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Suvo"Crash" Tona
AGE
► 35
SPECIES ► Besalisk
HEIGHT ► 2.24m
WEIGHT ► 224 lbs
EYE COLOR ► Yellow
HAIR COLOR ► N/A, Auburn colored headcrest
HOMEWORLD ► Ojom
GENDER ► XY
FACTION ► Hutt Cartel
RANK ► Besadi, Bounty Hunter
FORCE SENSITIVITY ► N/A
BIOGRAPHY
"Look ma, someone's gotta fight this war. Might as well be me yeah?" -- Suvo Tona
Suvo was born on the Besalisk planet Ojom in 6938 BBY, during the waning years of the Hundred Year Darkness. While the Besalisk as a whole were not the most active species in the galaxy it was hard for the oft neutral, and oft over looked species to not wonder what the Galaxy would look like should the Exiles succeed. Such was the case for the elders of Suvo's community at least, and in the later years of his youth those very same elders would encourage various young adults to join the Galactic Army of the Republic to varying degrees of success. Remembering the horrors unleashed on Tython had been a common rallying cry, as were the now prevalent accounts of the wide spread destruction the Exiles had caused to planets they took over. As such, when Suvo had finally come of age and reached adulthood at the age of thirteen he did what a few of his fellow Besalisk opted for and hopped a shuttle off world to join the army.
It was a fine day for the towering Besalisk when he first arrived in boot camp for the Grand Army of the Republic. While not the only alien species in the unit he was by and large the only quadra-armed towering one in the bunch. He also didn't happen to be one of the only actual recruits as opposed to a few draftees that had been called into service. Little did he appreciate the harsh conditions he was to be thrown into during those first few weeks. But Suvo for all his youth proved a resilient cuss, and while by no means the best of the unit he was definitely in the upper echelons. It was for that reason, and his physiology that the Besalisk was tapped for the Thirty-Seventh Mobile Infantry Company, Sentinel Company as it was known to the soldiers. It was with the Thirty-Seventh that he would find his second home away from home, and some of the meanest fighting in the last decades of the war.
"Yeah, we're part of the Thirty-Seventh they call our squad The Losers, don't let the name fool ya though we only get called in when things get hairy. Oh, the big guy? Yeah that's the Corporal of the outfit, Crash, need something brought down call him and get clear before it goes boom." -- Sgt. Davin "Double Down" Kesyk
Years of war had worn the rough edges of Suvo, and dimmed the luster that had once captured the heart of the younger version of himself. Too many engagements with the Exiles, the slave soldiers, the blood and the death. It left its bitter mark upon the Besalisk in ways that he had been ill prepared for back home. No longer had he fought for the lofty ideals of keeping the galaxy safe from the wanton destruction wrought upon it by the Exile forces. He didn't think of his mother and father back home, and what might happen to them should the Republic fall. Instead he had made it his sole mission to fight for the only family that mattered to him, the Thirty-Seventh and the Losers. His time in the conflict proved an apt teacher in many ways though, and Crash as he had been come to call by his squad mates proved quite adept with explosives and sapping enemy structures and supply lines. He had also long since learned to ignore the soul rending sensation of taking a life, or two, or twenty with a well placed explosive. So long as it meant that they could get the job done and get his brothers and sisters in the Company home alive then that was all that mattered. This mentality carried Suvo through Rithal and Castell, and when the Jedi pushed into the Mid-Rim it carried him through when the Thirty-Seventh joined the Lone Fleet to help them purge the Exile scum from the Galaxy.
So one could imagine, when they had the enemy on the run, how Suvo and his squad mates took it when in the middle of their push some politician decided to disband the Grand Army of the Republic. When Suvo heard the announcement he snapped the datapad in two and spent about a two hour stint calling those spineless scum about every possible name, in every possible combination he could think of across five languages. They had been so close, and just like that it was over. The Jedi, the only allies outside of the Army he had known were on their own and they were to return to their lives. The problem for Suvo was this war had been the only life he had known since he reached adulthood. Sitting at twenty-six and with nothing to show for his life save killing and blowing things up Suvo did what any sensible person would, and took to the outer rim to sell his particular talents to the highest bidder.
"Yeah, I might be locked but you want to know a secret? I got four guns here, one for the each of ya..." -- Suvo "Crash" Tona
If life on the Outer Rim was anything Suvo would learn it certainly wasn't dull, and work was never entirely hard to come by. There had always seemed to be someone who thought they could skip out on a dept, or murder another, or if they were especially stupid disappoint a hutt. So while he had only come to the Outer Rim with his trusty 4C Blaster Pistol, and D7 Carbine and the few pieces of BlasTech medium armor he could get away with he did manage to make enough credits to up his arsenal and set up a enjoyable life of cantinas, booze, and creature comforts to make his new profession of trading in lives for credits worth it.
Suvo was born on the Besalisk planet Ojom in 6938 BBY, during the waning years of the Hundred Year Darkness. While the Besalisk as a whole were not the most active species in the galaxy it was hard for the oft neutral, and oft over looked species to not wonder what the Galaxy would look like should the Exiles succeed. Such was the case for the elders of Suvo's community at least, and in the later years of his youth those very same elders would encourage various young adults to join the Galactic Army of the Republic to varying degrees of success. Remembering the horrors unleashed on Tython had been a common rallying cry, as were the now prevalent accounts of the wide spread destruction the Exiles had caused to planets they took over. As such, when Suvo had finally come of age and reached adulthood at the age of thirteen he did what a few of his fellow Besalisk opted for and hopped a shuttle off world to join the army.
It was a fine day for the towering Besalisk when he first arrived in boot camp for the Grand Army of the Republic. While not the only alien species in the unit he was by and large the only quadra-armed towering one in the bunch. He also didn't happen to be one of the only actual recruits as opposed to a few draftees that had been called into service. Little did he appreciate the harsh conditions he was to be thrown into during those first few weeks. But Suvo for all his youth proved a resilient cuss, and while by no means the best of the unit he was definitely in the upper echelons. It was for that reason, and his physiology that the Besalisk was tapped for the Thirty-Seventh Mobile Infantry Company, Sentinel Company as it was known to the soldiers. It was with the Thirty-Seventh that he would find his second home away from home, and some of the meanest fighting in the last decades of the war.
"Yeah, we're part of the Thirty-Seventh they call our squad The Losers, don't let the name fool ya though we only get called in when things get hairy. Oh, the big guy? Yeah that's the Corporal of the outfit, Crash, need something brought down call him and get clear before it goes boom." -- Sgt. Davin "Double Down" Kesyk
Years of war had worn the rough edges of Suvo, and dimmed the luster that had once captured the heart of the younger version of himself. Too many engagements with the Exiles, the slave soldiers, the blood and the death. It left its bitter mark upon the Besalisk in ways that he had been ill prepared for back home. No longer had he fought for the lofty ideals of keeping the galaxy safe from the wanton destruction wrought upon it by the Exile forces. He didn't think of his mother and father back home, and what might happen to them should the Republic fall. Instead he had made it his sole mission to fight for the only family that mattered to him, the Thirty-Seventh and the Losers. His time in the conflict proved an apt teacher in many ways though, and Crash as he had been come to call by his squad mates proved quite adept with explosives and sapping enemy structures and supply lines. He had also long since learned to ignore the soul rending sensation of taking a life, or two, or twenty with a well placed explosive. So long as it meant that they could get the job done and get his brothers and sisters in the Company home alive then that was all that mattered. This mentality carried Suvo through Rithal and Castell, and when the Jedi pushed into the Mid-Rim it carried him through when the Thirty-Seventh joined the Lone Fleet to help them purge the Exile scum from the Galaxy.
So one could imagine, when they had the enemy on the run, how Suvo and his squad mates took it when in the middle of their push some politician decided to disband the Grand Army of the Republic. When Suvo heard the announcement he snapped the datapad in two and spent about a two hour stint calling those spineless scum about every possible name, in every possible combination he could think of across five languages. They had been so close, and just like that it was over. The Jedi, the only allies outside of the Army he had known were on their own and they were to return to their lives. The problem for Suvo was this war had been the only life he had known since he reached adulthood. Sitting at twenty-six and with nothing to show for his life save killing and blowing things up Suvo did what any sensible person would, and took to the outer rim to sell his particular talents to the highest bidder.
"Yeah, I might be locked but you want to know a secret? I got four guns here, one for the each of ya..." -- Suvo "Crash" Tona
If life on the Outer Rim was anything Suvo would learn it certainly wasn't dull, and work was never entirely hard to come by. There had always seemed to be someone who thought they could skip out on a dept, or murder another, or if they were especially stupid disappoint a hutt. So while he had only come to the Outer Rim with his trusty 4C Blaster Pistol, and D7 Carbine and the few pieces of BlasTech medium armor he could get away with he did manage to make enough credits to up his arsenal and set up a enjoyable life of cantinas, booze, and creature comforts to make his new profession of trading in lives for credits worth it.
Personality
While he can come off as gruff if you catch him on a bad day. Suvo, for the most part, is a fairly jovial soul when off the job. A frequent sight among the seedier portions of the galaxy his bellowing, wattle jiggling laugh can often lighten a room, and if that doesn't work a drink or two tends to help. Yet one can almost call this a front if they were to catch him on the job shortly afterward. For when it comes to tracking down bounties Suvo is as cold and merciless as they come. If the war hadn't broken him of any squeamishness he might have had about killing then his profession after the war certainly would have done the trick.
In truth both versions of him are Suvo through and through. While the war had killed his innocence it also taught him that any day might be his last, and he would be damned sure to enjoy each day he was alive...within reason. After all it would hardly do the bounty hunter any good to end up a bounty himself.
Another aspect to Suvo is his concept of family and honor. When he takes a contract he is the type to see it through to the end, and he has refused many a lucrative counter offer to turn the other way and let a bounty slip off once in his grasp. In that same vein anyone who Suvo has formed a lasting partnership with has a brother for life through thick and thin. He would soon take on a bull rancor with nothing but a vibroknife than betray or knowingly leave a brother or sister out to dry.
In truth both versions of him are Suvo through and through. While the war had killed his innocence it also taught him that any day might be his last, and he would be damned sure to enjoy each day he was alive...within reason. After all it would hardly do the bounty hunter any good to end up a bounty himself.
Another aspect to Suvo is his concept of family and honor. When he takes a contract he is the type to see it through to the end, and he has refused many a lucrative counter offer to turn the other way and let a bounty slip off once in his grasp. In that same vein anyone who Suvo has formed a lasting partnership with has a brother for life through thick and thin. He would soon take on a bull rancor with nothing but a vibroknife than betray or knowingly leave a brother or sister out to dry.
Abilities and Skills
An able shot from his thirteen years at war and nine years bounty hunting. His taught levels of ambidexterity makes him a formidable threat in a close range gun fight. Should the situation occur he will try to overwhelm an opponent with a blaster in each of his lower hands and his carbines in his upper hands with the stocks retracted. At mid range he will often focus on using his original D7 Blaster Carbine with the stock extended for increased accuracy. Solid with explosives he will often try to make use of them should he ever have the credits to actually afford them, in the mean time his size and strength make him an equally solid grenadier.
Suvo is a decent mechanic having picked up a few things here and there back in the war. He is also fluent in Basic, Besalisk, Twi'leki, Rodian, Durese, and Huttese
Suvo suffers from space sickness and has all his life. While he understands space travel is important to the job he absolutely hates it and often feels nauseous on short trips, anything longer than a day will often have him waylaid and vomiting. He also has almost no skill with slicing or anything beyond basic levels of operating technology, and while he can pick a lock he will often try to avoid it in favor of making his own entrance.
Equipment
D7 Blaster Carbine X2
4C Blaster Pistol X2
(Knock-off) "Guardian" Hold-out Blaster Pistol
Chest, Back, and Wrist components of the BlasTech Medium Armor custom fitted to his frame from his days in the Galactic Army of the Republic
Goggles
Custom tailored black duster
Concussion Grenades X3
Frag Grenades X2
Vibroknife
The Happy Hunts of Suvo Tona
