Jerak Tyg`ralie
| Jerak Tyg`ralie | |
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| Biographical Information | |
| Race | Coruscanti |
| Homeworld | Coruscant |
| Mother | Kristina Tyg`ralie |
| Father | Robert Tyg`ralie |
| Spouse | None |
| Siblings | Laila Tyg`ralie, Sophia Tyg`ralie, Isabella Tyg`ralie, Alexander Tyg`ralie |
| Children | None |
| Born | Year -22 Day 154 |
| Quote | "Yes, knowledge is power, but true power, is the execution of knowledge." |
| Physical Description | |
| Gender | Male |
| Height | 1.8 meters |
| Hair Color | Brown - Graying |
| Eye Color | Greenish-Blue |
| Political Information | |
| Affiliation | Akheton Corporation |
| Positions | Trade Federation - Prior |
Jerak Tyg`ralie is a Coruscantia and minor production mogul and architect. As a businessman, he is one of the largest galactic suppliers of handcrafted cigars, and perfumes. In addition, he is a lover of art, fine wine, and crystals; his penchant for luxurious collections has extended to various ancient relics, vast amounts of tobacco and smoke able plants, and an extensive wine stock. Politically, Jerak holds many anti-Galactic Alliance opinions after having viewed large scale economic corruption on their behalf during his trade-focused travels.
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Early life
Jerak grew up in sight of the palace district of Coruscant where his parents instilled in their children high virtues like self-sacrifice, respect and professionalism. Being a child to the wealthy elite and the aristocratic upper class of Coruscant, he enjoyed the best schools, fine foods and clothes and many other privileges. His family dotted upon him and his siblings honing their skills and teaching them in philosophy and their family history, and the importance of networking. He and his siblings had little interest in such things at such a young age, instead they wreaked havoc about the family flat, chasing each other and destroying furniture, at least until his family managed to enter into a partnership to purchase a massive beach resort, cementing the family an substantial income, when Jerak turned twelve. His parents hired tutots and began to plan various business moves that would shape the Tyg`ralie children into crime lords, industrialists, pilots and bankers. While their family was not overly powerful or wealthy enough to effect political or industrial events on a galactic scale, Jerak showed enough ability to manage their real estate holdings.
Imperial Youth
At the age of sixteen when he finally joined the Imperial Youth Program, where he met a woman named Katrina Azuria, he was instantly deeply in love with her, captivated by her features, and her intellect, upon their first meeting. He later remarked to his droid that ”Her features were not overly amazing, yet she captivates me, even to this day.” The relationship truly blossomed, when during a storm Jerak walked her home, carrying an umbrella so she would stay dry, and he became soaked. As he dropped her off at the door, she merely leaned up and kissed him, the water rolling from his face onto hers as they became lost in the moment. The couple continued to grow close over the next few years, studying business and the arts together, dreaming of creating a company and family. They went to one of Corsucants finest business schools, as a means to meet these goals. Finally after four years of dating, Jerak proposed, they scheduled a wedding a year in the future. Both families were estatic, both coming from prominent families the combined wealth of the families would have afforded them all greater privilege in the Empires slowly growing government. The happy couple had a small one bedroom flat in the business district of Coruscant, both of them were stock traders and were living an affluent lifestyle, expected of people of their upbringing. They continued to frequently attend political rallies supporting the ideas of the New Order, as well as having guests over every week, building a network of business partners who operated on both sides of the law. About six months after their engagement, Katrina was riding home in a speeder when a drunken pilot stuck the speeder instantly killing her. Devastated, at the loss of the woman he loved, Jerak turned to alcohol and drugs, experimenting on Ryll, and various other illicit drugs for a way out of the pain that ripped through him. One day, during a narcotic high he managed to create a perfume, using ideas they had for their business, and in this perfume, he imagined his potential wife; he desired to create a liquid form of captivating beauty. As he began to experiment and grow with the new-found interest as a way to cope with the pain, Jerak slowly created Tyg`ralie Fragrances. For years he slowly grew the company, until finally he was selling to the elite class around the galaxy.
Exploring the Galaxy
Having worked out a strong management team with the help of his sister and allowing them to run his company under his gaze for several months, output had steadily increased and more business and feedback was flowing. It was at this time, his sister confronted him, demanding he enter into rehab; he agreed reluctantly as they pointed out that Katrina would never have wanted this life. After completing the six months of rehab he returned a new man. But business was turning south and needed a new product, requiring inspiration and examples from around the Galaxy, Jerak travelled home to the Imperial capital of Coruscant to analyze the populace and study various lifestyles. After passing a number of Imperial Security Bureau checks inside the system, Jerak left Coruscant and began to explore the massive cities of the galaxy, taking various taxi rides to multiple districts. During the visits Jerak visited multiple clubs, bars and museums, interacting with all social classes, and offered those free samples of his current product; after weeks of successful idea gathering and marketing Jerak set off to return to his base. After returning home, he turned the ideas over to his team, who turned them into product and the company once again saw profit.
Federation
After running the Fragrances for years, Jerak managed to buyout his shareholders and place his sister Laila in charge of the company outright, Jerak, 36 sought to join the Trade Federation, and help the largest trade organization in the galaxy grow. The Hammerhead Class Frigate Serenity had made its way through hyperspace; the crew busied itself to their tasks, like blood in a living body. Jerak sat in his suite, drinking a glass of white wine studying his business charts. The Serenity was an older modeled ship, designed from a time far before the Empire and the New Republic, and to that Jerak felt a certain sense of admiration, it had survived this long to come into his hands. This particular ship had been repainted, and fitted to have a luxury level not expected for a ship of its class. The crew quarters, were larger and far better furnished, with two separate bedrooms with a common living area large enough for small parties, and a large latrine shared by everyone on the crew deck. Each bedroom had a full sized bed, locker, dresser, holo TV, desk, and night stand, the common room in each quarter’s area had a couch, and arm chair, with refrigeration device and food warming capabilities. The officer’s quarters were even more lavished, with each officer having their own private sleeping quarter, and latrine, with mainly the same furnishing’s just upgraded. The Serenity, was crewed by very few living personnel, with the majority of the crew being droids, it had allowed Jerak to cut labor costs and treat his staff far better than most. As the Serenity exited hyperspace, as gracefully as it had entered it, it found itself looking into Asrat, the new home for the Serenity, its crews, and its fleet. Jerak sighed as he closed the screens after exiting hyperspace, and made his way to the hanger, where his YT-2000 the Ascendance waited for him, Jerak ran his hands over the sleek walls of the Hammerhead, floors shinning after the fresh polish. As the doors parted to the hanger Jerak held his breath in the cool of the ships hanger bay, the hanger was barely filled, just the YT-2000 and two other shuttles for taking staff to the planets surfaces or stations for supplies. Jerak boarded the YT-2000 and entered the newly refitted cockpit and after receiving clearance to disembark, exiting the Hammerhead into the depth of space toward the factories of the Techno Union.
Corporate Advancement
Jerak spent several sweat covered months in the massive Federation factories, spurring his men onward to increase productivity. They had quotas to meet, the massive Corporation known as the Trade Federation had an image to uphold, and if one cog of the machine were to slow, so to would the others, an idea that he was sure that the senior leaders disliked. He wiped at the sweat and made a snap decision he would be leaving this place, he was far too old to toil away like this, in the depths of this bowels of these never ending lines of droids. He turned in his resignation leaving the Federation and traveled through Asrat for several weeks, buying ancient Relics, believed to belong to Ancient Sith and Jedi. Replicas, or artifacts of fallen Jedi were more likely, nonetheless he spared no expense in purchasing them. Afterward he entered into depression reaching out to local drug lords and becoming a frequent guest of various clubs; after a run in with police he was asked to leave by local authorities. Shortly after he traveled to Malicar to meet a business consultant in regards to increase his purchase cap on Malicar Crystal, only to go missing for several months. Upon his return his family through massive parties, sponsoring products of associates linked to various criminal organizations. Such as Khem`varian Casino’s, and Felix Shipping. As time continued he was caught in an accident when a speeder he was piloting stuck an air bus, police forces once again pulled Jerak to court, this time he was convicted and sentenced for laundering on behalf of a criminal organization and possession of Ryll, and he stood accused of possessing an mind enhancing drug that authorities did not release the name of. However, his family bribed several officials, leading up to his release and he suggested to be roaming the Outer Rim and visiting production sites, continuing to do business with wealthy criminals and pirates.
Naboo & the Clean Slate
Sometime during year 15, Jerak joined the Akheton Family, shedding his former assets he found himself a home, devoting much of his resources and connections to help the expanding conglomerate grow and thrive.
Description & Personality
Jerak, 36, is of Coruscanti descent, he stands tall at approximately five feet, ten inches, with graying brown hair; his eyes are greenish blue, and he tends to keep himself in athletic shape. Jerak, is a generally laid back man, with strong loyalties to his family and friends, he prides himself in Honor, and Professionalism. Most of Jerak’s life has been dedicated to studying Industry, trade, and the study of art and manipulation of aroma’s, some would suggest his fragrances have helped various political figures in democratic governments to win elections due to sensory manipulation.
Additionally he is a cultured man, with appreciation to High Coruscanti living, dining at exclusive restaurants, eating Moonglow three or four times a month, sponsoring museums and galleries. He purchased an extremely rare Firethorn tree, which he keeps in the yard of his palace. Jerak also prides himself on his emotional control during stressful situations, which he attributed to his childhood upbringing.
Languages and Skills
A polyglot, Jerak commands High Galactic, Bocce, Shyriiwook, and Dosh in addition to his native Galactic Basic Standard, these skills when coupled with his high management abilities have led to his production and construction efforts being more effective than some of his peers. Some may marvel at his ability to understand the languages that are not native to Coruscant, however Jerak attributes these developments to his child hood upbringing and dedication to learning he strove for as he struggled with his addictions.
Quotes
"At some point, you get pulled beneath the water, and feel yourself drowning, at that point you need to take control of the plunge and see that you dive for the pearl, or die."
"Language is a form of art, intricate, like the veins and arteries of a body, each second they tell a unqiue story, and a perspective no other person really shares."
"It is more important to be heard and unseen, than it is to be seen and not heard."
