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Garus Wathanda
AGE
► 278
SPECIES► Hutt
HEIGHT► 9'5
WEIGHT► 545 lbs
EYE COLOR► Orange
HAIR COLOR► N/A
HOMEWORLD► Nar Shaddaa
GENDER► Male
FACTION► The Five Syndicates
RANK► Scoundral
FORCE SENSITIVITY► No
BIOGRAPHY
Garus was a young Hutt, but he remembers the way things use to be. He had witnessed the rise and fall of his family from the Clone Wars and into the Rise of the Empire, then those few years were nothing really exciting ever happened. Yes, he remembers those days quite negatively, because the truth was he missed out on all of it. Garus tried and failed numerous times to get a business going, only for it to fall flat on its face, having just missed a golden opportunity to capitalize on it. His first business sold fireworks, and closed the same week the second Death Star was destroyed. He managed to pull strings and get in on arms manufacturing just when the New Republic scrapped ninety percent of it's military force. One thing after another, Garus just has had stroke after stroke of bad luck, and it's taken it's toll after all this time. Now, finally, after years of waiting, he's finally struck it big by being invited to the Five Synidactes as an underling; least that is how he presents it. Garus now plots and waits, trying to think of a scheme that'll land him in a good gig with the rest of the syndicate.
Personality
Garus is a little on the fritz, years of watching his dreams go up in smoke have made him a tad...unhinged, but only a tad. Garus finds himself bored with his day to day affairs, and uses wealth to take on different personas; mostly for his own amusement, but he will not stand anyone mocking him for this. Some of his former associates have claimed Garus has a personality disorder, but there's a reason they are former associates, and he'd prefer to leave it at that. Garus can be cunning and rather sinister in his machinations, but at times will become fixated on rather random lines of thought.
Connections
N/A
Talents
Garus is more of a plotting scheming sort, as he has a great deal of knowledge of the past, and a decent grasp on the ebb and flow of the galactic markets. He has gotten to the point where if he wants to shoot someone, he would need a lackey to hold someone straight so he can do the kill them himself, though he has found that simply falling on someone kills them as well; though the last time he did that he got stabbed several times. Garus also has a talent for singing, and partly laments the fact he has never got his karaoke bar idea off the ground.
Threads
Gear:
Glie-44 Blaster Pistol
Modified Marksman H Training Remote (Stobe lights and speakers instead of blasters): Chime
Utility Belt with miniature Karaoke Machine built into it
Mundane Electronics.
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