Current title:
Novice Das Oberon
Current ID line:
BTM/NOV Das Oberon/Palpatine/Drakonan
Gender:
Male
Species:
Duros
Date of birth:
20 BBY
Place of birth:
Duro
Marital status:
Single
Family information:
It would not have been out of the ordinary for a clutch of Duros eggs to be raided by any number of Duro's predators. I presume this is what happened to my family. I don’t remember them. I’m not even sure if I’m from the surface or the satellite cities. I spent much of my youth hiding, observing, stealing, alone. There were the noises, smells, and oppressive isolation of the city to keep me company but otherwise I was a ghost in plain sight. That is until Zun caught me. I noticed him traveling the same path every day. Just a tired, old Duros that seemed to be an easy mark. I thought I could steal some credits from him without him noticing. That was a mistake, or maybe it wasn’t. Zun turned out to be the only family I had before joining the Empire.
Social status:
Generally positive albeit largely unknown.
I don’t have many friends, nor do I want to. I try to help who I can wherever I can but the Empire takes pretty good care of us. My mates in Lambda and I watch out for each other, and I guess I’d call them my brothers, but nobody else really knows who I am. I think that’s how I like it. Unless you owe some credits after a night out, I’d rather not be remembered.
Significant events of childhood:
Most of my youth was spent surviving in the streets. I learned all the skills necessary for survival, but I also learned how to gamble, steal, and get by when others would give up. Though old Zun taking me in really changed me for the better. He took me in as an apprentice at his metal fabrication trade. He helped build ships and fighters for the Republic and then the Empire. He taught me the history of our people. Our advancements in hyperspace travel and our legacy as explorers and adventurers. That didn't sit right with me as we stuck on these floating scrap heaps, building ships for our betters.
Significant events of adulthood:
My life is separated into two chapters. Before Zun and after Zun. His death sent me spiraling. The only stability I had was gone. I went back to my old ways but I was out of practice. I was caught and sentenced to work in the Imperial Shipyards on Corellia. Not the worst sentence. I liked the work. I liked being a ghost. Most of all, I liked stealing credits from the other "employees" in pazaak, sabacc, or holo-dice. After a year or two of work on various starfighter platforms and freighters I had enough credits to buy my "freedom." That surely never did me any good. I needed the structure. I needed to be faceless. I needed to live up to the legacy of my people. I gave my credits to one Imperial officer and sold my soul to another for a chance to fly a TIE.
Alignment and attitude:
Positive. I try to help who I can, where I can. Unless we're gambling... I look out for my brothers in the Empire and any kids we come across, but I'm not sure that's all too common in the Tie Corps.
Previous occupations:
Street Urchin.
Thief.
Metal Fabricator.
Starship Fabricator.
System Mechanic.
Hobbies
Pazaak. Sabbac. Building models of starships. Stinking up the hangar bay.
Tragedies in life:
Zun's death.
Phobias and allergies:
I am both terrified of and incredibly allergic to any semblance of downtime or freedom.
Views on the Empire and the Emperor's Hammer:
It gives me purpose. The Emperor's Hammer is my job. The Empire is the closest thing I have to a wife. My squadron is my family. I may not like it all the time, but I love it. I need it.
Reason for enlisting in the Emperor's Hammer:
That's a multifaceted answer. First, I needed something to do otherwise I'd be on some Imperial Prison Ship or working for a Hutt in the Outer Rim. Second, I wanted to see the galaxy. That's what the Duros before me did. Finally, I needed food and a roof over my head. The Emperor's Hammer fulfilled all of these criteria and offered me credits too!
Last updated:
2023-07-01
