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Ryfybert Wylt
AGE
► 20
SPECIES ► Human
HEIGHT ► 185 cm
WEIGHT ► 80 kg
EYE COLOR ► Brown
HAIR COLOR ► Black
HOMEWORLD ► Coruscant
GENDER ► Male
FACTION ► Five Syndicates
RANK ► Scoundrel
FORCE SENSITIVITY ► None
BIOGRAPHY
Ryfybert Wylt was a human male bounty hunter who lived in the heyday of the New Republic and the galaxy-spanning Free Worlds Alliance. Born on Coruscant and molded by lower and higher level milieus both, he eventually became the stepson of local Nar Shaddaarian spice ringleader Maggs Wylt, whose name he took as his moniker when, years after his stepfather’s death, he pursued bounty hunting to better him and his mother’s circumstances.
Ryfybert would have hated to have his biography written. In fact, just the existence of a Holonet page about him would have soured his mood. According to him, any biography written is a lie whose untruths have simply been elaborated upon. Having read extensively throughout his life, Ryfybert has skimmed through enough of them to know that they all attempt to assign meaning to a series of events in the subject’s life that were without a shadow of a doubt wholly coincidental. There is no such thing as predestination, no ethereal power that guides the wayward unto the right path. Life has taught him that much.
He was born on Coruscant. Given the choice (or helping hand of the Force or any other of the bogus terms sentients throughout the galaxy use to find meaning in the meaningless), he would have wanted rather to remain unborn than to be drawn into the gauntlet that was his childhood. Hailing from poverty, Ryfybert’s mother, Kynis, sought always to advance into the higher levels of Coruscant. Working as a waitress on one of the middling levels, she met Valmeneer Ergraine, an aide to the New Republic senator to Ord Mantell; Ryfybert was the result of their affair. Valmeneer had a wife and kids of his own, so a marriage to Kynis was not an option, but given that he spent a lot of time on Coruscant, he was not wholly absent in Ryfybert’s early life. He supported Kynis and their child financially and visited as often as his circumstances would allow him.
Given that Valmeneer was not permanent in the structure of Ryfybert’s life, he was not at all formative in his son’s development. More than anything, Valmeneer was just a friendly man who came around often enough for Ryfybert to know his name and look forward to the visits and the gifts he brough, but seldom enough that the kid did not think of him as a parent in the same way that he thought of his mother, even though he knew that the always meticulously dressed man was his father. Instead, it was Kynis who influenced Ryfybert, teaching him unconsciously that it is always possible to strive for a better life, but also that putting yourself at the mercy of others is a viable option to reach this betterment. This was a fact that Ryfybert would come to despise his mother for.
Valmeneer took his own life when Ryfybert was twelve. According to the note he left behind for his family, stress about his affair with Kynis and a growing dependency on Glitterstim had driven him to it.
Naturally, Kynis was heartbroken, and so too was Ryfybert, but Kynis more so than him, because she knew the consequences of Valmeneer’s choice. Without his financial support and with Ryfybert’s mouth to feed, Kynis would need to find other ways to score an income. Her first idea was to reach out to Valmeneer’s widow, who now knew of their affair, but she flat out refused to have anything to do with her late husband’s concubine and bastard son. So Kynis took on more shifts at the bars and cafés she worked at, and when that still wasn’t enough, she became a sex worker. She would sometimes bring clients to their apartment, even while Ryfybert was there; yet another thing he would never forget.
A year went by where the two of them just barely made ends meet, and then new development in Ryfybert’s life took place. One of his mother’s clients, a wealthy businessman by the name of Maggs Wylt, set his eyes on her and asked her to move with him to his home in the Outer Rim. Kynis, possibly eyeing an opportunity of a lifetime, accepted, and so she and Ryfybert moved to a place Ryfybert had never heard of before: Nar Shaddaa.
Soon, though, Ryfybert learned that life in this place would be just as tough if not tougher than it had been on Coruscant. Luckily, his stepfather was an industrious and ruthless man whose influence as a leader of a spice distribution ring within the Hutt Cartel kept Ryfybert relatively safe. Despite this, Maggs made a habit of showing his stepson the roughness and brutality of Nar Shaddaa even if the city and its inhabitants did not. He taught Ryfybert how to fight, how to take a beating, how to make choices that your conscience implores you not to, but which you know is the right one if you want to survive or protect those you hold dear. That Maggs also beat Ryfybert senseless on several occasions when his temper got the better of him was part of the deal. And his mother knew none of it. Just as she had done with her previous husband, she adored and idolized her new husband so thoroughly that she became ignorant of what was really going on around her. In her mind, she had simply married an industrious businessman who had seen fit to lift her out of poverty. It was fate, she always said.
If it was fate, Ryfybert later surmised, then fate took the liberty of adding a ridiculous number of detours on the ride towards richness. Three years after he and his mother moved to Nar Shaddaa to live with Maggs Wylt, the spice ringleader was assassinated by a rival. Wylt’s assets were claimed by the Cartel, and Ryfybert and his mother found themselves on the streets of Nar Shaddaa. Ryfybert, being sixteen years of age by then, took active participation in getting them back on the right track, working as many odd jobs as he could. His mother, having been in similar situations for most of her life, fell right back into old patterns. Only this time, the easy access to spice, her growing disillusionment with her life, and good contacts in the Cartel creating prime breeding grounds for a dependency on the drugs that had driven her first husband to take his own life.
Meanwhile, Ryfybert worked as best as he could to keep them both afloat. He found work in a caffa shop where he befriended the owner and eventually, three years later, he was given the opportunity to take out a loan with the Cartel and buy the caffa shop from the owner. Rebranding it as ‘Ryf’s Beans’, he finally managed to lift him and his mother slightly further away from ruin.
Eventually, as with anything that seems too good to be true, it turned out to really be too good to be true. The caffa shop did not earn him an income large enough to keep payments to the Cartel steady, and his mother’s addiction cost him credits, too. Out of desperation, he began to consider other ways of earning credits, viewing bounty hunting as a viable option. He hired a friend to run the caffa shop for him and launched himself into an unknown business with only two possible outcomes: acquire and survive or fail and die. Whether by the hand of the bounty or that of the Cartel’s debt collectors had become wholly irrelevant. He called himself Wylt after the only father he had known, however ambivalent the relationship between stepfather and stepson had been.
Having acquired the most basic bounty hunting equipment, Wylt has started to look for bounties put up by the Five Syndicates.
Ryfybert would have hated to have his biography written. In fact, just the existence of a Holonet page about him would have soured his mood. According to him, any biography written is a lie whose untruths have simply been elaborated upon. Having read extensively throughout his life, Ryfybert has skimmed through enough of them to know that they all attempt to assign meaning to a series of events in the subject’s life that were without a shadow of a doubt wholly coincidental. There is no such thing as predestination, no ethereal power that guides the wayward unto the right path. Life has taught him that much.
He was born on Coruscant. Given the choice (or helping hand of the Force or any other of the bogus terms sentients throughout the galaxy use to find meaning in the meaningless), he would have wanted rather to remain unborn than to be drawn into the gauntlet that was his childhood. Hailing from poverty, Ryfybert’s mother, Kynis, sought always to advance into the higher levels of Coruscant. Working as a waitress on one of the middling levels, she met Valmeneer Ergraine, an aide to the New Republic senator to Ord Mantell; Ryfybert was the result of their affair. Valmeneer had a wife and kids of his own, so a marriage to Kynis was not an option, but given that he spent a lot of time on Coruscant, he was not wholly absent in Ryfybert’s early life. He supported Kynis and their child financially and visited as often as his circumstances would allow him.
Given that Valmeneer was not permanent in the structure of Ryfybert’s life, he was not at all formative in his son’s development. More than anything, Valmeneer was just a friendly man who came around often enough for Ryfybert to know his name and look forward to the visits and the gifts he brough, but seldom enough that the kid did not think of him as a parent in the same way that he thought of his mother, even though he knew that the always meticulously dressed man was his father. Instead, it was Kynis who influenced Ryfybert, teaching him unconsciously that it is always possible to strive for a better life, but also that putting yourself at the mercy of others is a viable option to reach this betterment. This was a fact that Ryfybert would come to despise his mother for.
Valmeneer took his own life when Ryfybert was twelve. According to the note he left behind for his family, stress about his affair with Kynis and a growing dependency on Glitterstim had driven him to it.
Naturally, Kynis was heartbroken, and so too was Ryfybert, but Kynis more so than him, because she knew the consequences of Valmeneer’s choice. Without his financial support and with Ryfybert’s mouth to feed, Kynis would need to find other ways to score an income. Her first idea was to reach out to Valmeneer’s widow, who now knew of their affair, but she flat out refused to have anything to do with her late husband’s concubine and bastard son. So Kynis took on more shifts at the bars and cafés she worked at, and when that still wasn’t enough, she became a sex worker. She would sometimes bring clients to their apartment, even while Ryfybert was there; yet another thing he would never forget.
A year went by where the two of them just barely made ends meet, and then new development in Ryfybert’s life took place. One of his mother’s clients, a wealthy businessman by the name of Maggs Wylt, set his eyes on her and asked her to move with him to his home in the Outer Rim. Kynis, possibly eyeing an opportunity of a lifetime, accepted, and so she and Ryfybert moved to a place Ryfybert had never heard of before: Nar Shaddaa.
Soon, though, Ryfybert learned that life in this place would be just as tough if not tougher than it had been on Coruscant. Luckily, his stepfather was an industrious and ruthless man whose influence as a leader of a spice distribution ring within the Hutt Cartel kept Ryfybert relatively safe. Despite this, Maggs made a habit of showing his stepson the roughness and brutality of Nar Shaddaa even if the city and its inhabitants did not. He taught Ryfybert how to fight, how to take a beating, how to make choices that your conscience implores you not to, but which you know is the right one if you want to survive or protect those you hold dear. That Maggs also beat Ryfybert senseless on several occasions when his temper got the better of him was part of the deal. And his mother knew none of it. Just as she had done with her previous husband, she adored and idolized her new husband so thoroughly that she became ignorant of what was really going on around her. In her mind, she had simply married an industrious businessman who had seen fit to lift her out of poverty. It was fate, she always said.
If it was fate, Ryfybert later surmised, then fate took the liberty of adding a ridiculous number of detours on the ride towards richness. Three years after he and his mother moved to Nar Shaddaa to live with Maggs Wylt, the spice ringleader was assassinated by a rival. Wylt’s assets were claimed by the Cartel, and Ryfybert and his mother found themselves on the streets of Nar Shaddaa. Ryfybert, being sixteen years of age by then, took active participation in getting them back on the right track, working as many odd jobs as he could. His mother, having been in similar situations for most of her life, fell right back into old patterns. Only this time, the easy access to spice, her growing disillusionment with her life, and good contacts in the Cartel creating prime breeding grounds for a dependency on the drugs that had driven her first husband to take his own life.
Meanwhile, Ryfybert worked as best as he could to keep them both afloat. He found work in a caffa shop where he befriended the owner and eventually, three years later, he was given the opportunity to take out a loan with the Cartel and buy the caffa shop from the owner. Rebranding it as ‘Ryf’s Beans’, he finally managed to lift him and his mother slightly further away from ruin.
Eventually, as with anything that seems too good to be true, it turned out to really be too good to be true. The caffa shop did not earn him an income large enough to keep payments to the Cartel steady, and his mother’s addiction cost him credits, too. Out of desperation, he began to consider other ways of earning credits, viewing bounty hunting as a viable option. He hired a friend to run the caffa shop for him and launched himself into an unknown business with only two possible outcomes: acquire and survive or fail and die. Whether by the hand of the bounty or that of the Cartel’s debt collectors had become wholly irrelevant. He called himself Wylt after the only father he had known, however ambivalent the relationship between stepfather and stepson had been.
Having acquired the most basic bounty hunting equipment, Wylt has started to look for bounties put up by the Five Syndicates.
Personality
Above all else, cynicism is what defines Wylt. In his relatively short life, he has seen just how arbitrarily the universe regards its denizens. He expects nothing to be handed to him, and although he believes that one can better both oneself and one’s circumstances, he has no illusions about the difficulty of the road leading to that goal.
Perhaps as a result of his cynicism, Wylt has trouble making friends. Not because he is not outgoing or engaging in conversation with others, but because he can seem a most bleak and disagreeable acquaintance. His sense of humor is dry, sarcastic, and often misunderstood. He is not disloyal or scheming, but he prioritizes himself over other and can seem petty. The kid that had little would have trouble sharing when he eventually had more – especially since he knows how quickly it can disappear. Additionally, caring for his mother and working towards bettering her life comes before most other things in his life.
Very much a lone wolf despite his affiliation with the Five Syndicates, he has yet to learn the value of companionship and supporting friends. Having been left or underprioritized his entire life, he is quick to conclude that people have abandoned him if they make mistakes and hurt him. Furthermore, the violence in his past has cultivated a rage that is always bubbling just below the surface.
Perhaps as a result of his cynicism, Wylt has trouble making friends. Not because he is not outgoing or engaging in conversation with others, but because he can seem a most bleak and disagreeable acquaintance. His sense of humor is dry, sarcastic, and often misunderstood. He is not disloyal or scheming, but he prioritizes himself over other and can seem petty. The kid that had little would have trouble sharing when he eventually had more – especially since he knows how quickly it can disappear. Additionally, caring for his mother and working towards bettering her life comes before most other things in his life.
Very much a lone wolf despite his affiliation with the Five Syndicates, he has yet to learn the value of companionship and supporting friends. Having been left or underprioritized his entire life, he is quick to conclude that people have abandoned him if they make mistakes and hurt him. Furthermore, the violence in his past has cultivated a rage that is always bubbling just below the surface.
Appearance
Wylt is a lithe figure. He does not have the broad frame of a laborer, nor the plumpness of a person born into wealth and privilege. His is a body that needed to be able to move fast, defend itself, and withstand the strain of starvation and other tribulations. His skin is fair and covered at random in scars from cuts and burns, some blatantly self-inflicted. He is usually dressed in tight-fitted clothing that is practical and worn, sometimes tattered. He prefers tops with high collars, and is almost always wearing a simple dark-colored cap.
Perhaps in contrast to his body, his face is slightly more square than oblong, with high cheek bones, a strong chin, deep-set brown eyes, full black eyebrows and unruly short-cropped black hair. His beard has not filled in completely, so he keeps a mustache-and-chin beard whilst keeping cheeks and the sides of his jawline clear. His nose is a little bulbous, but not overly large compared to the rest of his face.
Perhaps in contrast to his body, his face is slightly more square than oblong, with high cheek bones, a strong chin, deep-set brown eyes, full black eyebrows and unruly short-cropped black hair. His beard has not filled in completely, so he keeps a mustache-and-chin beard whilst keeping cheeks and the sides of his jawline clear. His nose is a little bulbous, but not overly large compared to the rest of his face.
Skills
Except, maybe, for the art of brewing caffa and the research of its sourcing and properties, Wylt is not an expert at anything. That is not to say that he is not capable; years of struggle have taught him how to survive in harsh conditions and stand up for himself. His greatest strength by far is his cynicism. It has forever removed any rose-colored glasses from his eyes and taught him to view the world as a place that will take what you have if you let it and won’t give you anything unless you insist violently.
In terms of actual skills, Wylt’s stepfather was perhaps the single biggest resource of abilities suitable for the underbelly of the galaxy. He taught Wylt how to shoot straight, basic hand-to-hand combat principles, and to have the curiosity to learn new things that could come in handy in whatever path of life he chose.
In terms of actual skills, Wylt’s stepfather was perhaps the single biggest resource of abilities suitable for the underbelly of the galaxy. He taught Wylt how to shoot straight, basic hand-to-hand combat principles, and to have the curiosity to learn new things that could come in handy in whatever path of life he chose.
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