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

"I am the saint of sinners, my friend. Why have you come to my aid?"

— Cael Graigan,

Cael Arcturus Graigan, a Corellian born on Day 30 Year -28, is a freelancer, businessman, artist, murderer, smuggler, pilot, mercenary, and expatriated Imperial soldier, though one may say "scoundrel" sums it up.

Biography

Childhood and Whispers on a Breeze

Mr. Cael Graigan, by no means an untroubled man, began his existence in the glamor of the Corellian elite. His parents were wealthy businessmen with a checkered past (as the tabloid holovids alleged), and held numerous supply contracts with legitimate and, as the words on the whispers often told, illegitimate enterprises. His childhood was normal for someone of his stature, and constant tutoring since an early age allowed his talents in economics to become apparent. With these skills slowly made even more heightened, he became a department head in the family business at sixteen and a board member at twenty. All was not perfect of course--such quick promotions smacked of nepotism amongst his family, though for a reason never claimed, they always kept him away from the books. As they claimed, book balancing was under him and such duties were relegated to the CFO. The CFO, a gentlemen of similar age and stature as his father, kept the books in line. Cael became suspicious of such a tertiary thing being kept from him, but never openly questioned it.

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 threatening a woman in a cantina. He also personally despises those with an egotistical or narcissistic outlook.

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