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Denon Senator Team
Team Lead: Ficus Lauht
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Height: 5'1"
Species: Human
Background: Born to a poor family on a backwater world at the edge of the Republic, Lauht knew nothing but hardship growing up. The eldest of 11 brothers and sisters (his family was part of a religious sect that didn't believe in contraception), he was expected to pull his weight from an early age. He excelled at farm work, but found it exceedingly boring so, when he was of age, he enlisted in the Republic Marines. His parents weren't thrilled, but the checks he sent back home every month were a blessing, and they quickly forgave him. Taking care of his brothers and sisters taught him leadership, and he quickly rose through the ranks, accepting a commission as a Lieutenant early in his career. His appreciation for hard work and ability to take care of his troops earned him the respect of his superiors and the admiration of those under his command. He reached the rank of Captain, and was due for promotion to Major, but decided to transfer to the Senate Guard when he realized that taking the promotion would require taking a position as a staff officer.
Lauht is serious and thorough, perhaps the textbook definition of "straight laced." Deeply religious, though exactly what religion he subscribes to he never says, he refuses to partake of alcohol or other intoxicants, and only uses stimulants under the direst of circumstances. Despite his reputation for being by the book and his efficacy in combat, he's a surprisingly gentle man, and universally respected. His team tends to look at him as a father figure, and he's always willing to lend an ear and offer sage advice. He rarely has to discipline those under his command; his troops perform to the utmost of their ability because the mere thought of disappointing the Old Man is enough to bring even the wiliest of troublemakers into line.
Assistant Team Lead: Lahara Nome
Age: 33
Gender: Female
Height: 5'3"
Species: Human
Background: Nome was born to an upper middle class family from an intensely urban world. From an early age, she earned a reputation for being something of a spoiled brat, and worse, had the charm and charisma to get other children to cater to her insane whims. Her parents doted on her, but her teachers came to loath her for her manipulative ways. It didn't help that puberty hit her like a runaway speeder truck. Almost overnight she transformed from an adorable little terror to a beautiful little terror. Her life changed forever when a terrorist attack killed her parents. When the official investigation discovered that the attackers were Sith sympathizers, she decided to turn her talent towards killing as many of them as possible. She managed to get her official records altered through less than savory means to make it look like she was old enough to enlist, and joined the Republic Navy. Despite her diminutive stature, she trained in gunnery on capital ships, where she discovered that her talent for manipulating others was perfectly suited towards advancing her military career. In ten years, she was a senior noncommissioned officer, and the gun crews under her command were always among the highest rated on the ship. She never quite abandoned her childhood tendencies to work the system to her advantage, however, and a particular scheme backfired. Her commander quietly recommended that she transfer to the Senate Guard, where her leadership skills would come in handy and her reputation wouldn't follow.
Despite approaching her mid thirties, Nome doesn't look a day over 18, and she knows it. Since she's no longer in the Navy, she can get away with frequenting Navy bars off duty, and can usually be found putting some poor lad through the ringer. She finally learned her lesson about separating work from her hobbies, to the point that, in the Senate Guard, she has a reputation for being a cold fish, though she has relaxed somewhat around her team. Her temper is still as frightful as ever, and she and Lauht work well together as a leadership team because of it. In those rare instances where the troops' respect for him fails to instill discipline, their fear of her usually does the trick. She harbors a soft spot for him, but would never let him know, and doesn't let it get in the way of duty.
Medic: Sephiria "Angel" Tolotness
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Height: 5'9"
Species: Twi'lek
Background: Tolotness was, like many of her race, born into slavery to a Hutt gang. Her mother was a renowned beauty. She never knew her father, and if her mother knew his identity, she never said. She lived the first ten years of her life in servitude, quietly fearing the day when her master would call her to serve more than drinks. A Republic raid freed her and her mother from the Hutt's grasp. She never forgot the sense of awe she felt when those armored men and women burst into the compound, and at the the age of 18, enlisted in the Republic Army. Her brilliant mind and soothing demeanor made her a perfect candidate for medic. The men and women under her care took to calling her Angel. Her beautiful appearance and near miraculous skill at healing were the stuff of legend, and many a trooper attributed surviving what should have been a fatal wound to her charming Death himself on their behalf. However, the constant grind of the war against the One Sith began to take its toll, and while she put on a strong face in public, in private she was a wreck. Fearing the effect it would have on morale if the troops were to find out how badly she was suffering, her commanders recommended her to the Senate Guard as a way of giving her a break without letting her know they were taking pity. The transfer turned out to be a smart move, and Angel has conquered most of her inner demons.
In order to insulate herself from the pain of loss, Angel has become distant and remote. Professionally she's the same as always, ready to patch up the most grievous of injuries with a beatific smile. Off duty, she mostly stays home and reads, though she can occasionally be enticed to spend a night on the town with her teammates. Her reputation as a miracle worker is not entirely legend. Testing has shown a powerful latent Force sensitivity. Had she not been born into slavery, the Jedi Order might have trained her. As it is, she's considered too old and too damaged to be a candidate for Jedi training, but she doesn't mind. Her instinctive ability to make damaged flesh knit back together has saved hundreds of lives over the years, and will continue to do so for many more.
Forensics Specialist: Mathin "Hellhound" Romet
Age: 47
Gender: Male
Height: 6'4"
Species: Devaronian
Background: Romet grew up as a street orphan in the Coruscant undercity. He was always a loner, capable of taking care of himself, but never willing to involve himself with others unless absolutely necessary. However, he had a deep and abiding sense of justice, even from a young age, and would often interfere on the behalf of wronged parties in the inevitable disputes that popped up among his fellow urchins. His reputation for being fair and his unfailing ability to get to the bottom of a problem, combined with his unerring pursuit of wrongdoers, earned him the nickname Hellhound by the time he was twelve. Local law enforcement officers quickly took a liking to him, and an old detective adopted him off the street when he was 15. His adoptive father got him interested in police work and, after cramming for three years to receive the necessary education, he joined the Coruscanti police. He served with distinction for over 20 years, until the One Sith took the planet. Rather than stay under their thumb, he escaped offworld. Unable to find a job in law enforcement that would have been worthy of his skill and experience, he instead took a job with the Senate Guard, and is to date the oldest candidate ever to make it through training.
The Hellhound is still something of a loner. He doesn't form social bonds easily, though he and Angel have been known to spend a night together from time to time. They don't sleep together, but rather, they enjoy the experience of being alone in the presence of another. Neither of them wants a romantic relationship, though that hasn't stopped their teammates, Nome in particular, from trying to convince them to hook up. Professionally, he is still every inch the Hellhound, and despite his age, can smell an ambush from a mile away. His ability to read a room has served the team well on many occasions, and when that fails, being the size of house with over two decades experience thumping miscreants makes for an effective backup.
Weapons Specialist: Antoy Miliuese
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Height: 6'2"
Species: Human
Background: Miliuese had every intention of being a career Marine. His father was a Marine Sergeant Major. His grandfather was a Marine Colonel. His great grandfather died as a Sergeant in the Marines. His great great grandfather retired as a Marine First Sergeant. For over 300 years, his family served in the Marine Corps of the Republic and its forerunners. So naturally, he enlisted the day he turned 18, and set off to continue the tradition. For the better part of a decade, he succeeded spectacularly. His size and unflappable demeanor made him a natural choice for machine gunner. His bellowing voice and commanding presence made him a natural leader. He rose to the rank of Staff Sergeant in record time, and was well on his way to becoming a Gunnery Sergeant when disaster struck. His platoon's new LT was a bumbling fool of a man, but one whose family had deep pockets and lots of political power. The LT's stint with the Marines was meant to be a stepping stone for a career as a politician, as military service always gave one a leg up in elections. However, he was an incompetent, selfish man, who frequently made mistakes and harshly punished his troops for them. One day, in the middle of an important battle, the LT gave an order that would have gotten the platoon killed and severely harmed the chances of victory for the Republic. Rather than sacrifice his men for nothing, Miliuese shot him down. The investigation cleared him of wrongdoing, but his career as a Marine was over. The LT's family saw to that. Rather than languish away in the civilian sector, he decided to try his luck with the Senate Guard, who were all too happy to have him.
Miliuese is an unabashed drinker off duty. Recreational drinking was a must in the Corps, and it was yet another thing he excelled at. Like all the best NCOs, he was perfectly capable of drinking his entire platoon under the table and showing up for work the next day bright eyed and bushy tailed, and could easily lead a 10 mile run that morning. To this day he still can't sleep without consuming copious amounts of whiskey, though no one could ever claim to have seen him drunk. His ability to keep up with Nome while drinking has made them fast friends, though they're careful not to cross the line, since she outranks him in the Guard. His ability to hit any target within the operational range of any weapon you care to name has made him an invaluable asset to the team, and he can be relied upon to deftly apply just the right amount of brute force to get them out of a tight spot.
