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Nar Shaddaa
24
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Nar Shaddaa
24
Physical Description
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Human
Male
6'3"
395 Pounds
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Gender
Height
Mass
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Human
Male
6'3"
395 Pounds
Black
Brown
Dark Brown
Misc. Information
Affiliation(s):
Hutt Cartel
Profession:
SLUM LORD
Spice/Narcotic Trafficker
Rapper/Songwriter
Certified OG of the Space-Hop Genre
Hutt Cartel
Profession:
SLUM LORD
Spice/Narcotic Trafficker
Rapper/Songwriter
Certified OG of the Space-Hop Genre
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Biggs "Notorious" Latore
Excerpt · The Ten Spice Commandments · Personality · Equipment
Holo Recording #1:
"Check it, I ain't about living this bullshit Nar Shaddaa trash life. I've survived it, now I'm going to own that shit, know what I'm saying? I'm sicker than your average, Big Papa Biggs coming at'cha with something that's gonna put these posers to shame. Gonna fill me and my bro's pockets with bread and I don't give a kriff who we got to put holes in to do it. Me and my little big bro Puff gonna make something of ourselves. We're the real deal, homie. Whether that means I gotta do it with a microphone or a piece I don't give a kriff. All we want is this moon and everything on it."
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▵The Ten Spice Commandments
I've been in this game for years, it's made me an animal. There's rules to this shit, I wrote me a manual. A step-by-step booklet for you to get to know me, Biggs 'Notorious' Latore. This the Ten Spice Commandments.
Number 1: Never Trust Nobody, Your own Pop's will set you up and Kriff you and your peeps up.
I grew up in a pretty shitty area, kind of projects normal fools speed past know what I'm saying? Was born to my mama Volette Brendais Latore. Beautiful name for a beautiful woman, man. Poor beautiful woman that got played by a smuggling type piece of shit. You know that type, call themselves a 'Fixer' but really mean 'unemployed and junkie', know what I'm saying? He did my moms bad, knocked her up with me and bounced.
Grew up without a pops, with a moms that was working 14 hour days. Made me grow up fast. 'Specially on my street. Was rough living out there as a kid who just wanted to have fun, video games, music, you name it I was into that shit. My moms was damn good to a little bastard like me. She might have worked a lot but she always looked out after me. It's a damn shame I never got the chance to look after her.
Never Trust Nobody that don't deserve it. I had two peeps like that in my life. My moms, hope you're resting good ma. And my brother, Reed.
'Member that nerf herder of a pops I have? Well that busta ruined another good woman's life but he did one thing good. He helped make my brother, Serreed "Puff Daddy" Combo.
Number 2: Run them Streets, Don't show no Schuttas you Weak.
I met my little big bro when I was 9. Reed is 4 years older than me but you wouldn't think that. Ever since we were kids I was the strong, big one. He's a lot quicker and business minded. I get shit done and bust anyone's head that gets up in our way. It works, we a good team. We started running with a group of kids and Reed quickly got them all together and put them to work. Didn't know at the time but we started a gang and did the only thing little kids on this rock are able to do: survive.
Soon we didn't need them kids no more and became a dynamic duo, two motherkriffers taking over the streets together. Even though we were just little teens then that relationship has carried on today. We lied, cheated and stole. I broke faces, Reed did too. It's all good though, it was them or us.
We did some kriffed up stuff. The moral of this story is don't let them see you're weak. Even if you think what you're doing is wrong: do it. If it means protecting your fam and it's them or you always pick them. Don't be weak. Even when your moms dies because of some rival cartel drive by. Don't show them your weak.
Number 3: The Cartel is for survival, you see the chance you become they rival.
Never be satisfied with being the Hutt's schutta. Me and my brother Reed joined up with the Cartel once we started making a name for ourselves. We've never left but the higher we get the more we realize we can do this shit on our own. The Hutts are a bad enemy to have though so we stay cool. We make them money, they help us make more. It'll work for now but if you ever see the shot, move up. Move up and take over. Fat bastards.
Number 4: I know you heard this one before, 'Never Get High on Your Own Supply'
Selling spice is what we do, me and my brother been doing it for years. One thing we learned quick is never dip into your own stash. If you party make sure you doing that from someone else's stash. Otherwise yo ass is grass, know what I'm saying? You gonna keep dipping back until all your profits are up yo nose or worse.
Number 5: Never sell no Spice where you Rest at.
Even if they want an ounce, tell em' bounce.
Number 6: Be ready to Duck and Cover, you never know what the 5-0 is gonna discover.
This life of being a criminal has made me and my brother wise to the way the police work. We know the risks that come with being bosses, we know how to transport several kilos of spice without getting caught. We know how to take money right out from under your nose. We can be smiling in your face and you'll thank us for taking your cash.
What I'm saying is we're going out for the loot. You should be too. That means have something to fall back on to so the police don't know what you up to.
Number 7: Don't just take over the Spice Game, keep grinding and aim for fame.
Me and Reed been making bread for years now. We know the streets, we know the game. Now we needed a new one. Going back to Number 6 we needed something to protect our criminal enterprise. We both dug music and always made up songs while on the job so what do we do? We flip the music game on its kriffin' head.
We invented Space-Hop. We started with my bro making sick beats. None of that jizz shit but real hard hitting, bone chilling music. Real Nar Shaddaa shit, know what I'm saying? I always liked poetry and rhyming words so we mixed it all together. We've started making these new songs man that'll take this moon by storm.
Might be selling spice but our real passion is music, man. We just released "Nar Shaddaa Slum Lords" with songs where we both spit bars over while Reed produced the whole thing on his own. He has some real talent man, you ain't ready. And me? Shit... What til you here what I got on that holotape there son.
It's all getting pretty serious, we both got performer names. I'm the "Notorious" Biggs Latore and Reed is Shareed "Puff Daddy" Combo. Together we're taking over the spice game and the music game all at the same time. We're both too good to stay in one lane, we're merging into two.
Number 8: Never keep no weight on you...
If you're transporting product make sure you and your crew know what's true. Get stopped? You don't know shit. Snitches get stitches might be cliche as kriff but it's true. Don't ever try and pull one over on the Hutts either, you'll wake up dead. Never carry big amounts of spice on you either, junkies WILL move on you.
Number 9: Keep your pockets fat and your body stacked.
My bro Reed don't agree with me since he a twig but keep active. I might have more to love but the ladies love when they can rub on your belly. Reed and me have gotten into a lot of trouble over the years where we haven't had our pieces. It's a good thing I'm a piece myself. Biggs Latore is a big boy but that doesn't mean I can't roll on someone with just my fists. Believe it or not most of my girth is muscle homie. Mostly.
Number 10: Sky is the Limit
This should have been number 1 to me but sky is the limit for my brother and me. We've came out of a bad place, from the projects, to the gang life, to the mac life. You can do that too. If me and Puff can come from nothing to something then you can too. We haven't made it yet but we got too many projects to fail, know what I'm saying? We're slum lords, we deal drugs and kill people who stand in our way. We work with the Hutts and working our way up. But we also entertainers, you probably heard a song or two of ours already. Follow these rules and you can work your way up too.
The Sky Is the Limit and Nar Shaddaa is for the taking. We're gonna take it all.
▵Personality
Loyal. Mean Streak. Self Preserving. Entrepreneur Spirit. Musically Oriented. Big.
Biggs 'Notorious' Latore is a simple man. He has a low, grumbling voice that further personifies his tough persona. He's cold to the core, his only soft spots being drugs, women and his brother Reed. While he likes to party he likes business more, making credits and peggats his main focus. He's physically strong so it has made his personality just as big as his body. He doesn't handle disrespect well. Biggs likes nice, luxurious things as he never had nothing before, though, this means he makes bad financial investments.
He's been through a lot, feeding into his main passion: music. If he isn't working the spice trade or working with his clients he is writing, reading or spitting bars. He's cold enough to cap someone only to eat dinner with their family later and keep a straight face. He keeps the people close to him closer and leaves his enemies in the gutter.
While he has a mean streak most people are safe around Biggs. Just as long as you don't threaten his family or his business he's more than willing to break bread with you and your's. He has a blunt sense of humor and in many ways is the yin to his brother Serreed's yang. Success has made his ego inflate, Biggs looking at himself and his brother as modern day kings.
▵Equipment
Weaponry:
CP 8 Blaster Pistol
Bigg's Stun Cane
Black Leather Shock Boxing Gloves
Armor:
Bigg's Armored Suit
Ship:
Fathier Class Light Freighter (Co-Owned with: Serrad "Puff Daddy" Combo)
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