Name: Vaudan Rehn Other Aliases/Nicknames: Jugoran (name on dog tag) Race: Human-Cyborg Age: Unknown, assumed to be mid 30's
Mechanical: 22% (left arm shoulder down, right eye, right hand, left leg from the knee down) Skin: Sand Height: 6'2 Weight: 250lbs (due to machinery being heavier) Hair Color: Brown Eye Color: 1 Brown eye Place of Birth: Unknown (Drommund Kaas) Skills: Mechanics, Cybernetics, Computers, Survival, Melee Weapons (knives)
Languages: Basic Character Alignment: Chaotic Evil Affiliation: Sphinx Microsystems (SMS) Occupation: Creates cyborgs from willing/unwilling victims for SMS
Mentors: Genevieve Buerki, CEO of SMS Alive Family: Unknown Hand-to-Hand Styles: Advanced hand-to-hand
Weaponry and Misc Items:
- Xray scanner in eye
- Heat scanner in eye
- Scarab Mark VI Assassin Droid
Blaster - single barrel, specialized rounds Head - removable shield that buckles into arm, triggering holoshield around it Face - mask has earpieces for comms, visor has infrared, nightvision, and thermal Mouthpiece - filtration system and voice modulator Bracers - left side - carbonite spray, right side- micro computer and comlink Belt- 2 shock rounds, 2 explosive rounds, 6 high velocity rounds Pouch with medpac, stun cuffs, rebreather, and datapad, 1 vibroblade daggers, 1 durasteel dagger Boots- Magnahesion grips for walking, durasteel tips flip out to durasteel blades Armor: Undercover Attire:
Hidden potentially silly talents or well known facts:
- Emotional detachment that can come off as cruel and mean (it is) - Thoroughly enjoys the chase - Does not ‘enjoy’ eating and drinking- simply does it out of necessity - Survivalist expert - Suffers from sudden flashbacks of his life before his ‘death’, which can lead to blackouts - Never smiles - Will take out anyone in the way of his goal
- Developing battle tactics, not knowing why he enjoyed this - Hunting down bounties for experiments - Dagger-throwing (deadly accurate up to 20m) - Experimenting with cybernetics and bio-mechanics
- Bubbly personalities Favorite Genre of Music: Classical Favorite Food: Water
Favorite Drink: Ration bars Kindest Act: Unknown but likely during his military days Evilest Act: Stealing a child from their family so that he could test the difference in brain implants in a developed brain vs an under developed brain
Sentimental Items: Dog tags, the only link he has to his past
Vaudan was born into a military family. They were constantly on the move, from city to city on Drommund Kaas, and soon planet to planet. They never stuck around long enough for roots to firmly take hold. Even when it felt like a place was home, branching out and growing within the community was never given a chance before their belongings were packed and their destination was set somewhere else.
With both parents busy in the military, Vaudan was raised by nannies. Mirialan, Twi’lek, Kage.. they never lasted long. Vaudan was a handful, full of bubbling, unrelenting energy. He got into everything and had a mouth to go with it. The older he got, the more aggressive and cruel his words would become. He was the king of the playground. In class, he got what he wanted, whether that was someone’s homework to pass off as his own or a lunch that he thought was better than his.
By the time he was 12, his parents, mostly due to the recommendations of his teachers and past nannies and nothing to do with any real interaction they had with him (because they never really had any), had Vaudan sent to a military school back on his home planet of Drommund Kaas. The strict military training and hierarchy helped to not temper, but teach Vaudan how to mask some of his more cruel and bullying tendencies. He had dimples, a charming smile, and often disarmed those that he came across with his charm.
He graduated with top honors and decorations. For once, his parents acknowledged him and his accomplishments. He was their pride and joy, albeit 18 years too late. Now Vaudan was the one traveling around while his parents enjoyed retirement from the military. They would often call him on the holo, asking him to come by, but he always managed to find some sort of excuse to stay out in the galaxy, partaking in missions, often the crueler the better. He was a vicious soldier and when he worked up the ranks and command passed to him as a master Sergeant, he was known as a leader who took no prisoners and relished in the more violent, bloody battles. Nothing was below him. To him, it was all a great game and good fun. By now he had more than earned his nickname of ‘Jurgoran’ after the strong and ruthless apex predator of his home world. When he was 32, the Empire had gotten wind of a small but maximum security prison that the Republic ran on Belsavis. Vaudan was one of the first to volunteer his squadron for the invasion. It did not go well. Vaudan died in the onslaught, or so was believed. His body was so damaged, other soldiers just passed him over in their retreat. He lay there, barely alive but still clinging to life, for days. It wasn’t until an independent scientist, having been visiting the prison for research purposes, hauled him into her facilities. She rebuilt Vaudan, much of his body now mechanical, and gave him his old dog tags, which had his name and nothing else. Vaudan had no memory of what had happened, of who he was. Without purpose, Vaudan was sent on bounty hunts as a way to repay the time and credits that had gone into saving his “life”. He had retained his ruthless and oftentimes cruel streak, which made him an extremely efficient hunter. He didn’t care who he was working for or what happened to his prey afterwards. He just had this energy, this sense of violence, and he needed an outlet. Those that he brought back were often subjected to experiments, many times being turned into cyborgs like himself, whether they wanted to be or not.
After some time, he came to know that his rescuer was named Genevieve Beurki and she was the founder of a corporation called Sphinx Microsystems. They experimented with implants and technology, with a focus on perfecting the body through becoming cyborgs. Genevieve took a liking to Vaudan and his straightforward approach. She could tell he had potential, so she began to teach him. Vaudan took to his new purpose like a bantha to water, soaking in the knowledge of mechanics, computers, and implants like they were oxygen. He rose through the ranks, no longer just a simple body snatcher, but now HE was the one doing the experiments, partaking in creation of a superior being that was both flesh and machine. Nothing and no one could stop him.