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Suvo "Crash" Tona
AGE
► 30
SPECIES ► Besalisk
HEIGHT ► 2.24m
WEIGHT ► 224 lbs
EYE COLOR ► Yellow
HAIR COLOR ► N/A, Auburn colored headcrest
HOMEWORLD ► Ojom
GENDER ► XY
FACTION ► Independant
RANK ► N/A
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 6,425 BBY, during the waning years of the Imperial Republica. 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 without Sith interference in their part of the Galaxy. 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 rise up against the forces of the Republica and later the Protectorate to varying degrees of success. With all the intrapersonal conflict within the Sith Empire cracks in their control continued to rise. 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 took the fight to their oppressors.
Those early days for Suvo were some of the most wild and reckless actions of his life. Full of piss and vinegar him and his fellows acted more with passion and dumb luck in targeting the few actual planet side garrisons of the Republica. The first assault was a rousing success, largely due to the lax nature of the guard and their natural resistance to the cold. The second garrison they hit though had learned from the first and by the time Suvo and his band struck they were ready. The battle, if it could be called that, was short lived, and of those who attacked only a third managed to retreat with their lives. Of which most had received injuries in some form or another. Suvo was only three of his community to survive the assault, and the horror of that day changed something within him. While some lost faith from the botched assault and quit the fight, others like Suvo took the lesson to heart. If they were going to free their home they were going to need to be better organized and better trained. So it was that with heavy heart Suvo Tona left the world of his birth to try and join the fight in the greater galaxy. His goal, to gain the experience to help free Ojom as well from the Protectorate and give it it's freedom once more.
"Yeah, we're all a little mad out here. What do you expect when the boot of the Sith is pressing down on your neck. So yeah we hit 'em fast hard and bloody, the Ondoron system will be free in my life time mark my words. 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 on too many planets against the Imperials. 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 oppressive chains forced upon it by the Imperial forces. He didn't think of his mother and father back home, and what might happen to them should they fail and the Imperial Republica's force strengthen. Instead he had made it his sole mission to fight for the only family that mattered to him, the "rag-tag" "extremist" cell of freedom fighters he had found on Dxun. His time in the conflict proved an apt teacher in many ways for 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 and his companions through those days, and when the Rebellion came calling it took them to Dantooine.
So one could imagine how they felt when just after gaining some reprieve, some equipment, and learning they weren't alone once they hit Dantooine. Only to have it all threatened by the arrival of an Imperial Armada. When Suvo heard the announcement he snapped his datapad in two and reached for his carbines while calling the 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. Death and destruction rained down upon them, and while some survived, the family he had cultivated never left Dantooine. The problem for Suvo was this war had been the only life he had known since he reached adulthood. Now it seemed all his hopes, all his dreams had gone the way of his friends. 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.
Suvo was born on the Besalisk planet Ojom in 6,425 BBY, during the waning years of the Imperial Republica. 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 without Sith interference in their part of the Galaxy. 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 rise up against the forces of the Republica and later the Protectorate to varying degrees of success. With all the intrapersonal conflict within the Sith Empire cracks in their control continued to rise. 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 took the fight to their oppressors.
Those early days for Suvo were some of the most wild and reckless actions of his life. Full of piss and vinegar him and his fellows acted more with passion and dumb luck in targeting the few actual planet side garrisons of the Republica. The first assault was a rousing success, largely due to the lax nature of the guard and their natural resistance to the cold. The second garrison they hit though had learned from the first and by the time Suvo and his band struck they were ready. The battle, if it could be called that, was short lived, and of those who attacked only a third managed to retreat with their lives. Of which most had received injuries in some form or another. Suvo was only three of his community to survive the assault, and the horror of that day changed something within him. While some lost faith from the botched assault and quit the fight, others like Suvo took the lesson to heart. If they were going to free their home they were going to need to be better organized and better trained. So it was that with heavy heart Suvo Tona left the world of his birth to try and join the fight in the greater galaxy. His goal, to gain the experience to help free Ojom as well from the Protectorate and give it it's freedom once more.
"Yeah, we're all a little mad out here. What do you expect when the boot of the Sith is pressing down on your neck. So yeah we hit 'em fast hard and bloody, the Ondoron system will be free in my life time mark my words. 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 on too many planets against the Imperials. 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 oppressive chains forced upon it by the Imperial forces. He didn't think of his mother and father back home, and what might happen to them should they fail and the Imperial Republica's force strengthen. Instead he had made it his sole mission to fight for the only family that mattered to him, the "rag-tag" "extremist" cell of freedom fighters he had found on Dxun. His time in the conflict proved an apt teacher in many ways for 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 and his companions through those days, and when the Rebellion came calling it took them to Dantooine.
So one could imagine how they felt when just after gaining some reprieve, some equipment, and learning they weren't alone once they hit Dantooine. Only to have it all threatened by the arrival of an Imperial Armada. When Suvo heard the announcement he snapped his datapad in two and reached for his carbines while calling the 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. Death and destruction rained down upon them, and while some survived, the family he had cultivated never left Dantooine. The problem for Suvo was this war had been the only life he had known since he reached adulthood. Now it seemed all his hopes, all his dreams had gone the way of his friends. 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.
Abilities and Skills
An able shot from his thirteen years at war and four 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 knows minor 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
E-33 Blaster Carbine X2
VBP-11 Blaster Pistol X2
(Knock-off) "Guardian" Hold-out Blaster Pistol
Chest, Back, and Wrist components of the Medium Combat Armor custom fitted to his frame from his days in the various extremist groups he fought with.
The arm components to his armor come with a Whipcord thrower on the lower right arm.
Goggles
Custom tailored black duster
Datapad
Concussion Grenades x3
Frag Grenades x2
"Vibroknife" Echani Vibro-Sword (that's not a knife, this is a knife situation)
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