Leoric Olbaid

[Rom]

NAME: Leoric Olbaid
FACTION: Independent Mercenary & Smuggler operating in Sith and Hutt Space.
RANK: Captain
SPECIES: Devaronian
AGE: 48
GENDER: Male
FORCE SENSITIVE: No

APPEARANCE:
Standing at one point seven five meters in height with dull red skin, bright yellow eyes, and well maintained horns curving up and back from the crown of his head, Leoric would not stand out in a crowd on his species' homeworld of Devaron as anyone special or noteworthy. Growing up in the planet-city of Eufornis Major however left the sharp featured and quick tempered youth an oddity that was feared and mistrusted in equal measure by his fellow slum dwellers. A cynical grin of caf stained fangs greeted any who came looking for business, but his thin lips would twist just as easily into a scowl if they stared too long at the three pale jagged lines marring the left side of his face; a souvenir of a... disagreement between himself and a Trandoshan in a cantina on Nar Shadda. Short limbed and stocky for his kind, Leoric is never seen out of his brown gundark leather and armorweave jacket.

ATTRIBUTES:
As a Devaronian, Leoric is stronger and faster than most humans and his twin livers work to filter out most toxins so he theoretically should be in optimal health for one of his species. Years of drinking, cigarra smoking, and accumulated wounds have taken their toll however and have slowed him down somewhat so that while he is still somewhat physically superior to the average humanoid, he is not as fast or as strong as he should be. Long hours spent in the cargo hold of the Ferryman training with Schutta helps him to keep his edge in combat, but as he's aged he has begun to rely on being more cunning and flexible than his opponent rather than beating them in a contest of strength.

Leoric is not what anyone would call friendly. Grim, cynical, and callous toward the plight of others, the Devaronian has lived almost his entire life looking out for one person and one person only; himself. Years of fearful whispers and betrayals have left the old mercenary naturally suspicious of others and he prefers to keep to himself and his droids, whose loyalties are programmed and unchanging. While he is smart enough to recognize these flaws as problematic for someone who needs to build relationships in order to work, Leoric prefers to think of people in terms of contacts, targets, and acquaintances who haven't turned on him... yet.

PERSONALITY:
Mean spirited. Callous. Selfish. Lecherous. Violent. Cruel. Demon. All words used to describe Leoric at one time or another in his life. While there may have been a point where a young Leoric wished for more people to see past his devilish appearence and their own preconceived notions of his kind, time and hard-earned experience have left the once starry eyed optimist bitter and jaded. The wanderlust is strong in him, some invisible current pulling him along the hyperlanes of the wide galaxy, and most would find it a lonely existence. At his drunkest and most vulnerable, Leoric would agree with them.

He finds his satisfaction in combat; in the thrill of looking into a foes eyes and watching the light fade from them, of testing himself against the odds that have always seemed stacked against him and seizing victory by the throat. He finds comfort in the embrace of a whore or the smokey breath of a fine cigarra to mark another job well done. Happiness? Joy? Love? Those are emotions he would rather leave behind. They sear against his mind and lash hard against his scarred heart, a name stenciled in self inflicted scars across his left pectoral that fills his mouth with ash every time he gives voice to the pain. Alaena.

BIOGRAPHY:
Born in the slums of Eufornis Major, Leoric was tossed horns first into the harsh gang life of the Lower City streets from a very young age. An oddity among the mostly human and twilek members of the Red Rancors, Leoric eventually formed a close bond with a talented Mirilian slicer named Alaena. The pair of them faced many trials together before finally leaving the gangs to start their lives together. The gang had other ideas.

A night of horror and bloodshed followed the events of that day, and when the dust settled and the fires stopped burning Alaena was dead and the remains of the Red Rancors were her pyre. Leoric fled the city world with a price on his head and a rage in his heart that never faded. He spent the next 30 years drifting between mercenary companies and freight jobs, doing just enough to keep himself flying and his senses dulled in between by drink, smoke, and painted women with no names.

SKILLS:
Leoric has been a soldier of fortune for three decades and has picked up a variety of skills along the way. A decent marksman at long range and handy with explosives and vehicle based weaponry, where the Devaronian truly shines is in close and mid range combat. He has crossed blades with Mandalorians, Trandoshan slavers, Echani Blademasters, and even a Force user or two. He may not have won every fight cleanly, but when death is on the line there's no such thing as honorable duels. He is also a crackshot with his Thunderbuster, the heavy pistol slung across his upper thigh in perfect reach for a quick draw and a kill shot.

Life on the Rim teaches many lessons, and the most important one Leoric learned was that if you aren't flying, you're dying. While not as skilled as a Republic Ace or Imperial Fighter Corps member, Leoric can make the Ferryman's Bride dance across the stars in a way that seems impossible for a ship of her class. He has spent twenty five years tinkering with her, upgrading and replacing parts as they fail, and he knows what every creak and shudder and sigh from her overpowered drives means. She is his home, his freedom, his gateway to new horizons; and at the helm of the Bride, there's no man who can fly a Halo Transport better.

GEAR:
Armor -
Gundark leather overcoat with armorweave inner lining
MK-5 Inquisition Combat Armor (Medium Variant, worn under coat. No helmet.)

Weapons -
1x Thunderbuster Heavy Blaster Pistol (thigh holster)
1x Aural Blaster (thigh holster)
1x Stryker 55 Bowcaster (Shoulder strap, slung across back[does not make use of physical bolts])
1x Vibrosword (sheathed at hip)
1x Thermal Detonator
2x MZ-99 Smack Down Grenades

Misc -
Repulsorboots
KDPA-001 Prosthesis (Right arm Phrik plate upgrade)
Bandolier for carrying ammo, grenades, O2 and sulfur cannisters for rebreather
Dual end Grapple Launcher
Rebreather( modified for swappable cannisters of O2 or Sulfur)
PTM-12 (Right side)
Cigarras

SHIP:
Halo class Transport "The Ferryman's Bride"

DROIDS:
Crisp-E-0 Donut Droid: JE-3V "Jeeves"

2x M-series utility droid: M7-4B "Forbes" and M7-Z9 "Zena" (blaster equipped)

XT-02S Saberguard Training Droid: "Schutta"

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