, then no one did.
Once an opportunity presented itself, Kranos wasn’t one to let it slip on by - despite whatever drug induced stupor he might have been experiencing at the time. Packing up his various wares, including everything necessary to give the Coruscant Flower and Funeral Company the appropriate restart that it needed, he acquired himself a proper vehicle and proper contingent of hopeless romantics to return to the breeding ground where they thrived.
Much to his dismay, his return to the Underworld of Coruscant wasn’t the ticker day parade he thought it would be. No confetti, no brass trumpets, not a single gunshot or resounding spritz of glitter. But what Nadir had in grime and grease, the Underworld had that and the neon lights. That harsh amalgam, the transition of the digital and analog world. Once the condenser rains cleared, he could hear the muck and cogs splash against themselves. It was enough to make the man stop and smell the dead roses, but he had work to do and precious little time.
All assets of the CFFC were seized by the gangs that filled his void, cut up and split apart like some galactic chop shop. That wouldn’t do and neither would this gesture of return, absent any showy fruits and flowers. Resolved to make a quiet splash, he and his crew used the experienced gained from Nadir to began a slow incision into the world they left. Not too big…
But big enough to sticks his hands in and rip wide open. He just needed to bide his time, once more, and find the appropriate spot and gang. But of all the attributes Kranos claimed, patience wasn't one he endured with grace.
SHIP:
Some
KILLS:
Some more
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
Eww
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ROLE-PLAYS:
-Here and there...
