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Raff Caphrydell
AGE
► 24
SPECIES
► Aleena
HEIGHT
► 0.8 m
WEIGHT
► 45 kg
EYE COLOR
► Blue-Green
HAIR COLOR
► None
HOMEWORLD
► Aleen
GENDER
► M
FACTION
► Sector Rangers
RANK
► Recruit
FORCE SENSITIVITY
► Minute
BIOGRAPHY
Born as a starry-eyed babe on his homeworld of Aleen to the Caphrydell family, his parents opted like many of their kind to travel the galaxy looking for opportunity. It wouldn't take long before Raff became a young rascal while his father took to scrapping as a profession. Wurt Caphrydell expected his sons to follow in his footsteps and find good honest jobs, if not continuing his business, even finding a lot of potential in Raff specifically. The young aleena quickly took to building from what his father collected, showing creativity and engineering, even if some of his designs were...troubling. The self-destructing pod engine troubled his parents the most. As Raff grew and started to work under his father along with many brothers and a few sisters, what payed the bills didn't satisfy Raff's own desire for an exciting life, and he started putting together his escape plan. One rickety, space worthy Ugly made of old Imperial ship remains granted him his new start.
Raff kept travelling and doing various oddjobs around the mid rim until he landed himself a solid gig on Rattatak as a racer. Races weren't entirely legal, but at this time Rattatak only had very loose ties to any governance of the Free Worlds Alliance. To that effect, Raff's impressive and dare do flying style got him a side job as a smuggler, which he had no qualms accepting. The fast life of racing and smuggling only ever calmed down when he settled enough to do mechanic jobs, whether it was for his own creations or as a hire. Raff only ever wanted to push the limits of speed and maneuverability, to become an amazing pilot that narrowly evaded death with exhilarating movement. He didn't need any government to tell him what was dangerous or poor for society. He didn't need anyone at all. He just needed a ship, the skies, and his own skill.
It was no surprise that Raff was among the many less-than-savory residents giving the Sector Rangers the stink eye when they began to come around. He saw them as an outreach of the Republic, the same desire to 'civilize' the reaches of the galaxy that enjoyed their lives away from high society and rules. However, the young aleena had no care to get on their bad graces and get himself a record. He always thought himself sneaky and clever, for better or worse, and so he came up with a great plan to maintain his notions of 'freedom'. He had no desire to fight the power, no. He signed up as a recruit.
Given the stretched out resources of the Rangers, Raff figured they wouldn't care to police their own members in the area, and to an extent, he was right. The questionable modifications to his Kihraxz fighter went unregulated, but Raff also found himself avoiding the prior activities he used to partake in without care. No more smuggling, but he for a time didn't lay off of a rather unhealthy drinking obsession. He raced, he drank, and he regularly missed his reports by hours, if he did them at all. It wasn't until a local pirate gang tried to raid the Rangers outpost that Raff really felt combat, and what the Rangers were about. Raff focused on out-flying the pirates, treating it like a race, taunting them on comms...while the more veteran rangers moved in tandem, working as a team and protecting civilian and critical targets. For once the focus wasn't on him, his impressive flying wasn't rewarded, and he was berated after the mission. For the aleena, he nearly quit there and then, but there was something about the disappointment his commanding officer that kept with Raff. It wasn't that he wanted less from Raff, it's that he expected more from him. He saw the impact and the cheers that people began to give the Rangers for their protection, and it gave him a new fire. Raff no longer wanted to be a Ranger so he could fly under the radar, he wanted to use his skills for something BIG.
The aleena is still working on knowing when to work and when to play, but after two years with the Sector Rangers, he's cleaned up his act more than his older associates would ever have expected. If you ask any of the racers on Rattatak if you could rely on 'Riff Raff', they'd scoff at you and walk away. There's a reason he has the namesake, and he stills lives up to it on the outside. However, give the aleena Ranger a chance, and he might surprise you.
Equipment
+FlakkTek Flight suit
+QuikGrip II VibroBlade
+EC-17 HoldOut Blaster Pistol
+UniNom Universal Mod/Repair kit
+Standard Issue Medkit
+Standard Issue Rations
Skills/Attributes
+As an aleena, Raff has a rather sturdy body. It's durable, but his short stature also leaves him a little vulnerable to in-person fighting. His sharp teeth are the best he can do to make up for a complete lack of reach, strength, or speed.
+Raff carries around a vibroknife and a pistol and is trained with them, though he has no natural talent with either beyond Rangers basics.
+Raff has spent his life and career working on two things: crafting and piloting. He loves to mod ships and fly them, and he's damned good at both. His mechanical abilities bleed over into general capabilities, and he's a good choice if you need repairs for almost anything.
WIP
- Title ― Description ― • Thread Status
- I’ve Tracked Them Across the Galaxy...― Raff follows a call for backup on Tatooine by a fellow Ranger. ― • Incomplete
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