Character Workship [Dawn of the Republic]

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BASIC INFORMATION

[FULL NAME]
Bennek Cyllest

[ALIAS]
Ben Cyllest

[DATE OF BIRTH]
29 years before timeline

[SPECIES]
Human

[FACTION]
Independent

[RANK]
N/A
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[SUBJECT SUMMARY]


Ben’s parents were poor spacers who had been scammed into buying an old cargo hauler from Eljuk the Hutt. Somewhere between running cargo for their Hutt benefactor, the couple found the time to conceive a child, and nine months later, Ben was born. While he has very few recollections of his early childhood, he remembers the faint humming of the old cargo hauler’s engines, the coldness of its winding corridors, and the painfully frequent pangs of hunger, since Eljuk left them just enough for minimal fuel and rations.

Ben’s father knew that a day would come that his boss would request money that he did not have. Eljuk's punishment for such an infraction was to sell the debtors into slavery. When that day came, Ben’s parents piloted the freighter into Unknown Space, hoping to find some sanctuary from the long reach of the Eljuk. In their desperate exodus, the Cyllests found themselves in a star system with exceptionally powerful solar activity. Rocked by solar flares from the system’s tempest of a star, the cargo hauler met its end by crashing onto an uncharted world

Ben recalled waking from the crash with to the sight of his parents dead at the helm. For the first few days, Ben spent his time living out of the hulk of the starship, terrified, angry, and alone. The ships systems were so damaged by the solar activity that Ben could not activate the distress beacon. As time went on, the nine-year-old’s natural curiosity, and his desire to separate himself from the pain and loss, decided to trek out into the planet.

Despite revolving around a violent star, Ben’s new home was a lush, tropical world teeming with life. He was mesmerized during the daytime, by the giant birds who flew over the canopies of trees, shrieking as they passed by. At night he would climb up in the trees, as the solar flares that killed his parents clashed with the planet’s atmosphere to create a spectacular light show.

One night as he curled up into the hulk of his parent’s ship to sleep, he heard the hiss of atmospheric thrusters. Ben spotted a small freighter landing just outside of his home. Ben stood in front of the ship, stunned with fear as the entry ramp opened, and a towering Rodian, stepped out, armed to the teeth. The Rodian’s name was Denbak, and he was the only bounty hunter who kept searching for Ben’s parents months after they disappeared.

Denbak nearly flew into a rage once Ben showed him the ad-hoc graves he made for his parents. But, even though he made a living off of taking lives, the sight of the starved orphan child filled him with more sympathy than he was comfortable with. He took Ben away from the planet to take him on as a partner-in-training, feeling it would be cheaper to teach one than to pay for one.

Ben’s life with Denbak was difficult. He was a much colder host than his parents, and he had a quick temper. He would often drag his young foster child along with him to seedy dives all over the galaxy, hunting for prey. However, Denbak was also a great teacher. He taught Ben how to use a blaster, how to speak Rodese, how to haggle, and how to pilot a ship. Over time, the boy and his foster father grew very close.

At the age of fourteen, Denbak decided that it was time for Ben to join him on a bounty, in order to test him on everything that he learned. The bounty was against the same Hutt Lord that drove his parents to their death. Eljuk had accrued debts to the point that he was worth more dead with the few assets that he had left. The two bounty hunters tracked him to a derelict fuel depot, floating somewhere in Outer Rim space.

Warm tears of anger trickled down Ben’s face as he and his new father exited the ship onto the station. Ben’s blaster trembled in his hand as he reflected on the prospect of extinguishing a life. The station itself was devoid of any activity, and Eljuk's war droids, laid in the corridors, starved of power. Eventually, they made their way to the central maintenance bay, which Eljuk had transformed into a makeshift audience chamber.

Eljuk sat sleeping in the center of the room. Although he was still massive, his mass consisted of bloat rather than fat, his color was pallid, and he had grown a scraggly beard. The Hutt lord was awoken by the footsteps of the two bounty hunters. Ben looked into the cataract-ridden eyes of the once proud Eljuk, and felt a small amount of pity. Denbak urged him to finish the job, and Ben raised his blaster with a trembling hand. Eljuk did not protest, and Ben ended the reign of the once opulent Eljuk the Hutt.

Denbak was paid 100,000 credits for killing Eljuk the Hutt, which he took total credit for. With such a large bounty, Denbak was wary to pay young Ben. Instead of fair payment, Ben was given another lesson in the rules of bounty hunting: Trust nobody. Denbak flew the boy to a backwater planet, and left him with his blaster pistol, the clothes on his back, and 500 credits.

For the next several years, Ben worked as a freighter crewman, and from time to time, a hired gun, saving as much money as he could. When Ben turned 20, he bought himself a stunt fighter, and rejoined the bounty hunting circuit. Ben never forgot the lessons that Denbak taught him, and truth be told, he didn’t resent his one-time foster father for leaving him. For the next three years, Ben worked tirelessly to establish himself as a dependable bounty hunter.

Ben had always worked solo, and never payed much attention to his romantic life. That would change on a fateful day on Manaan. He never forgot a single detail about that particular day: He had just snagged a bounty on a gun-dealing Gran. He was just paid 2000 credits by the Selkath Judicial Authority, and he drank chilled wine while he counted each chip.

Then he walked in. He was lean and tall, and he had jet black, wavy hair that fell to his shoulders and curled at the ends. His outfit was flashy, even in the glitzier sections of Manaan, and he carried an ornate blaster pistol on his belt. The man called himself Tycho of Taris, and he carried himself like a nobleman. Ben figured that he was simply feinting nobility. Tycho claimed to be a politician on Taris. The two drank together, exchanging stories of their exploits, and enchanting each other.


Ben would continue his work as a bounty hunter, stopping by Taris to rendezvous with his beloved Tycho. The two men confided in eachother's affections until Ben’s past came back to haunt them.

Edruk, brother to Eljuk the Hutt, was very close with his sibling. For years he had scoured the galaxy, looking for the bounty hunter who snuck into his brother’s space station and killed him like a rat. Once he found Ben’s identity, he sent bounty hunters all across the galaxy in search of him. In addition to that, Edruk hired slicers to seize whatever credits and assets that Ben had saved. Even though they were lovers, Tycho's career as a politician was to valuable to end it over his troubled lover. Tycho banned Ben from stepping foot on Taris ever again. From time to time, they would exchange encrypted letters via the holonet.

Ben, now makes a living as a spacer once again, hopping from ship to ship, making enough to survive, and keeping his thoughts on Tycho.



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Tycho of Taris
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AGE: 33
SPECIES: Human

HEIGHT: 5’10”
WEIGHT: 145 lbs.

EYE COLOR: Gray
HAIR COLOR: Black
SKIN COLOR: White
MARKINGS: None

FACTION: The Republic Senate
RANK: Senator; Taris

”Let this Republic not only represent the will of planets, but the will of the people. Let no man feel excluded from this Republic because he feels that he is too small to be counted. Let Taris lead the way.” – Tycho of Taris
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BIOGRAPHY
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Tycho Drayson was born into an aristocratic family on Taris. His mother died giving birth to him, and his father never could shake the resentment he felt towards his son. In his prime, Tycho’s father was a powerful mogul, owning huge swaths of property on Taris, a fleet of cargo freighters, and enough industrial capital to rival the droid builders of Geonosis. However, after the death of his wife, Tycho’s father spent more and more time gambling and striking business deals with members of the Black Sun. He also loathed his son for inadvertently killing his wife. Sick of being reminded of his heartbreak, Tycho’s father sent his boy off to a Tarisian preparatory school at the age of ten.


Tarisian children of a certain age and social-standing were often sent off by their parents to preparatory schools to groom them as the next generation of socialites and power-brokers. They offered strict educational courses in history, mathematics, language and composition, and most importantly, etiquette. Tycho found his time in school to be abysmally boring when he wasn’t studying history and etiquette. He was enamored by the tales of the first Tarisian pioneers who built the all-encompassing city that he lived in. Etiquette was a game to him. Once he learned the rules, he took great pleasure in becoming the most sophisticated pupil in his class. He would often lead his fellow classmates in play battles with heartfelt speeches and powerful gestures. As the years passed, he took more advanced courses in business, ethics, and philosophy; subjects that he excelled at.

At the age of 18, he graduated from the preparatory school. Upon his release, he figured that his father would finally give him a modest portion of his empire to run as he saw fit. However, his father’s gambling, and dealings with the Black Sun, had led to the downfall of the Drayson Empire. His father had liquidated almost all of his assets, and still the Black Sun representative on Taris was not satisfied. When Tycho arrived at his father’s mansion, he was apprehended by armed, Black Sun thugs.

Tycho was taken into his father’s grand office. Seated at the ornately-carved, wooden desk was his father and the Black Sun’s representative, Zita Morithaas. Zita was a shrewd Faleen woman, who had climbed up the ranks of the Black Sun until she became the powerbroker that controlled all business on Taris. Tycho’s father, in doing business with her, made the fatal assumption that he could outwit her. Now, with almost everything gone, he learned that his assumptions were false.

Tycho’s father, in a desperate attempt to hold onto the few assets he had left, offered Zita to take his only son as a slave. He explained that Tycho was just as shrewd as himself, and that he had spent the last eight years learning the skills required to become useful. Zita was disgusted at the fact that Tycho’s father would offer such a deal, curtly refusing it. At gunpoint, she took the rest of the Drayson’s assets, leaving Tycho’s father penniless. Still, Zita saw potential in Tycho’s gray eyes, and she offered him a position as a personal assistant.

Tycho stood in the office for a moment, looking at his father, who sat at his desk weeping, and at Zita, who stood tall, with five armed guards behind her. He knew where his greatest potential for success was, and he never spoke to his father again.

Zita ran her criminal empire from deep within the bowels of Taris. Tycho had been protected from the vice and violence that was rampant in the lower city, and now he had to face it in its rawest forms. Tycho began his career with Zita as her personal assistant. He would bring her drink, food, contracts, and everything else she demanded. It was frustrating, since Tycho’s ambitions were far beyond being a waiter. Still, standing at her side, Tycho managed to indirectly meet and eavesdrop on the most powerful individuals on all of Taris. As time went on, his duties grew more important. At first, he ran a gang of Zita’s slicers, stealing credits and information straight from the holonet. After that, he would be responsible for collecting extortion money from businesses in the Lower City. Eventually, Zita felt comfortable enough to let Tycho run several cantinas and gambling houses that she owned.

Tensions between those who were lucky enough to live in the highest echelons of Taris, and the poor masses below were always high, but as crime, disease, and economic troubles grew, so did the tensions. Zita had a finger on the pulse of the dregs living in the Lower City, and she knew that violence would pour out into the streets, and she planned to use this violence as the means to expand her power.

It was at this time that Tycho began his career as a speech giver. Zita used her own funds to turn Tycho into a revolutionary that she could secretly control. He utilized the philosophy that he learned in prep school to forge firebrand speeches to rally the masses in the Lower City. Over time, his speeches became so popular that he had spawned a movement. Thousands upon thousands of Tarisians participated in strikes and marches, all over Taris. The more speeches that Tycho gave, the more drunk he became on the affection he received from the crowd. Tycho also began forming a network with like-minded revolutionaries who further advanced the rising revolutionary fever. Zita grew concerned that the political turmoil that her lieutenant had created had become too large for her to control. Tycho himself eventually bought into the myth of the man that the people called, "Tycho of Taris."

The watershed moment in Tycho’s career came when he led thousands of Lower City denizens marched upon the capital to demand the immediate resignation of the city council, and for emergency elections to be held. Tycho gave a scathing speech that denounced the aristocratic government that had ruled Taris for too long, and against the Black Sun who destroyed any chance of fair commerce.

To avoid bloodshed, the city council agreed to step down. Emergency elections were held to elect a new city council. For the first time in Taris’ history, the council was entirely made up from citizens of the lower city. Tycho himself was naturally elected, and accepted the position of Minister of Security. With his new position, Tycho had the strength of the Taris Security Forces at his beck and call. He utilized this power to make a clean sweep of all Black Sun holdings in the Lower City. Zita’s struggle to hold on to her property turned into a brief street war between her men and the TSF. In the end, the conflict lasted several days, but the Black Sun’s operation on Taris had been crippled. Zita had managed to flee.

A certain degree of stability had been achieved on Taris after the revolution. The nobles begrudgingly accepted the new government, plotting to restore themselves in secret, and the citizens of the Lower City enjoyed their newly earned power. Tycho partially withdrew from public life, spending more time drafting bills than giving speeches.

In the middle of his tenure as Minister of Security, Tycho took a trip to Manaan to exchange methodologies in criminal justice with his Selkath counterparts. While he was there, he fell in love with a gruff bounty hunter by the name of Ben Cyllest. Ben was everything that he was not: calm, cool, collected, and more salt-of-the-earth than he could hope to be. Ben would visit him from time to time between his committee meetings and court hearings, offering Tycho desperately needed relief. Tycho reluctantly cut off the visits when he found out that Ben was in trouble with a Hutt Crime Lord, feeling that his duties to the citizens of Taris outweighed his love for Ben.

Whispers came from across the galaxy that a new galactic government was forming, one that would eclipse the ancient republic, and usher in a new era of peace and prosperity. Tycho knew that Taris would have to be a major player in this government’s formation, or his homeworld would slip into obscurity. To prevent that, Tycho resigned as Minister of Security, and called for an election to determine who would become Taris’ representatives to the rest of the galaxy. Polishing off the rhetorical devices of his youth, he won the election.

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The Obsidian Star
[fancybox4="http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/6/63/Y-8.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20080420231853"] The Obsidian Star was a mining ship belonging to Zita Morithaas during her tenure as leader of all criminal activity on Taris. In addition to mining operations, Zita used the ship as a blockade runner, a cargo transport, and a light capital ship during space skirmishes. After Tycho purged her from Taris, he immediately seized the assets she left behind, including The Obsidian Star. He promptly refitted the vessel by removing the mining equipment, upgrading the propulsion systems, and changing the interior design to reflect his lavish tastes. The Obsidian Star serves as Tycho of Taris' personal diplomatic barge, and as his home away from home.

Technical Information:
Affiliation: The Republic Senate
Ownership: Tycho Drayson
Model: Modified KS-77 Mining Vessel
Manufacturer: Corellian Engineering Corporation
Dimensions:

  • Length: 80 meters
  • Width: 30 meters
  • Height: 120 meters
Crew: 1x Pilot, 1x Navigator, 1x Engineer, 1x Gunner
Passengers: 4
Complement: None
Armament: 1x Forward Laser Cannon
Equipment:

  • 1x Escape Pod
  • 1x Civilian Grade Sensor Pod
  • 1x Civilian Grade Shield Generator
  • 1x Life Support Module
  • 1x Docking Port
Sublight Speed: 80 MGLT
Hyperdrive: Class 4 Hyperdrive
Maneuverability: Due to the geometry and initial purpose of The Obsidian Star, she is a lumbering vessel that is only good for getting from Point A to Point B. An experienced pilot might manage to get The Star into a slow, wide dive or roll, but it certainly cannot move like a stunt fighter.

Description: Tycho's ship is equipped with the basic necessities required for space travel. While he may have decorated his person quarters in a lavish style, the ship's components and externals are completely unassuming. The Forward Laser cannon is more apt to blowing apart slow, plodding asteroids than engaging in dogfights. Despite that, the industrial grade hyperdrive does make it relatively fast in hyperspace, which suits Tycho just fine, since he believes that diplomacy requires speed.


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