Post by Ash on Sept 12, 2012 22:33:54 GMT -5
Name: Phantom/Zwei. Adam James. (Birth Name is Tristitia Invidia)
Race: Human/Firrerreo
Age: 30
Birthplace: Corellia.
Allegiance: Republic
Status: Special Forces
Rank: Lieutenant.
Height/Weight: 5’11” 180 lbs
Appearance: Zwei is a rather good looking fellow, with flawless face, wide cheekbones, and a narrow chin. His hair has an almost messy look to it: looking strait and windblown at the same time. It doesn’t really block his eyes and falls on either side and down the bridge of his nose, and falls around his ears and past the collar of his shirts. His skin has a very slight gold tint to it, looking more like a tan than anything.
His dark eyes, blue to the point of almost being black, have an almost dead, glassy look to them, and are almost always half lidded in an attractive manner, giving him a dark, roguish look. This look is actually his inner sadness and depression, which is hard for anyone to read, and almost always comes off as a near smug, im better than you look. Overall, his face has a very youthful appearance to it, making it seem as if he is at least a decade younger than he truly is.
Zwei's body is lithe, like a sprinter’s. While not the strongest, he is tone and in excellent shape. He isn’t the tallest person around and blends in just about anywhere he went. His clothing normally consists of a black suit with a red button up shirt, and a white t under that. He keeps a white kerchief in his left breast pocket of his jacket pocket. If he isn’t in a suit, he is in, typically, loose fitting clothes, to better conceal his pistols.
Zwei’s torso has a number of scars on it: mainly bullet scars from slugthrowers. While he has no internal damage, his body never got rid of the damage to his skin, so he carries the scars. He also has slash and stab marks from knives and swords, thanks to a number of hard training scenarios. His body may have been healed on the inside, but the outside shows the scars, which take years to heal.
You don’t see much of Zwei’s Firrerreo blood. He has two toned hair, naturally brown with a dark brown undertone, but he constantly dyes it its lighter brown. It’s become such a habit that once a week, at least, he is dyeing it as part of his normal routine. His skin, while not extremely noticeable, does pale out when he lets his emotions run free, or is scared, which isn’t often.
When on some sort of mission, he wears a white plasteel mask, usually with some sort of basic design on it, which is used to keep his identity hidden. He also wears black Echani light armor. This gear is easily hidden under a layer of clothing or two, usually a trenchcoat of armorweave, allowing him to sneak around public places withe ease. To improve his natural and trained stealth, he constantly wears a sound dampening stealth field generator.
The only thing he has from his past is a wedding ring, which, on the inside, has his and his once fiance's initials engraved inside the two loops of an infinity sign. He wears this on a chain around his neck. He calls it his good luck charm.
Personality: "I'm too young to be this broke!"
Zwei is a quiet fellow who tends to speak tersely unless he has reason to do otherwise. He has a less than trustful and friendly mode of thought when it comes to people. This is not to say he is a hostile sort, but rather detached from the majority of the people around him and tends to keep his thoughts to himself. He is a man who tends to be introspective, thinking over things often to himself and over-analyzing situations to the point of distraction.
Zwei is a man who has complete or near-complete, control over his emotions. He could be utterly pissed off and angry at something on the inside, and on the outside, hold a conversation and show fake happiness, enough to fool nearly any non-force user. Another quirk is that Zwei is and able and adept in lying. He can lie well enough to beat many different lie detectors.
If there is one emotion that Zwei never felt, or has no recollection of feeling, it is true joy and happiness. After killing for so long, everything just, to him, seems to form itself in a little pocket of his mind. He’s a conflicted man due to his past. His natural desire for a quiet peaceful life is in constant friction with his natural inborn killer instincts and a history heavily marked by violence. He sees himself as living in a separate world than that of the average person, a world of killing and blood that he has become so used to and so ingrained with his lifestyle that he doesn’t believe it is possible for him to live a normal life. Adding to this, he also feels that any relationships are futile, and has trouble forming any whatsoever. He has hopes of leaving Azura, but stays with them, ‘of his own free will.’ Free will isn’t something he believes in any longer.
Though Zwei may have a clean, good looking appearance in public, his personal self isn’t anywhere like that. His apartment is almost to the state of disrepair, with trash and beer bottles spread out, and a small layer of dust on everything. Just as often as not, Zwei sleeps on his couch. While in a place such as this, he is highly depressed, which he hides while in public, and, occasionally, contemplates suicide. He has very little regard for his own life.
Zwei has a distrusts of force users, especially jedi, and believes them to be fake. This is due to him losing his memory. What he does know of them is from holovids and books, which happen to be that they are protectors who help people. This led to his distrust, as if they were to do their job, he wouldn't be in the position where he is now. He acts colder to them than, generally, to anyone else.
A single word to sum up this man is 'Broken' for that is what he is.
Ships/Vehicles: None
Equipment:Light armor.
Plasteel Mask.
Sound dampening stealth belt.
Knives X3
Verpine pistols X2
Verpine Sniper rifle
Breaching charges
Stats: (Feeble, Below Average, Average, Above Average, Superior, Legendary)
Strength – Above Average
Agility - Superior
Intelligence – Above Average
Charisma - Average
Combat Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Pistols - Expert
Sniping - Adept
Hand to hand - Expert
Knives - Adept
Other Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Assassination. Expert
Covert ops. (Includes infil and exfil and stealth) - Adept
Multilingual (Basic, Huttsees (adept), Shyriiwook (Adept), Mando’a (Apprentice).
Sabotage (Adept)
Abduction/rescue ops (Adept)
Bio: The Past:
Zwei, born Tristitia Invidia, was the son to a Human mother and a Firrerreo Father. Suzanne Invidia was part the Republic, Military Intelligence division. Hidlida Invidia was with the Republic Ministry of Defense, the civilian side of the same job as Suzanne. Growing up, he never had much time to spend with his parents.
They would often go off Corellia and to other Republic planets, for one reason or another, leaving him alone with a nanny droid to take care of him. This nanny droid was called Elva, and had a sweet, if strict, personality matrix. Tristitia hated continuously dealing with the droid, and, any chance he got, escaped from her four armed clutch.
He went to school, did his homework, acted like any other child for the first 12 years of his life. He was happy to spend time with his parents when they were around, and was saddened when they were away.
Tristitia was your average child growing up. He played at school, even if he was a little bit of a trouble maker, but any child would be. He managed to avoid any serious trouble, though, so nothing ever really bad happened to the child. Growing up in a district with many Epicanthix, so he picked up on their accent: nothing major, but enough to sound exotic when he spoke.
Sometime after Tristitia turned 12, his parents never returned from a business trip. He learned two days after what happened that they were killed on Manaan during a flash Anti-Republic riot. Why though, he didn't know. Tristitia wanted nothing more than to seek revenge and kill who killed his parents with his own two hands. A week later, he learned that the Republic Special Forces took care of the deed, killing the person or persons who killed his parents He was told this by a former co-worker of his father. Denied his revenge, a bitter Tristitia drifted into a depression.
This was the first time Tristitia detached himself from the world. He did only what he had to to pass his class, so his grades remained average, or under. He was taken care of by his aunt, who was a lawyer, and who was also a widow. She spent more time with the child than his parents did, but not by much, and it was never the same. For years, his depression never lifted.
Tristitia drifted from his friends, and started really slacking off when he started school work. By the time Zwei his high school, almost 15, he was a delinquent. He got into fights regularly, and, in his second year, almost was kicked out of school, but all was cleared up.
Tristitia was labled as a delinquent during his first year of high school, which didn't really bother him too much, but it did give people the impression that he was part of a gang, which he wasn't. He eventually befriended a young man named Jonathan: Jonny-boy as he was called within the gangs. While neither were trained fighters, they were decent brawlers, and knew how to take a punch.
Jonny-boy was someone who was influential in helping to break Tristitia out of his depressive state. While at first, he decided to remain alone and do what he told, some overbearingly loud and obnoxious kid named Jonny-boy would always try to cheer him up. After a few weeks, though, Jonny-boy began to get real reaction out of Tristitia.
It was only a little bit longer after that that Tristitia and Jonny-boy were constantly together, usually slacking off somewhere. Jonny-boy began to spend less and less time around the gangs, which benefited Tristitia quite well, especially with his slow recovery. After their first year of school, compaired to how he was, Tristitia made some good progress.
Tristitia missed his first day of his second year of school, but came in on his second, without an excuse. His relationship with Jonny-boy resumed, and it seemed as if it would be easier for Tristitia to open up and branch off more. He also learned that Jonny-boy left the gang he was in, and simply became a delinquent.
Of course, as things has to be, Tristitia and Jonny couldn't avoid trouble. They were out for a walk at night when they were caught in a crossfire between two gangs, one being the one who Jonny-boy use to be apart of. Jonny-boy was shot in the stomach and chest, as well as a few other people. Tristitia was shot in the left shoulder and chest, temporarily collapsing his left lung.
Two people died that night: Jonny-Boy was spared, as he got kolto quick enough. He was in there for a good week and a half before being released. As soon as he was, Zwei and Jonny-Boy left the gang. In fact, Jonny left the town completely, heading for a smaller town on the other side of the planet.
When the authorities told the school principal about that night, Tristitia was nearly kicked out, and was only saved by his aunt and a known member of the gang, who confirmed that Tristitia was never with them, or the other gang, and was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. Without a valid reason to get kicked out, Tristitia resumed his normal school life, closed off from everyone again.
Tristitia's attendance, which was never the best, still needed some help, but at least he was making a little progress overall without his former friend around to pull him away. Progress went much better after meeting a young woman named Erin. It took him a little while to realize that he was making more progress on his attendance throughout that school year. Somehow, he passed that grade, which was almost as surprising as him passing his first year.
His third and final year of high school, he did even better, and slowly realized he was falling in love, and that he was less and less detached as time went on. Her parents were odd, yet very nice people, running a bakery. He spent most of his free time there, if not generally helping out, then freeloading.
Tristitia graduated high school with decent grades, and went to work with the Ministry of Defense Combat Division, moving to Coruscant. Erin, meanwhile, decided to go to college on Corellia, and kept helping out around her family’s bakery. The two kept in touch still, but the long distance relationship was hard. His first year out of highschool, up until he was just over 19, he traveled between Coruscant and Corellia, not just to see Erin, but to practice on his piloting of different ships, as per was his requirements with the Ministry. He said his final good-by at the time, to the young woman.
Tristitia was paired with senior members, so he learned quickly about his job. He learned to dress the part and seem inconspicuous. He also learned how to pick up cues on possible trackers and stalkers: pretty much anything that could lead that person to being an assassin. When not a bodyguard, he was tasked, usually as a door guard, or spent his time in the training room.
Tristitia learned some hand to hand combat and was an extremely skilled marksman. Whenever Tristitia had the time, He would work on bettering his skills. He learned much during his six month training for his job in the ministry, but learning combat and gaining his marksmanship skills were on him. He took extra classes, and learned how to survive with four or five hours of sleep a night.
Tristitia wanted to get better and stronger, wanting nothing more than to protect people. His parents death, as well as his thoughts and feelings for Erin help motivate him, and whenever he felt like breaking down or quitting, he thought about what he was working towards, and powered through it. After all, there was always a light at the end of the tunnel.
Tristitia began lone work as a bodyguard for government officials, often going around the galaxy with them. He gained much knowledge on different species from around the galaxy, and learned customs for many of them. Eventually, he stayed on long enough to be guarding senators as they made their way to and from Coruscant.
This led to him meeting a Corellian senator’s daughter, and shipyard owner (Atlas corp.), and a lesser known loan shark by the name of Claudia stone: a woman with dark blond hair, penetrating brown eyes, and a quality that made people want to listen and do things for her. Needless to say, she was fairly good at talking, and leaning things to her benefit. Whenever she came to Coruscant, she would have Tristitia as her bodyguard.
This progressed for a few months, until Claudia convinced Tristitia to leave the Ministry, after his contract of three years was up. Claudia Stone was 'around the late 30's', so, to the man, and everyone else, was a very attractive woman: her looks were one of the ways she pulled Tristitia to her, as well as the money. It was a better paying job: by a good couple hundred credits every paycheck, not counting any bonuses and perks.
Bodyguard work wasn’t the only work he did. Being the daughter of a senator, owning a shipyard, and being a loan shark, she had to be at the top of her game to deal with that. Anyone who decided to try to steal a ship, or fail to pay back there dues, was dealt with by Tristitia.
He began his work with Claudia at the age of 21, and got more training with different, sometime exotic, weapons, as well as some martial arts, mainly to stay in shape. While not the strongest person around, he knew how to use people’s body weight against them, and throw his own weight into people. He learned all of this over the years of working with Atlas Corp.
One of the missions took more than a month, and earned Tristitia a hit on his head. He was Just over 22 at the time, and was sent out by Claudia to deal with someone who decided to not pay back his due. Coruscant was the place where Tristitia started his search, going to the home of record for his target, a man named Chris. Tearing the place apart, he, and two other people working with Atlas went through all the records, and learned that Chris went to Zeltros, and that he had been in contact with a woman named Samantha.
That was the next destination for the small assembly of people. They travelled there in haste, and landed within the capital city, where their slicing expert learned that was where the messages were originated from. After back tracking the IP address, they found the place where the bills were being paid.
However, the place was abandoned, and, Tristitia determined, not very long ago: Probably only hours prior. He decided to wait out the time, each of the three rotating throughout two days of watching the house. Tristitia just ended his shift, and went to sleep when he got a call that their targets arrived back to the house.
Returning right back to the house, the three of them knocked. When the door opened, Tristitia vaguely recognized the man, but couldn't place where he saw him before. Despite that, this man was so taken aback at seeing his three random men appear before him that he didn’t realize that the other two stormed inside. They grabbed him, brought him into the living room, and tossed him on the couch: the woman was nowhere to be found.
The man tried to explain that he was a simple spice addict; that need for a high making him take money from Atlas Corp. and his failure to pay it back. Tristitia knew that such a lone would be stupid, so, after a little persuasion from the other two, told them that he was buying and selling en masse. He had his shipment stolen, which was why he couldn’t sell any of the spice, but was working on making money to pay Atlas Corp. back.
That was when an explosion went off: the front door was blown in. Quickly, Tristitia jumped on the other side of the couch. One member of his team managed to get cover as well. The third wasn’t so lucky and took a slug to the head. The took off while the intruders covered him. When the shooting stopped, Tristitia and the last member of his team ran after the intruders and their target.
The spaceport was their final firefight. It was four against two. Tristitia was shot in the left side of his torso, a flesh wound that looked worst than it really was, and was a nice target zone it seemed, and his teammate was killed. However, two of their opponents were killed, the target man was wounded and couldn’t fight anymore, and the fourth ran away.
Tristitia found the target, who was trying to crawl away, but was losing too much blood, and couldn’t go very fast with a hole in his leg. He tried to pull a gun on Tristitia, and got of a shot, hitting the man in the arm. Without a blink, the man pulled pulled his own trigger, putting the man down with a stun blast.
Accomplished, Tristitia took everything of use and money looted from the target man stole the starship who’s hanger they were in, and went back to Atlas Corp. and Claudia, with the target man, to report what has happened. He had detached himself one again after this mission, which brought back memories of Erin. After years of not talking to the woman, he decided to fly back to his old town and see how the woman was doing.
It turns out that she now worked and ran the bakery all by her lonesome, and was surprised and glad to see her old friend and lover. Her parents decided to go on a trip around the galaxy, leaving the small business to her. Tristitia worked with her for the next few days, catching up with each other and reminiscing upon old times. Tristitia kept some of his work a secret from the woman, but otherwise spoke freely.
Tristitia continued working with Atlas Corp. while living with Erin. The two were once again in love with each other; something which, on the inside, Claudia didn’t like, and she was very much interested in the younger man. She didn’t let him know that, but let him have his little fun. He was just under 23 at the time.
After he finally hit 23, Tristitia asked Erin to marry him, which she tearfully said yes. They were set to be married the next year. Work progressed normally with Erin and Tristitia, with the exception that Claudia was keeping the man longer and longer from his fiance.
Missions were going up in time away from Erin, putting distance between the two of them. Stress from work, Claudia, as well as being away from his home for so long finally caused Tristitia to snap, and he exploded on his Fiance in a harsh, nearly one-sided argument.
After Tristitia was all winded out, and he took a second to take a few breaths, he realised what happened. Erin was in the corner of the house before him, on the ground crying her eyes out. Something painful rose up out of Tristitia's gut, and he collapsed against the far wall, his own emotions, other than anger, flooding out.
When Erin witnessed this, she went to him, and they sat together, both emotional. She said that it was this man who she fell in love with, and couldn't stand what Atlas Corp. was making him do, and turning him into. Tearfully, Tristitia said that he would quit the corporation, and live a simple life here with his future wife.
The next day, Tristitia told Claudia that he was going to quit Atlas Corp. and enjoy a simple life. He didn't have a permanent contract like what he had with the Ministry, and all Claudia asked for was a few more months to get thinsg set up so he could leave. Agreeing, Tristitia left to go back home. Secretly, Claudia paid some mercs to give Tristitia a little gift.
At the age of 24, four months before he was to be married, Tristitia was in an accident that wasn’t an accident: a bombing of his speeder. His body was ruined, and it would take cybernetics, along with his natural healing abilities, for him to make a full recovery. Because he was on the job for Claudia, his second to last one actually, Atlas Corp. was the ones to pay for his surgery
Tristitia had to get much of his body worked on, and portions of it replaced. To begin, his eyes were damaged, and while his left wasn’t replaced, as it was least damaged, and there was no need to replace it, but it was modified. He lost the ability to see into the UV spectrum with his right eye, which is now full cybernetic, which is very hard to make out as a fake. It does reflect light like an animal and allows him to see in extreme lowlight conditions, as well as thermal capabilities. His cybernetic eyes pick up more subtle movements, allowing him to act and react faster than a normal person. His knees and elbows were replaced with Terenthium-Desh Alloy, because those joints were shattered and there was a good chance that they wouldn’t heal fully.
Finally, he has artificial ear implants. The fire from the crash melted his eardrums. He can hear higher and lower tones than before, allowing him to hear many things he couldn't before, and detect air pressure changes, such as a door opening.
To top it off, severe trauma to his brain, which was the slowest to heal, as well as a cocktail of drugs, effectively locked away most, if not all, of Tristitia's memories. He knows nothing of his life up to the age of 25.
He didn’t wake up until he was 25, though: a three month period of being in a coma, and most of that spent in a kolto tank. He woke up in a hidden complex on Tatooine, secretly provided by Claudia’s secret double life’s group, Azura, in a rundown warehouse where much of Tristitia’s new life would take place. He wasn’t alone, but had a few people there to help him out: or rather, abuse and break.
Azura was the name of a much larger organization made up of several smaller cells, which was spread throughout the galaxy, with holdings with the Republic, Sith, Hutts, Mandalorians, and some of the larger criminal organization. Claudia was one of the board members, and a supplier of credits and tech. In turn, it was Azura who rebuild Tristitia, and gave him the name Zwei, the second successful fully loyal assassin.
Zwei, as he was now called, was forced to go through physical therapy, getting his strength back, and accustomed to the new weight in his body. From before dawn until after dusk each day, he was force to run and train endlessly, and with little break.
Zwei's physical therapy doubled as a testing phase, so he could heal and see if his cybernetics would fully work with his body. He was the second subject to have a similar set of cybernetics, but Zwei knows not of what happened to the subject.
Zwei, knowing nothing else, did as he was told, and progressed through his therapy. His cybernetics had a 97% acceptance rate, and his body's natural healing capabilities were working as they should. They kept careful track of him to see if any of his memories surfaced from his scarred brain, but nothing outside of what he was taught was seen. He was but a puppet now.
Nearly a year after the 'accident', Zwei he was deemed of average for a human in terms of physical powers, and he was put on a rigorous training regime. To Zwei, the days all seemed to all blend in together.
From dawn until dusk, he was running, doing push-ups, sit-ups, pull ups… whatever he was told to. He learned not to talk back and simply do as he was told. It took less than a month for Zwei to become broken mentally, and that was where his body began to be rebuilt.
About a month and a half in, Zwei was trained with pistols, stooting pieces of scrap, bricks, old windows, whatever was out on the range. Days on end, he kept up the same repatition of simply sending an endless supply of rounds downrange. He got as good as shooting six small targets at a range of 50 meters in less than two seconds with a basic revolver-style slugthrower.
Zwei’s brawling, which he somewhat remembered, was tuned in and, while not a martial arts, consisted of a mix of a few martial arts. (The equivalent of muay thai, Jeet Kune Do, and boxing.) These were revised into something that he is able to bring forth at any time, and could also include a weapon.
For close combat weapons, Zwei was trained up on the smaller and more inconspicuous, never much anything large, such as swords. Knives and a fiber cable were his only tools. These were mostly for silent assassinations rather than full on combat. Therefore, he doesn't have as much training with them as someone else.
Stealth was a big thing: able to get in, close enough to the target and kill them, and get out, all without being recognized or sometimes, seen. Blending into the shadows was a main point. Couldn't have someone stumbling around now can we?
He was never let up from his physical training, which was constantly pressuring on him. His body was toned and honed into that of a killer, but his looks, which had youth to them thanks to his alien blood, didn’t make him look like a killer.
This brutal training lasted for six months: afterword’s, Zwei was sent on a test: kill a that had double crossed Azura mercenary. Total time on Tatooine: one year and 8 months.
This was the first real test, with Claudia, her current body guard, and two other board members from Azura. The man was aloud ten standard minutes to go inside the Tatooine complex, and get whatever he wanted from the armory. After the ten minutes were up, Zwei went after him. After a short stand-off, Zwei killed the man with a shot though his head. He had to detach himself again, his killing instinct showing in his eyes.
Zwei learned three days later that the commando was named Adam James an alias which Zwei took for himself, or rather, Azura decided to give him to blend in with the rest of the galaxy. After all, Tristitia no longer existed.
Zwei hated his work, but, because he had no recollection of his past, did what he was told to to the best of his abilities, which was substantial. He was given a small house on Corellia, far from where he previously lived. He picked up more skills, as well as becoming so detached from everything that he convinced himself that this was nothing but a dream he was living in.
When the Mandalorians decided to attack and try to take control of the galaxy, the mercenary people cut ties with Azura, leaving them hanging. Ties were also cut when the Sith attacked as well. Without these two powers, Azura sent out their assassin against both Sith and Mandalorians. He never really went up against force user’s without back-ups, unless he had a good jump, but he can get close to higher-ups within the Sith.
Mandalorians are a different story. He knows he needs to be careful around them, as well as know how to mix and mingle. He has picked up some Mando’a, and knows how to hold a basic conversation: he doesn’t really have a need to speak too long with them; otherwise, his missions could be compromised.
Still, he never felt like he was doing anything worthwhile, which was what he felt like he should be doing. Watching the news, he understood that the Sith and the Mandalorians were people to be defeated, but something continued to tug at the back of his mind.
He also began to thing about what his life was like before he became the man he was now. He began looking into things, using contacts he accumulated during his time with Azura, and tried to figure out who he was. He never even got a name of who he once was. He never felt distressed at this: he had nothing left to feel, and continued doing what he was best at: killing.
Eventually, working as an assassin earned him the nickname ‘Phantom of Azura,’ or just Phantom. He was feared outside of Azua, and looked up to as something more within. As Phantom, he wears a white mask basic designs, usually of blue or red. He earned it for his stealth, and killing, and generally causing internal chaos wherever he goes. He makes his living killing ‘of his own free will’ for Azura now, often retreating to his small house on Corellia.
Zwei both hated and liked the nickname given to him. He wore it only because it got him away from the names Zwei and Adam, which he despised more than anything else. He felt no enjoyment with anything he did, be it working or during his off time. At 28, young for a Firrerreo, even an hybrid like Zwei, he should have been out having fun. Instead, he was a broken man and a puppet, being forced to do what he was told until he got the will and the courage to leave.
It didn't take long after this for Zwei to finally get his break. He was to go into the Republic Military, and thats exactly what he did, after a few missions for Azura. Using his usual name of Adam, he was introduced into the Military, skipping the usual basic training, and he was shot strait into the Special Forces training. The months went fast, as he showed everyone up. This includes the instructors.
Once he was finished, he was given the commissioned rank of Lieutenant. He missed the Battle of Taris thanks to training, but he is now ready for action with the Pubs.
Azura
Azura, as it is known as, is a secret organization, ran by few and supported by many, most of them without their knowledge. They believe in the philosophy "Salvation through destruction" and work to bring peace to the galaxy by becoming the largest organization so that they can enforce their own laws, and root out all that is evil in their eyes. One of those at the top of Azura is a woman named Claudia Stone.
Azura work as a series of smaller organizations combined, allowing them to make money in a number of ways. In exchange for manpower and money, they want unwavering loyalty, and the ability to task out the organization as the rulers of Azura see fit, in order to make a profit. This leads to much work with shipyards, arms and armor manufacturers, and even smugglers, pirates, slavers, and anything and everything else in the underworld.
Throughout its history, Azura's greatest living weapon: their greatest assassin, soldier, and sniper went by one single title: The Phantom. Zwei is the current holder of that title. He will be until he dies or until he leaves the organization, and he only fallows the order's of Claudia.
RP Sample:Phantom, thank you for your debriefing. You are now excused. Please resume whatever business you may have.
Sure thing.
Zwei bowed himself out of the meeting room, looking at the four people sitting at the far end of the long table. After shutting the door behind him, he started off down the long hallway, not bothering to look out the windows at the Corellian landscape before him. Heading towards the exit, he passed few people, and stopped only to take a mint from the reception desk, winking at the lovely young woman behind it.
A small, almost smug smile on his face, he adjusted his suit’s jacket so it felt better, got into his fancy red luxury speeder, and raced back to his small studio apartment on the outskirts of town. He parked, as he always did, a few blocks away, and walked to the synth-brick apartment. The outside of it had a sort of homey, good look: he didn’t have a lawn to worry about.
Inside however, was a different story. It was a mess, with fast or easy to make food cartons spread out, as well as beer bottles and cans. There was no lighting inside, as he didn’t bother to turn on the lights, and it was mostly dark out: it was a half hour commute to the office building where this section of Azura was ran and back. Zwei felt a pain in his chest and head, and leaned on the back of one of the wooden chairs around a messy table. He put too much weight on it, and it fell backwards, tossing the man to the floor. He didn’t bother getting up, but rather laid there, his left arm covering his eyes.
Free will… yea right…
Race: Human/Firrerreo
Age: 30
Birthplace: Corellia.
Allegiance: Republic
Status: Special Forces
Rank: Lieutenant.
Height/Weight: 5’11” 180 lbs
Appearance: Zwei is a rather good looking fellow, with flawless face, wide cheekbones, and a narrow chin. His hair has an almost messy look to it: looking strait and windblown at the same time. It doesn’t really block his eyes and falls on either side and down the bridge of his nose, and falls around his ears and past the collar of his shirts. His skin has a very slight gold tint to it, looking more like a tan than anything.
His dark eyes, blue to the point of almost being black, have an almost dead, glassy look to them, and are almost always half lidded in an attractive manner, giving him a dark, roguish look. This look is actually his inner sadness and depression, which is hard for anyone to read, and almost always comes off as a near smug, im better than you look. Overall, his face has a very youthful appearance to it, making it seem as if he is at least a decade younger than he truly is.
Zwei's body is lithe, like a sprinter’s. While not the strongest, he is tone and in excellent shape. He isn’t the tallest person around and blends in just about anywhere he went. His clothing normally consists of a black suit with a red button up shirt, and a white t under that. He keeps a white kerchief in his left breast pocket of his jacket pocket. If he isn’t in a suit, he is in, typically, loose fitting clothes, to better conceal his pistols.
Zwei’s torso has a number of scars on it: mainly bullet scars from slugthrowers. While he has no internal damage, his body never got rid of the damage to his skin, so he carries the scars. He also has slash and stab marks from knives and swords, thanks to a number of hard training scenarios. His body may have been healed on the inside, but the outside shows the scars, which take years to heal.
You don’t see much of Zwei’s Firrerreo blood. He has two toned hair, naturally brown with a dark brown undertone, but he constantly dyes it its lighter brown. It’s become such a habit that once a week, at least, he is dyeing it as part of his normal routine. His skin, while not extremely noticeable, does pale out when he lets his emotions run free, or is scared, which isn’t often.
When on some sort of mission, he wears a white plasteel mask, usually with some sort of basic design on it, which is used to keep his identity hidden. He also wears black Echani light armor. This gear is easily hidden under a layer of clothing or two, usually a trenchcoat of armorweave, allowing him to sneak around public places withe ease. To improve his natural and trained stealth, he constantly wears a sound dampening stealth field generator.
The only thing he has from his past is a wedding ring, which, on the inside, has his and his once fiance's initials engraved inside the two loops of an infinity sign. He wears this on a chain around his neck. He calls it his good luck charm.
Personality: "I'm too young to be this broke!"
Zwei is a quiet fellow who tends to speak tersely unless he has reason to do otherwise. He has a less than trustful and friendly mode of thought when it comes to people. This is not to say he is a hostile sort, but rather detached from the majority of the people around him and tends to keep his thoughts to himself. He is a man who tends to be introspective, thinking over things often to himself and over-analyzing situations to the point of distraction.
Zwei is a man who has complete or near-complete, control over his emotions. He could be utterly pissed off and angry at something on the inside, and on the outside, hold a conversation and show fake happiness, enough to fool nearly any non-force user. Another quirk is that Zwei is and able and adept in lying. He can lie well enough to beat many different lie detectors.
If there is one emotion that Zwei never felt, or has no recollection of feeling, it is true joy and happiness. After killing for so long, everything just, to him, seems to form itself in a little pocket of his mind. He’s a conflicted man due to his past. His natural desire for a quiet peaceful life is in constant friction with his natural inborn killer instincts and a history heavily marked by violence. He sees himself as living in a separate world than that of the average person, a world of killing and blood that he has become so used to and so ingrained with his lifestyle that he doesn’t believe it is possible for him to live a normal life. Adding to this, he also feels that any relationships are futile, and has trouble forming any whatsoever. He has hopes of leaving Azura, but stays with them, ‘of his own free will.’ Free will isn’t something he believes in any longer.
Though Zwei may have a clean, good looking appearance in public, his personal self isn’t anywhere like that. His apartment is almost to the state of disrepair, with trash and beer bottles spread out, and a small layer of dust on everything. Just as often as not, Zwei sleeps on his couch. While in a place such as this, he is highly depressed, which he hides while in public, and, occasionally, contemplates suicide. He has very little regard for his own life.
Zwei has a distrusts of force users, especially jedi, and believes them to be fake. This is due to him losing his memory. What he does know of them is from holovids and books, which happen to be that they are protectors who help people. This led to his distrust, as if they were to do their job, he wouldn't be in the position where he is now. He acts colder to them than, generally, to anyone else.
A single word to sum up this man is 'Broken' for that is what he is.
Ships/Vehicles: None
Equipment:Light armor.
Plasteel Mask.
Sound dampening stealth belt.
Knives X3
Verpine pistols X2
Verpine Sniper rifle
Breaching charges
Stats: (Feeble, Below Average, Average, Above Average, Superior, Legendary)
Strength – Above Average
Agility - Superior
Intelligence – Above Average
Charisma - Average
Combat Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Pistols - Expert
Sniping - Adept
Hand to hand - Expert
Knives - Adept
Other Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Assassination. Expert
Covert ops. (Includes infil and exfil and stealth) - Adept
Multilingual (Basic, Huttsees (adept), Shyriiwook (Adept), Mando’a (Apprentice).
Sabotage (Adept)
Abduction/rescue ops (Adept)
Bio: The Past:
Zwei, born Tristitia Invidia, was the son to a Human mother and a Firrerreo Father. Suzanne Invidia was part the Republic, Military Intelligence division. Hidlida Invidia was with the Republic Ministry of Defense, the civilian side of the same job as Suzanne. Growing up, he never had much time to spend with his parents.
They would often go off Corellia and to other Republic planets, for one reason or another, leaving him alone with a nanny droid to take care of him. This nanny droid was called Elva, and had a sweet, if strict, personality matrix. Tristitia hated continuously dealing with the droid, and, any chance he got, escaped from her four armed clutch.
He went to school, did his homework, acted like any other child for the first 12 years of his life. He was happy to spend time with his parents when they were around, and was saddened when they were away.
Tristitia was your average child growing up. He played at school, even if he was a little bit of a trouble maker, but any child would be. He managed to avoid any serious trouble, though, so nothing ever really bad happened to the child. Growing up in a district with many Epicanthix, so he picked up on their accent: nothing major, but enough to sound exotic when he spoke.
Sometime after Tristitia turned 12, his parents never returned from a business trip. He learned two days after what happened that they were killed on Manaan during a flash Anti-Republic riot. Why though, he didn't know. Tristitia wanted nothing more than to seek revenge and kill who killed his parents with his own two hands. A week later, he learned that the Republic Special Forces took care of the deed, killing the person or persons who killed his parents He was told this by a former co-worker of his father. Denied his revenge, a bitter Tristitia drifted into a depression.
This was the first time Tristitia detached himself from the world. He did only what he had to to pass his class, so his grades remained average, or under. He was taken care of by his aunt, who was a lawyer, and who was also a widow. She spent more time with the child than his parents did, but not by much, and it was never the same. For years, his depression never lifted.
Tristitia drifted from his friends, and started really slacking off when he started school work. By the time Zwei his high school, almost 15, he was a delinquent. He got into fights regularly, and, in his second year, almost was kicked out of school, but all was cleared up.
Tristitia was labled as a delinquent during his first year of high school, which didn't really bother him too much, but it did give people the impression that he was part of a gang, which he wasn't. He eventually befriended a young man named Jonathan: Jonny-boy as he was called within the gangs. While neither were trained fighters, they were decent brawlers, and knew how to take a punch.
Jonny-boy was someone who was influential in helping to break Tristitia out of his depressive state. While at first, he decided to remain alone and do what he told, some overbearingly loud and obnoxious kid named Jonny-boy would always try to cheer him up. After a few weeks, though, Jonny-boy began to get real reaction out of Tristitia.
It was only a little bit longer after that that Tristitia and Jonny-boy were constantly together, usually slacking off somewhere. Jonny-boy began to spend less and less time around the gangs, which benefited Tristitia quite well, especially with his slow recovery. After their first year of school, compaired to how he was, Tristitia made some good progress.
Tristitia missed his first day of his second year of school, but came in on his second, without an excuse. His relationship with Jonny-boy resumed, and it seemed as if it would be easier for Tristitia to open up and branch off more. He also learned that Jonny-boy left the gang he was in, and simply became a delinquent.
Of course, as things has to be, Tristitia and Jonny couldn't avoid trouble. They were out for a walk at night when they were caught in a crossfire between two gangs, one being the one who Jonny-boy use to be apart of. Jonny-boy was shot in the stomach and chest, as well as a few other people. Tristitia was shot in the left shoulder and chest, temporarily collapsing his left lung.
Two people died that night: Jonny-Boy was spared, as he got kolto quick enough. He was in there for a good week and a half before being released. As soon as he was, Zwei and Jonny-Boy left the gang. In fact, Jonny left the town completely, heading for a smaller town on the other side of the planet.
When the authorities told the school principal about that night, Tristitia was nearly kicked out, and was only saved by his aunt and a known member of the gang, who confirmed that Tristitia was never with them, or the other gang, and was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. Without a valid reason to get kicked out, Tristitia resumed his normal school life, closed off from everyone again.
Tristitia's attendance, which was never the best, still needed some help, but at least he was making a little progress overall without his former friend around to pull him away. Progress went much better after meeting a young woman named Erin. It took him a little while to realize that he was making more progress on his attendance throughout that school year. Somehow, he passed that grade, which was almost as surprising as him passing his first year.
His third and final year of high school, he did even better, and slowly realized he was falling in love, and that he was less and less detached as time went on. Her parents were odd, yet very nice people, running a bakery. He spent most of his free time there, if not generally helping out, then freeloading.
Tristitia graduated high school with decent grades, and went to work with the Ministry of Defense Combat Division, moving to Coruscant. Erin, meanwhile, decided to go to college on Corellia, and kept helping out around her family’s bakery. The two kept in touch still, but the long distance relationship was hard. His first year out of highschool, up until he was just over 19, he traveled between Coruscant and Corellia, not just to see Erin, but to practice on his piloting of different ships, as per was his requirements with the Ministry. He said his final good-by at the time, to the young woman.
Tristitia was paired with senior members, so he learned quickly about his job. He learned to dress the part and seem inconspicuous. He also learned how to pick up cues on possible trackers and stalkers: pretty much anything that could lead that person to being an assassin. When not a bodyguard, he was tasked, usually as a door guard, or spent his time in the training room.
Tristitia learned some hand to hand combat and was an extremely skilled marksman. Whenever Tristitia had the time, He would work on bettering his skills. He learned much during his six month training for his job in the ministry, but learning combat and gaining his marksmanship skills were on him. He took extra classes, and learned how to survive with four or five hours of sleep a night.
Tristitia wanted to get better and stronger, wanting nothing more than to protect people. His parents death, as well as his thoughts and feelings for Erin help motivate him, and whenever he felt like breaking down or quitting, he thought about what he was working towards, and powered through it. After all, there was always a light at the end of the tunnel.
Tristitia began lone work as a bodyguard for government officials, often going around the galaxy with them. He gained much knowledge on different species from around the galaxy, and learned customs for many of them. Eventually, he stayed on long enough to be guarding senators as they made their way to and from Coruscant.
This led to him meeting a Corellian senator’s daughter, and shipyard owner (Atlas corp.), and a lesser known loan shark by the name of Claudia stone: a woman with dark blond hair, penetrating brown eyes, and a quality that made people want to listen and do things for her. Needless to say, she was fairly good at talking, and leaning things to her benefit. Whenever she came to Coruscant, she would have Tristitia as her bodyguard.
This progressed for a few months, until Claudia convinced Tristitia to leave the Ministry, after his contract of three years was up. Claudia Stone was 'around the late 30's', so, to the man, and everyone else, was a very attractive woman: her looks were one of the ways she pulled Tristitia to her, as well as the money. It was a better paying job: by a good couple hundred credits every paycheck, not counting any bonuses and perks.
Bodyguard work wasn’t the only work he did. Being the daughter of a senator, owning a shipyard, and being a loan shark, she had to be at the top of her game to deal with that. Anyone who decided to try to steal a ship, or fail to pay back there dues, was dealt with by Tristitia.
He began his work with Claudia at the age of 21, and got more training with different, sometime exotic, weapons, as well as some martial arts, mainly to stay in shape. While not the strongest person around, he knew how to use people’s body weight against them, and throw his own weight into people. He learned all of this over the years of working with Atlas Corp.
One of the missions took more than a month, and earned Tristitia a hit on his head. He was Just over 22 at the time, and was sent out by Claudia to deal with someone who decided to not pay back his due. Coruscant was the place where Tristitia started his search, going to the home of record for his target, a man named Chris. Tearing the place apart, he, and two other people working with Atlas went through all the records, and learned that Chris went to Zeltros, and that he had been in contact with a woman named Samantha.
That was the next destination for the small assembly of people. They travelled there in haste, and landed within the capital city, where their slicing expert learned that was where the messages were originated from. After back tracking the IP address, they found the place where the bills were being paid.
However, the place was abandoned, and, Tristitia determined, not very long ago: Probably only hours prior. He decided to wait out the time, each of the three rotating throughout two days of watching the house. Tristitia just ended his shift, and went to sleep when he got a call that their targets arrived back to the house.
Returning right back to the house, the three of them knocked. When the door opened, Tristitia vaguely recognized the man, but couldn't place where he saw him before. Despite that, this man was so taken aback at seeing his three random men appear before him that he didn’t realize that the other two stormed inside. They grabbed him, brought him into the living room, and tossed him on the couch: the woman was nowhere to be found.
The man tried to explain that he was a simple spice addict; that need for a high making him take money from Atlas Corp. and his failure to pay it back. Tristitia knew that such a lone would be stupid, so, after a little persuasion from the other two, told them that he was buying and selling en masse. He had his shipment stolen, which was why he couldn’t sell any of the spice, but was working on making money to pay Atlas Corp. back.
That was when an explosion went off: the front door was blown in. Quickly, Tristitia jumped on the other side of the couch. One member of his team managed to get cover as well. The third wasn’t so lucky and took a slug to the head. The took off while the intruders covered him. When the shooting stopped, Tristitia and the last member of his team ran after the intruders and their target.
The spaceport was their final firefight. It was four against two. Tristitia was shot in the left side of his torso, a flesh wound that looked worst than it really was, and was a nice target zone it seemed, and his teammate was killed. However, two of their opponents were killed, the target man was wounded and couldn’t fight anymore, and the fourth ran away.
Tristitia found the target, who was trying to crawl away, but was losing too much blood, and couldn’t go very fast with a hole in his leg. He tried to pull a gun on Tristitia, and got of a shot, hitting the man in the arm. Without a blink, the man pulled pulled his own trigger, putting the man down with a stun blast.
Accomplished, Tristitia took everything of use and money looted from the target man stole the starship who’s hanger they were in, and went back to Atlas Corp. and Claudia, with the target man, to report what has happened. He had detached himself one again after this mission, which brought back memories of Erin. After years of not talking to the woman, he decided to fly back to his old town and see how the woman was doing.
It turns out that she now worked and ran the bakery all by her lonesome, and was surprised and glad to see her old friend and lover. Her parents decided to go on a trip around the galaxy, leaving the small business to her. Tristitia worked with her for the next few days, catching up with each other and reminiscing upon old times. Tristitia kept some of his work a secret from the woman, but otherwise spoke freely.
Tristitia continued working with Atlas Corp. while living with Erin. The two were once again in love with each other; something which, on the inside, Claudia didn’t like, and she was very much interested in the younger man. She didn’t let him know that, but let him have his little fun. He was just under 23 at the time.
After he finally hit 23, Tristitia asked Erin to marry him, which she tearfully said yes. They were set to be married the next year. Work progressed normally with Erin and Tristitia, with the exception that Claudia was keeping the man longer and longer from his fiance.
Missions were going up in time away from Erin, putting distance between the two of them. Stress from work, Claudia, as well as being away from his home for so long finally caused Tristitia to snap, and he exploded on his Fiance in a harsh, nearly one-sided argument.
After Tristitia was all winded out, and he took a second to take a few breaths, he realised what happened. Erin was in the corner of the house before him, on the ground crying her eyes out. Something painful rose up out of Tristitia's gut, and he collapsed against the far wall, his own emotions, other than anger, flooding out.
When Erin witnessed this, she went to him, and they sat together, both emotional. She said that it was this man who she fell in love with, and couldn't stand what Atlas Corp. was making him do, and turning him into. Tearfully, Tristitia said that he would quit the corporation, and live a simple life here with his future wife.
The next day, Tristitia told Claudia that he was going to quit Atlas Corp. and enjoy a simple life. He didn't have a permanent contract like what he had with the Ministry, and all Claudia asked for was a few more months to get thinsg set up so he could leave. Agreeing, Tristitia left to go back home. Secretly, Claudia paid some mercs to give Tristitia a little gift.
At the age of 24, four months before he was to be married, Tristitia was in an accident that wasn’t an accident: a bombing of his speeder. His body was ruined, and it would take cybernetics, along with his natural healing abilities, for him to make a full recovery. Because he was on the job for Claudia, his second to last one actually, Atlas Corp. was the ones to pay for his surgery
Tristitia had to get much of his body worked on, and portions of it replaced. To begin, his eyes were damaged, and while his left wasn’t replaced, as it was least damaged, and there was no need to replace it, but it was modified. He lost the ability to see into the UV spectrum with his right eye, which is now full cybernetic, which is very hard to make out as a fake. It does reflect light like an animal and allows him to see in extreme lowlight conditions, as well as thermal capabilities. His cybernetic eyes pick up more subtle movements, allowing him to act and react faster than a normal person. His knees and elbows were replaced with Terenthium-Desh Alloy, because those joints were shattered and there was a good chance that they wouldn’t heal fully.
Finally, he has artificial ear implants. The fire from the crash melted his eardrums. He can hear higher and lower tones than before, allowing him to hear many things he couldn't before, and detect air pressure changes, such as a door opening.
To top it off, severe trauma to his brain, which was the slowest to heal, as well as a cocktail of drugs, effectively locked away most, if not all, of Tristitia's memories. He knows nothing of his life up to the age of 25.
He didn’t wake up until he was 25, though: a three month period of being in a coma, and most of that spent in a kolto tank. He woke up in a hidden complex on Tatooine, secretly provided by Claudia’s secret double life’s group, Azura, in a rundown warehouse where much of Tristitia’s new life would take place. He wasn’t alone, but had a few people there to help him out: or rather, abuse and break.
Azura was the name of a much larger organization made up of several smaller cells, which was spread throughout the galaxy, with holdings with the Republic, Sith, Hutts, Mandalorians, and some of the larger criminal organization. Claudia was one of the board members, and a supplier of credits and tech. In turn, it was Azura who rebuild Tristitia, and gave him the name Zwei, the second successful fully loyal assassin.
Zwei, as he was now called, was forced to go through physical therapy, getting his strength back, and accustomed to the new weight in his body. From before dawn until after dusk each day, he was force to run and train endlessly, and with little break.
Zwei's physical therapy doubled as a testing phase, so he could heal and see if his cybernetics would fully work with his body. He was the second subject to have a similar set of cybernetics, but Zwei knows not of what happened to the subject.
Zwei, knowing nothing else, did as he was told, and progressed through his therapy. His cybernetics had a 97% acceptance rate, and his body's natural healing capabilities were working as they should. They kept careful track of him to see if any of his memories surfaced from his scarred brain, but nothing outside of what he was taught was seen. He was but a puppet now.
Nearly a year after the 'accident', Zwei he was deemed of average for a human in terms of physical powers, and he was put on a rigorous training regime. To Zwei, the days all seemed to all blend in together.
From dawn until dusk, he was running, doing push-ups, sit-ups, pull ups… whatever he was told to. He learned not to talk back and simply do as he was told. It took less than a month for Zwei to become broken mentally, and that was where his body began to be rebuilt.
About a month and a half in, Zwei was trained with pistols, stooting pieces of scrap, bricks, old windows, whatever was out on the range. Days on end, he kept up the same repatition of simply sending an endless supply of rounds downrange. He got as good as shooting six small targets at a range of 50 meters in less than two seconds with a basic revolver-style slugthrower.
Zwei’s brawling, which he somewhat remembered, was tuned in and, while not a martial arts, consisted of a mix of a few martial arts. (The equivalent of muay thai, Jeet Kune Do, and boxing.) These were revised into something that he is able to bring forth at any time, and could also include a weapon.
For close combat weapons, Zwei was trained up on the smaller and more inconspicuous, never much anything large, such as swords. Knives and a fiber cable were his only tools. These were mostly for silent assassinations rather than full on combat. Therefore, he doesn't have as much training with them as someone else.
Stealth was a big thing: able to get in, close enough to the target and kill them, and get out, all without being recognized or sometimes, seen. Blending into the shadows was a main point. Couldn't have someone stumbling around now can we?
He was never let up from his physical training, which was constantly pressuring on him. His body was toned and honed into that of a killer, but his looks, which had youth to them thanks to his alien blood, didn’t make him look like a killer.
This brutal training lasted for six months: afterword’s, Zwei was sent on a test: kill a that had double crossed Azura mercenary. Total time on Tatooine: one year and 8 months.
This was the first real test, with Claudia, her current body guard, and two other board members from Azura. The man was aloud ten standard minutes to go inside the Tatooine complex, and get whatever he wanted from the armory. After the ten minutes were up, Zwei went after him. After a short stand-off, Zwei killed the man with a shot though his head. He had to detach himself again, his killing instinct showing in his eyes.
Zwei learned three days later that the commando was named Adam James an alias which Zwei took for himself, or rather, Azura decided to give him to blend in with the rest of the galaxy. After all, Tristitia no longer existed.
Zwei hated his work, but, because he had no recollection of his past, did what he was told to to the best of his abilities, which was substantial. He was given a small house on Corellia, far from where he previously lived. He picked up more skills, as well as becoming so detached from everything that he convinced himself that this was nothing but a dream he was living in.
When the Mandalorians decided to attack and try to take control of the galaxy, the mercenary people cut ties with Azura, leaving them hanging. Ties were also cut when the Sith attacked as well. Without these two powers, Azura sent out their assassin against both Sith and Mandalorians. He never really went up against force user’s without back-ups, unless he had a good jump, but he can get close to higher-ups within the Sith.
Mandalorians are a different story. He knows he needs to be careful around them, as well as know how to mix and mingle. He has picked up some Mando’a, and knows how to hold a basic conversation: he doesn’t really have a need to speak too long with them; otherwise, his missions could be compromised.
Still, he never felt like he was doing anything worthwhile, which was what he felt like he should be doing. Watching the news, he understood that the Sith and the Mandalorians were people to be defeated, but something continued to tug at the back of his mind.
He also began to thing about what his life was like before he became the man he was now. He began looking into things, using contacts he accumulated during his time with Azura, and tried to figure out who he was. He never even got a name of who he once was. He never felt distressed at this: he had nothing left to feel, and continued doing what he was best at: killing.
Eventually, working as an assassin earned him the nickname ‘Phantom of Azura,’ or just Phantom. He was feared outside of Azua, and looked up to as something more within. As Phantom, he wears a white mask basic designs, usually of blue or red. He earned it for his stealth, and killing, and generally causing internal chaos wherever he goes. He makes his living killing ‘of his own free will’ for Azura now, often retreating to his small house on Corellia.
Zwei both hated and liked the nickname given to him. He wore it only because it got him away from the names Zwei and Adam, which he despised more than anything else. He felt no enjoyment with anything he did, be it working or during his off time. At 28, young for a Firrerreo, even an hybrid like Zwei, he should have been out having fun. Instead, he was a broken man and a puppet, being forced to do what he was told until he got the will and the courage to leave.
It didn't take long after this for Zwei to finally get his break. He was to go into the Republic Military, and thats exactly what he did, after a few missions for Azura. Using his usual name of Adam, he was introduced into the Military, skipping the usual basic training, and he was shot strait into the Special Forces training. The months went fast, as he showed everyone up. This includes the instructors.
Once he was finished, he was given the commissioned rank of Lieutenant. He missed the Battle of Taris thanks to training, but he is now ready for action with the Pubs.
Azura
Azura, as it is known as, is a secret organization, ran by few and supported by many, most of them without their knowledge. They believe in the philosophy "Salvation through destruction" and work to bring peace to the galaxy by becoming the largest organization so that they can enforce their own laws, and root out all that is evil in their eyes. One of those at the top of Azura is a woman named Claudia Stone.
Azura work as a series of smaller organizations combined, allowing them to make money in a number of ways. In exchange for manpower and money, they want unwavering loyalty, and the ability to task out the organization as the rulers of Azura see fit, in order to make a profit. This leads to much work with shipyards, arms and armor manufacturers, and even smugglers, pirates, slavers, and anything and everything else in the underworld.
Throughout its history, Azura's greatest living weapon: their greatest assassin, soldier, and sniper went by one single title: The Phantom. Zwei is the current holder of that title. He will be until he dies or until he leaves the organization, and he only fallows the order's of Claudia.
RP Sample:Phantom, thank you for your debriefing. You are now excused. Please resume whatever business you may have.
Sure thing.
Zwei bowed himself out of the meeting room, looking at the four people sitting at the far end of the long table. After shutting the door behind him, he started off down the long hallway, not bothering to look out the windows at the Corellian landscape before him. Heading towards the exit, he passed few people, and stopped only to take a mint from the reception desk, winking at the lovely young woman behind it.
A small, almost smug smile on his face, he adjusted his suit’s jacket so it felt better, got into his fancy red luxury speeder, and raced back to his small studio apartment on the outskirts of town. He parked, as he always did, a few blocks away, and walked to the synth-brick apartment. The outside of it had a sort of homey, good look: he didn’t have a lawn to worry about.
Inside however, was a different story. It was a mess, with fast or easy to make food cartons spread out, as well as beer bottles and cans. There was no lighting inside, as he didn’t bother to turn on the lights, and it was mostly dark out: it was a half hour commute to the office building where this section of Azura was ran and back. Zwei felt a pain in his chest and head, and leaned on the back of one of the wooden chairs around a messy table. He put too much weight on it, and it fell backwards, tossing the man to the floor. He didn’t bother getting up, but rather laid there, his left arm covering his eyes.
Free will… yea right…
