Cael Graigan

Cael Graigan
Biographical Information
Race	Corellian
Homeworld	Corellia
Mother	Alyssa Graigan (Estranged)
Father	Alexander Graigan (Deceased)
Spouse	None
Siblings	None
Children	None
Born	Day 30 Year -28 (Aged 40)
Died	N/A
Physical Description
Gender	Male
Height	6'2
Coloring	Light tan
Hair Color	Black with streaks of gray
Eye Color	Blue
Political Information
Affiliation	Independent/Freelance
Prior Affiliation	Galactic Empire

Cael Arcturus Graigan, a Corellian born on Day 30 Year -28, is a freelancer, pilot, and expatriated Imperial soldier.

Biography

Early Years

Brought up in an overly-protective upper-class environment, Cael escaped childhood and adolescence with little issue. His parents were wealthy business owners, built on a foundation of code violations and (quite literally) skeletons in their closet, and Cael was the only heir. Knowing that their past may one day return to haunt them, they made sure their son was protected and taught self-defense, a skill that would serve his later career as a soldier.

He then joined the company at age 15 as a member of the board of directors, something that the rest of the chairmen disapproved of. However, Cael's economic prowess began to show itself, and chose to step down from the board to lead another department after pressure mounted. By age 21, he had nearly taken over the business as a whole, with sales incrementally rising every quarter. All was an apparent success, until his father unexpectedly died of a heart attack during a business summit on Coruscant. When this occurred, stocks fell astronomically, leaving the company utterly worthless as investors continued to bail and sell all their shares. After his father's funeral, the lawyer charged with being the executor of his estate only gave Cael a single word, given in confidence by his father: Hammerfall.

Hammerfall

"Hammerfall" ultimately was the password to his father's terminal, enabling a different user interface from the one Cael was used to seeing. Within it, a hologram of his father was projected, explaining that if he had been given the word, it was under the pretenses of unnatural causes of his death. His father's recording continued to tell the tale of how he founded the company on the backs of assorted criminal enterprises, including assassination, Ryll, blackmail, and smuggling. The hologram later concluded that it was likely an operative with a rival crime family that had infiltrated the company. The hologram ended, and the terminal ejected a holodisk of information. Dossiers, locations, names of front organizations, and criminal history.

After, he confronted his mother about the conspiracies of their past, in the now nearly derelict mansion of the Graigan family. Instead of a reasonable discussion, he caught her trying to destroy his father's terminal, unbeknownst to her that he had already taken the data. Both pulled blasters. Unwilling to be turned into law enforcement, and Cael unwilling to let her go unpunished for the lies, they went their separate ways, forever. She departed for parts unknown with the remaining fortune they had left, and Cael stayed, to set fire to the estate. He watched the flames of the estate dance and die, leaving smouldering embers to glow in the twilight, then departed himself.

Then, after much investigation, Cael discovered that the operative was a member of a low-tier syndicate within the Tion Cluster named "The Suits" for their focus on the antiquated 52-deck of playing cards. Determined to sabotage them from within, he assumed the alias of "Andrew Rivas" and became an initiate.

Jack of Diamonds

"When walking the path of vengeance, first, get even. Only after, you take all they have left."

— Corellian proverb

The Suits, while one of the lower tier crime organizations, was tightly controlled. Their ranking structure focused on the cards from the deck of 52, separating their members into four distinct categories: Spades, hitmen and assassins. Clubs, enforcers and loansharks. Hearts, bodyguards and "clean-up". Diamonds, smugglers and planners. Cael ultimately fell in as a Diamond, more specifically, a smuggler, as it was the least illegal of the other work within the group. Showing he had a knack for the line of work, he became a Jack, a lieutenant, within the organization at an accelerated place, thanks to an occasional bribe and some of his higher-ups falling prey to "accidents". This firmly put him within the inner circle of the syndicate, taking advantage of their trust to access their data core. He sliced into their network and extracted coordinates for their safehouses and locations of key members. Cael anonymously leaked the documents to the Tion Hegemony and various bounty hunter factions. The foundation of the organization obliterated, it collapsed within itself, no longer a threat it once posed. His thirst for vengeance satisfied, Cael moved on.

Hard Liquor; Hard Times

Believing his work on the wrong side of the law had stopped, he begun doing work for the right side. For nine years, he was a mercenary for Union-aligned factions in the Outer Rim. After a particular firefight that tore apart a large amount of his squad, becoming wounded in the process, he retired completely.

Imperial Service

After much time traveling the galaxy, Cael believed it to be time to join the Empire to have steady work and citizenship. He signed up for the Academy. Much older than normal enlistees, other trainees referred to him as "Old Man Graigan". Once sparring sessions began, they slowly began to respect him, even if he was derisive to them for their original disrespect. Cael ultimately graduated with honors from the Imperial Academy.

Reaching the rank of Sergeant at an accelerated pace, he became disgusted with the way the Imperials dealt with their citizens, likening it to a thuggish line of thinking. During this time of doubt, he was arrested and detained by Imperial Intelligence for a crime did not commit. Ultimately exonerated from all charges after presenting evidence that proved his innocence, the idea to abandon the Empire entirely grew more and more tempting as the days went by. He career grew stagnant, and most of his assignments were patrolling backwater systems for months on end. After some time, he gave in, arranged for a ship to be left at his next patrol point, and then fled the Empire, AWOL and expatriated, to become a freelancer once more.

The Expatriate

"I'm living in an age, where they call darkness light..."

— Cael Graigan

After leaving the Empire, Cael was lost ideologically. Growing up under the Empire, he thought they were an honorable and civilized government. Only then, did he see that they were corrupt and held far too much power. He then looked to the New Republic, but only saw bloated bureaucracy and corruption. Ironically, he saw that groups like Eidola and Black Sun were much more respectable, though he disagreed with their methods. Cael continued drifting, unable to find a place. Until he realized, his place was to be free to do as he wished. To make a better life, outside of the Empire and the Republic's reach, was what he truly wanted. His childhood was built on criminal enterprise and murder, his adolescence were lies and grooming, and his young adult years were spent seeking revenge. And all the while, he thought he was doing the work of the light.

And so, he embraced the antithesis of what he believed, and became a smuggler, working for the elements he once despised. He purchased a ship, took on a crew, and began what he believed to be his own life.

Political Views

Cael holds his stance that he's neutral in the conflict, and regards the New Republic with as much disdain as the Empire. He also supports the idea of a free and independent Corellia, out from under the Imperial and Republican boot-heel, to become a neutral economic and manufacturing superpower.

Appearance

Cael is most often seen wearing somewhat formal attire, for instance, a black fedora with white band, a black business suit, and white dress shirt with black tie. He carries a number of weapons on him, not including a combat knife strapped to his right ankle, a DD6 in a shoulder holster within his jacket, and a DL-44 on his hip.

He is an average height for a Corellian, at 6 foot 2 inches.

Personality

"You wanna know what he is? He's tall, dark, and loathsome..."

— Name Undisclosed

Cael is most certainly a grim man, and is not easily slighted by anyone, even people he puts trust in. He is derisive to anyone but those in his crew, faction, or those he's in professional relations with. In these cases, he is seen as calm, collected, and some would claim, even humble. But to those that set off his ire, he is condescending, inflammatory, and ruthless. Rumor has it, he beat a man to death with a pool cue for attempting to threaten a woman in a cantina.

His Imperial psychological evaluation profiles him as "while most certainly chaotic in his methods, he is cold and calculated in his premeditation. He is straightforward, forthcoming, and honest; something unlike most that come through my door, but cold and dead silent. However, by my estimates and the evaluation tables put in place by the Academy, he is stable enough to serve and be effective".

Known Vessels

• YT-1300 Deference for Darkness

• Action VI Transport Apocalyptic Ablution