Nox

Human, early thirties with brown hair and burn scars on his face.

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Nox was born on Dantooine. And until he joined the Republic Military at his earliest opportunity, very little else happened to him. Well, according to him.
As Nox grew up, he grew bored of Dantooine very quickly. However, the rolling grasslands of his sparsely populated homeworld gave Nox a degree of freedom that he would soon come to miss. He spent most of his youth outside, building hidden bolt holes, fixing up equipment, tracking the few predators of Dantooine and learning how to aim and shoot the civilian grade weaponry used to keep his family’s farm safe. He claims to have hunted and killed a Graal before he enlisted in the military. Whether this is true or not is anyone’s guess but that brings us to the next feature of his; his rather abrasive personality.
Upon joining the Republic Military and being assigned to his regiment, Nox realised that everyone but him was easily offended and had no sense of humour. His superiors realised he was a trouble maker destined to achieve nothing and cause problems. While Nox was in fact a very capable soldier, he was an expert smart mouth and pain in the ass. His commanding officers looked for any reason to have him removed from their command and more than a few of his comrades were happy when he left a unit.
Nox was in 4 different regiments in 2 years before an officer could look past his flippant attitude and insubordination to see the qualities he possessed. Nox knew inner-atmosphere craft well, could sneak into any place you didn’t want him to, had a knack for finding the easiest trails on his fitness exercises and was quite a good shot. His officer knew what a man like Nox could achieve in the right circumstances and so recommended him to the Republic Special Forces.
Nox excelled. His individuality that held him back in ‘line’ infantry served him well as a special operative. He passed selection comfortably and was assigned as a spotter to <redacted>. As years went by and as the members of <redacted> all fell in numerous combat engagements, Nox (now the unit’s primary sharpshooter) and his spotter, a Duros who went by the honorific ‘Traveler’, were, at last, the only survivors.
At this time, Republic High Command felt that <redacted> had ceased to be a viable unit and were ready to assign Nox and ‘Traveler’ to a regular unit as fire support. This was when the Madalorian War kicked into full swing and a group of mercenaries began to crop up in numerous intelligence reports. So, luckily for him (so he thought) Nox was spared the unpleasant fate of being a combat sniper and was attached as the Republic military’s representative to the crew of the Glorious Slug.

Nox

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