Apocalypse Made Manifest
[= NAME =] Sayban Kole Kelbrech
[= FACTION =] The Sith Empire
[= RANK =] Plebeian
[= SPECIES =] Human
[= AGE =] Thirty-Three (33)
[= SEX =] Male
[= HEIGHT =] 6'1"
[= WEIGHT =] 215 lbs (97 kg)
[= EYES =] Green
[= HAIR =] Dirty Blonde/-/Brown
[= SKIN =] Pale/-/Caucasian
[= FORCE SENSITIVE =] No/-/Never been examined
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[= TRAITS =]
[+] High perception, Investigative - Symbols are the language by which society operates, the answers are in the details.
[+] Natural Leader - It takes a special breed to convince others to follow you to nigh certain death.
[=] Soft Spoken - Words should serve a purpose beyond filling the void of silence.
[=] Distrustful - An underworld upbringing is a catalyst to skepticism and distrust.
[=] 'Gunslinger' - An improviser who plans but isn't reluctant to abandon it to follow his gut, either to his detriment or glory.
[-] Disorganized - There isn't any method to the madness, though everything is kept to its place, even if strewn about.
[-] Reckless - Shoot first, ask questions later. Blaster bolts whizzing past your ear are just music when you've got a job to be done.
[= APPEARANCE =]
Sayben is a pale skinned man with an short, unkempt head of dirty blonde hair set above a pair of grass or toxic waste green, depending on who you ask. Physically he isn't a Davidian work but he is a man of athletic build, favoring strength only faintly over speed and elusiveness. Marring his skin are several laser and heat burns as well as a scattering of faint lacerations and scars all of which chapters in the tale of a man hailing from the far reaching underworld.
[= BIOGRAPHY =]
The tale of Sayben Kelbrech, at least leading up to now is one of obscure origin. He wasn't born to any purple veiled core-world such as Coruscant nor was he granted the leisure of a 'peaceful' rural upbringing on Dantoonine. Instead Sayben traces his origins to Terminus, a world on the farthest reaches of the Galaxy, a bustling commerce world within wild space it was refuge to scores of exotic and arcane alien races, all of which congealing into a planet which though was a channel for a great deal of commerce also harbored a harsh and lucrative underworld of trafficked black market goods. This was the environment within which Sayben was born into and raised. His family was of faint mention, his father jumping off world before he was born he was raised alone by his mother who lived just long enough to send Sayben into adulthood when she was murdered as a mere shard of collateral damage within a spout of ganger conflict.
It was after the last tether to his blood he had was severed that he enlisted to join Terminus's arbitration force. As an Arbitrator he was pulled through rigorous training which proved invaluable in the line of duty. Being a single young man of little wealth and nothing to lose he was often thrown to the flames ahead of his comrades, participating in nigh urban warfare between the high rising streets of Terminus to constantly combat the roaving gangs and syndicates which sought to vie for power and blackmarket capital as the planet's arbitrators drove a wedge between them. For over a decade this was Sayben's trade, rising well within the ranks before soon enough his tolerance for the disorder, chaos and squandered potential swelled to be unbearable and he managed himself off world to carve his own fate.
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