Post by Fansy on Jun 18, 2020 16:30:25 GMT -5
 Tylan "Lucky" Lassiter Full Name • Tylan Lassiter Nickname • Lucky Race • Human Birthplace • Nar Shaddaa Age • 32 Gender • Male Sexuality • Pansexual Faction • Empire Concept • Imperial Navy Commander Languages • Basic, Droid Assets •
Appearance Face Claim • Tadhg Murphy Height & Weight • 5’8 & 152lbs Overall Looks • Tylan is in many ways an average-looking man: not too tall and not to skinny, with just enough muscle tone to make his profile neat and handsome in an fairly plain way. If it were not for the life of hardship he wears so nakedly on his face, he'd be entirely unassuming. However, dark red circles are beginning to show around his heavy-lidded blue eyes in recent years, striking against the pallor of his pale skin: the telltale signs of stress and fatigue. Even when he smiles, the rings give his face an uneasy look to him. He has a permanent layer of stubble on his weathered face, framed by a mane of hair that is worn long and unkempt when off duty. There's the clear sense that he'd be an attractive man if he bothered to clean up, but he never had been one for grooming. As a man who had few possessions before joining the Imperial Army, Tylan is almost always seen in his uniform: standard issue for an officer in the empire’s navy. In contrast to Tylan’s weathered visage the uniform is impeccably neat in a way that makes it appear uncomfortable to wear. Unlike many officers Tylan does not bare any medals or distinctions on his uniform besides those earned fighting the Archeri Chorus, which betrays how new he is to his position in the Empire’s Military. Beneath this he always wears the good-luck charm around his neck: a large white pearl on a silver chain. His hands are scarred and calloused though his nails are well-kept, and a former gang tattoo is crudely inked in black above his left hip that has faded since it was first applied many years ago. Personality Profile Tylan Lassister is like many young men who grew up on the fringes of the galaxy: weary and somewhat cynical. Despite this most people note that he speaks with the cool confidence of a man who has it all figured out; not too uptight to relax or too afraid to crack a joke when things get dark. To those who do not know him this may indicate that Tylan is a level-headed man with an even temper and certainly not one to make rash decisions. However, his breezy, laissez faire attitude is all just a front designed to obfuscate the cauldron of emotion that bubbles violently just under the surface. Whilst calm and collected on the outside, Tylan has been conditioned from birth to always be on the lookout for danger. Every room is scanned for sight lines, cover, and escape routes. Every person is subtly assessed for their physical threat and possible ill-intentions. It is an unconscious paranoia driven by a long-held trust in his gut instincts: a sixth sense that has saved his life on enough occasions to earn him the nickname ‘Lucky’. In this sense Tylan is a soldier through and through; never ever truly leaving the battlefield no matter how hard he might try. Despite his eye for detail, Tylan himself has always been what might charitably be described as a “man of action”. His emotions often get the better of him and he has been known to break away from a plan and make snap decisions to go with his gut feelings, much to the frustration of his fellow soldiers. If he sees something that needs to be put right, he will act without permission. He can always be counted on to make a plan more complicated and is a difficult adversary to predict on the battlefield. Thankfully, this has not gotten anyone killed just yet, but just because it keeps working does not make his recklessness any less disconcerting. Tylan’s recklessness may stem from a lifetime of violence, and a desensitisation to common danger. At his worst he seems to have a straight death-wish, but at his best his battle sense is practically Mandalorian in its aptitude. He is not all about violence and warfare, however, as in his downtime he likes to relax by spending the hours tuning his guns, practicing his marksmanship, exercising, and drinking heavily. Often all at the same time. He is a good person to have on your side when your backs are against the wall and can always be counted on to pull through. He just needs someone to make sure he doesn’t end up working himself in to an early grave in the process. Background Father • Deggar Lassiter, 54, Dock worker Mother • Jinni Lassiter, 49, waitress Siblings • N/A Other Important Connections • • Ruula Selakka, 28 (deceased), Former Lover • Joko Selakka, 56, Former Exchange boss & mentor • Bo Talora, 22 (Deceased), Former gang member Overall History • Tylan Lassiter was born in the slums of Nar Shaddaa to unknown parents. Whether they died when Tylan was young or simply abandoned him at birth mattered little for, whatever their intentions, Tylan was left to fend for himself on the smuggler’s moon at a very young age. He was raised on the streets, trading gossip and rumour to local gangs for scraps of food to survive. Such gangs, unscrupulous as they were, often used children as spies and thieves due to their ability to fit through the tight spaces the adults could not. Tylan became one such child spy along with many other children: performing dangerous jobs for local Exchange thugs in order to eke out what meagre existence he could. It was a job that Tylan excelled at, as he had a knack for avoiding trouble at just the right moments. But kids did not stay young forever and eventually Tylan grew too tall to fit through those narrow maintenance tunnels like he used to. He and a handful of other kids who did not perish during their exploitation by the Exchange were recruited into the lowest rungs of the syndicate. The teenagers were all branded with gang markers, taught to negotiate with his fists and sent out to collect protection money from hapless merchants. By now Tylan was already loyal to the Exchange and his family of former child spies. The Exchange, scum though they were, had always provided for him and his ilk. As far as the young orphans were concerned the Exchange was their family. ‘The Tunnel Rats’ as his gang had come to be known among the rest of the Exchange, quickly graduated from roughing up civilians to tangling with other gangs under the Hutt Cartel’s power. The firefights were costly, and many of the former child spies died in these territorial skirmishes that seemed to be happening with more and more frequency. However, through sheer luck Tylan survived these encounters: blaster bolts would miss just inches from his face, and his gut could feel an ambush before it happened. Not all the Rats were so lucky, however, and eventually less than a half-a-dozen of them remained. Their hold over the slums was slipping by the day. Rumours from above said that the local Exchange boss, a Twi’lek by the name of Joko Selakka, was personally disappointed at the situation and was prepared to clean house if the rats did not sort things out. Change came when Tylan discovered the cause for the Rats’ ill fortune: another Rat by the name of Bo Talora had been feeding the Hutts information on their operations in exchange for kickbacks. The other Rats tracked Bo to one of his meetings with the Hutt gang and ambushed them in a fight that saw only Tylan and Bo left alive. Tylan dragged Bo before Joko Selakka who, lamenting to state of affairs the Rats had created, ordered Tylan to execute the traitor right there in his office. Tylan, enraged at the loss of his family, did not hesitate. Joko, pleased with Tylan’s willingness to act on command, asked Tylan if he had anything to say for himself. Tylan replied only that he was sorry for making a mess on the carpet. Thereafter Joko took Tylan under his wing and introduced him to the more intricate ends of the Exchange’s operations on the moon. No longer relegated to skirmishing in the slums, Tylan began enforcing Joko’s orders directly: appearing to other street gangs like the Rats to scare them into submission and weed out any dissent from within the Exchange’s lower ranks. Tylan proved to be an effective instrument in keeping the peace and his infamous excess of luck allowed him to thwart attempts on Joko’s life on multiple occasions. Tylan swiftly eased his way into Joko’s inner circle and found himself comfortably rewarded for his efforts with more credits than he ever knew was possible to own. Eventually, as Tylan became an adult, Joko found that the trust between the two gangsters had solidified after years of working together. For this, Joko was comfortable with tasking Tylan with the protection of his daughter: Ruula. The old crime lord had become paranoid of late and was convinced that the Hutts would target his family in order to diminish his command of the exchange. Ruula and Tylan’s relationship was shaky at first, as Ruula was resentful of being given a thug as a babysitter. However, after many months of spending time together the two became infatuated with one another and eventually fell in love. The union was kept secret from Joko for fear his growing paranoia would be turned on Tylan himself. The two lovers, sick of their lives on the smuggler’s moon, planned to elope and leave Hutt space forever. That time would not come, however, as it was around then that the Archeri Chorus arrived. The carnage that swept through the smuggler’s moon was unlike anything they had ever seen. The two lovers tried in vain to escape on the first shuttle off-world that they could, but there was no outrunning the chorus. As always, Tylan’s luck endured and he was able to outrun the invasion. Ruula was not so lucky, however, and in the chaos and confusion he was forced to leave her behind with nothing but her pearl pendant to remember her by. Overcome with grief, guilt, and anger, Tylan resolved to fight back any way he could. The exchange, as far as he was concerned, was not able to fight back against the kind of enemy the Chorus had shown them to be. He enlisted with the first army that would take him: The Imperial Navy. The Empire was in great need of warm bodies to throw at the doom that had been consuming Hutt Space and, after verifying that he did not carry the plague, kitted Tylan out and sent him to drive back the hive mind or die trying. Much like the Rats, Tylan’s unit in the navy was largely untrained cannon fodder to be thrown at the enemy to slow them down. Despite this, Tylan distinguished himself with single-minded ferocity and what his commanding officers called a tremendous battle-instinct. He survived whilst other new recruits fell around him and rose quickly in the ranks during the course of the war due to this. Whilst it may have seemed like luck that he advanced so quickly during the war he proved himself worthy of the rank of Commander at the deciding battles at Nar Shaddaa: his commanding officer was fatally wounded in the battle and Tylan was forced to assume his rank to lead the unit in retaking key strategic positions over the course of the fighting on the moon. For the briefest of moments after the battle Tylan finally felt at peace at having avenged his lover’s death and having played his part in ending a galaxy-wide threat. It was a pleasant and calming feeling that was somewhat alien to him, but it was not to last. Moments after victory the Republic turned on the Empire and Tylan’s fury woke again. In the absence of any other goal in his life, Tylan stuck with the imperial army and was commended for his deeds during the war. Now an Commander in his own right with a burning grudge against the Republic for their betrayal, Tylan sought little more than to turn his anger out on the galaxy once again, but he faces internal opposition from more seasoned elements in the Empire itself, to whom Tylan appears little else but a dangerous firebrand. |
