Type: Herglic Bartender
Roles: Bartender, morale officer, chief brewer, and acting captain of Rameseum II and M4
Quotes:
"Heyhey, it's beer time!"
Profile: Umino Broxin, the unflappably jovial bartender and longtime friend of the Rameseum Crew, is an expert at turning even a bad situation into a party. Umino started out his career as a drifter, having fled his domineering mother, and he soon got a loan to buy his own used starship and start a minor courier service. However, as luck would have it, he fell in with Mal Biron and Jaytayus Shipping (a Black Sun front) in the Sisar Run. Though he was temporarily investigated by the Rameseum Crew for possible leakages of information, his infectious good spirit gradually ingratiated himself with the Rameseum Crew, until Ramses "showed his love" with a small bomb in the power plant of his ship. Unaware of the perpatrator, he showed up at the still-forming Rameseum and offered his services, needing to pay off his loan. Zolar accepted him, and Umino soon proved his worth. Umino is a conniseur of many kinds of alcohol, though the quaffable kind (i.e. beer) is his personal favorite. This vice seems to replace the usual Herglic tendency to gamble, as he is not drawn to games of chance. However, he is also aided by an inhuman ability to tolerate drink. He has been known to drink- in considerable quantities- substances that are normally used to clean engines. Add this to an ability to encourage a good time in any one - or at least provide a reliable drink in a troubled world - and you've got the perfect bartender. The Rameseum Crew has also relied on him for his other talents - he has managed the Rameseum or Rameseum II whenever Zolar or Torill is not around to do so, and serves as a contact point or even backup on ground missions on many occasions.
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Type: Rogue Imperial Agent
Roles: Recurring Antagonist of the Rameseum Crew
Quotes: "Don't make me angry. You don't want to see me angry. You really don't want to see me- <BLAM>- oh, you're too late. So sorry."
More Details and Stats for Avvin
Profile: Avvin Darrst is an unstable character,
and that's a nice way of putting it. His career with the Imperials
began in the Academy, where he was classmates with a young Dex
and Cecil Dubreas (aka Zolar). Handsome, eloquent, friendly and
intelligent, he made friends with everybody and everybody made
friends with him. He excelled in all classes, graduating second
in his class after Dex, and went on to join the extremely elite
181st fighter wing, led by Baron Soontir Fel.
Yet Avvin's outgoing demeanor concealed a dark spirit. Avvin, despite his appearances, is extremely psychologically unbalanced. The psychobabble would be something like "manic inferiority complex with psychotic tendencies," i.e. he hates being bested and takes extreme offense at those who would do such a thing. Simply put, Avvin is cruel, prone to violent bursts of temper, merciless in combat and quick to anger, often carrying murderous grudges for years. His friendly demeanor managed to conceal this fact from Imperial psychological testers for long enough to get him into the good graces of Baron Fel. However, when he had a psychotic attack during a training exercise and attacked a wingmate, he was booted out of the wing. The Baron, however, saw promise in him, and managed to secure an undercover post with the ISB for the young recruit, as well as keep honorary status for him at the wing. His mission, infiltrating Outer Rim criminal syndicates, gave him a considerable amount of freedom, which he reveled in, basically doing whatever he wanted to disrupt society in general and revenge himself for the many "slights" he received. He met Torill Hendyker when infiltrating Sprax's organization, and immediately saw him as a rival. He has appeared at many subsequent times to sneak-attack and taunt both Torill and his former classmate Zolar.
When he is clear-headed, Avvin has the grace and professional skill of one well-trained in the military arts. But when his mood swings and he becomes violent, he is clumsy, short-tempered and brutal. This holds true for both personal relations and combat.
Type: Smuggler Prince
Roles: Smuggler, entrepeneur, all-purpose underworld contact
Quotes: "I've got a little idea in mind about that."
Profile: If you've got something illegal to do in the Outer Rim, chances are that Deken Klind (aka Dex) has already done it. Athletic, cocksure and with that touch of a Core accent that all the ladies just love, Dex is the ultimate swashbuckling rogue. Besides his trademark of smuggling, he has been involved with swoopracing, piracy and privateership, several criminal syndicates (including Black Sun) and outlaw gangs. His rap sheet fills five datapads, yet he treats it all with a careless, flippant manner one sees in only the best noble outlaws.
Dex is an old friend of Zolar, being in the same class as him and Avvin Darrst. He went AWOL shortly after graduation, however, probably because the strict life of the military did not suit him. In person, he is friendly and affable to one and all: a Robin Hood raised in the lap of nobility and living in the midsts of rogues. He generally doesn't talk about his past or why he does what he does, but rather about the next run or whatever scheme he currently has running through his head. However, it is known that he did have a brother who became an Imperial Inquisitor. It is on this subject and this subject alone that he shows signs of inner anger.
Dex often shows up unexpectedly, usually when the Crew is involved in some new criminal enterprise. He used to hang around the Rameseum and served as the voice of the smugglers there, but has since moved on to "bigger and better" things. He has recently fallen in with Leda Moonrider, also of Rameseum fame, after he rescued her from an Imperial betrayal. The two appear to be romantically involved.
Dex has black hair, which he used to wear pirate-style with a beard and a mane of wavy hair tied into a ponytail. He recently changed his look, however, and now goes clean-shaven with close-cropped hair. He fights with a pistol in each hand, John Woo style.
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