Rowan Blaqflame
| Rowan Blaqflame | |
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| Biographical Information | |
| Race | Kubaz |
| Homeworld | Unknown |
| Mother | Mora Shaasa |
| Father | Unknown |
| Spouse | None |
| Siblings | Twin sister, unknown name |
| Children | None |
| Born | Unknown |
| Physical Description | |
| Gender | Male |
| Height | 1.82 meters |
| Coloring | Greenish Brown |
| Eye Color | You'll never know |
| Political Information | |
| Affiliation | The Wraiths, House ExHilo |
| Rank | Militum Maior |
| Positions | Unit Commander |
| Prior Affiliation | None |
| Awards | Classified |
Rowan Blaqflame has no idea where he was born. His mother had been sold into slavery. Rowan's mother died at child birth, leaving the chance of finding out any type of family information impossible. His mother's contract fell to him, which left him as property of the Hutts. Not known for baby sitting, the Hutts had him and other young slaves run pick-pocket scams and petty thefts.
On one of those theiving expeditions, Rowan found a small pistol and it changed his life forever. The owner of the house he and his compatriots were rummaging through showed up and appeared to be upset with them. Without even a thought, Rowan took aim and put a round between the owners eyes. Word got back to the Hutt of this, and shifted his responsibilities more towards these newly discovered gifts.
The Hutts trained him in projectile and heavy weaponry. They grilled him in skills of the trade, fly/operate anything he might steal. He worked long and hard on computer systems, learning how to over-ride and compromise all the current systems. He quickly got a reputation for being subtle and highly efficient, seeming to excel at contract hits.
After an well thought out coup-de-ta orchestrated for the Hutts, Rowan was given his freedom. He wandered, seeking himself. After not finding himself in the galaxy itself he turned to those within it. After much soul-searching he decided he should put his skills to good use. He looked at the security force companies. They seemed to be nuetered in their approach to things. He looked at pirates, but he had as much chance of making it rich as getting a knife in his back from his fellow pirates. The Empire had a place for him, but then he would be someone elses slave and that didn't sit well anymore in his new reality. So the life of a Mercenary was the only way to go.
Looking at the various groups out there, Rowan felt he would fit best in that secretive group The Wraiths. The worked as most of the other organizations, but unlike those others they were not up for hire by the highest bidder. The Wraiths only took jobs where they were needed and usually it was for a good cause. Protecting those in need. Destroying the oppressors. This was something he could get behind.
Using his slicing skills, Rowan began putting out worms and traces. He left tracks everywhere he roamed, pretty much inviting inquiry, but his tracks were geared to be picked up by one group. It didn't take long. What he had heard about them was all true. Soon he was approached by The Wraiths, one Joruus Fell made first contact. After a period of tests and trials, Rowan was accepted into the ranks for official training.
Rowan excelled, knowing all of things they were looking for already. He rose in the ranks, starting as a grunt, then a pilot, on to a squadron commander and then unit commander. Still, although rewarding, there was still something missing. It was a good job, a really good job. He could see himself doing this for a long, long time. He still had that hole in his soul from not ever having a family. He craved that.
In his part of the universe, there were groups, Houses as they were called where like minded individuals pooled their efforts and worked for common goals. They were more than business partners, but more of a family. Rowan found a family that seemed to fit well; House ExHilo. After explaining his history, and a vote from the members, Rowan was accepted into the membership of House ExHilo. These were his type of people and fun ensued.
