Character Name

Ariserg Devigou by Septembersister

Species
Hapan
Career
Ace
Specializations
Driver
System
Age of Rebellion

3
Threshold 12
Current 1
Threshold 13
Current 0
Ranged 0
Melee 0

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Characteristics

2
4
2
2
2
3

Skills

Skill Career? Rank Roll
Astrogation (Int) X 0
Athletics (Br) 0
Charm (Pr) 1
Coercion (Will) 0
Computers (Int) 0
Cool (Pr) X 1
Coordination (Ag) 0
Deception (Cun) 0
Discipline (Will) 0
Leadership (Pr) 0
Mechanics (Int) X 2
Medicine (Int) 0
Negotiation (Pr) 0
Perception (Cun) X 0
Piloting: Planetary (Ag) X 2
Piloting: Space (Ag) X 2
Resilience (Br) 0
Skulduggery (Cun) 0
Stealth (Ag) 0
Streetwise (Cun) 0
Survival (Cun) 0
Vigilance (Will) 0
Brawl (Br) 0
Gunnery (Ag) X 0
Melee (Br) 0
Ranged: Light (Ag) X 1
Ranged: Heavy (Ag) 0
Knowledge: Core Worlds (Int) 0
Knowledge: Education (Int) 0
Knowledge: Lore (Int) 0
Knowledge: Outer Rim (Int) X 0
Knowledge: Underworld (Int) 0
Knowledge: Warfare (Int) 0
Knowledge: Xenology (Int) 0

Attacks

Range
Medium
Skill
Ranged: Light
Damage
Critical

0
150
100
0

Weapons & Armor

Personal Gear

Standard Clothing
Utility Belt
Negative Scanner Goggles (Hapan Racial Item)

Assets & Resources

Comlink (Handheld)
Toolkit

Critical Injuries & Conditions

Talents

Name Book & Page Description
Hapan Beauty Custom When attempting a social check the first uncanceled advantage is doubled.
Hapan Night Blindness Custom During the night or in places without lighting the Hapan’s perception and vigilance checks are tripled. In dim lighting perception and vigilance checks are doubled.
Full Throttle AoR - 67 Take a Full Throttle action; make a Hard (♦♦♦) Piloting check to increase a vehicle’s top speed by I for a number of rounds equal to Cunning.
Fine Tuning 1 AoR - 67 When reducing the amount of system strain a starship or vehicle suffers, reduce 1 additional strain per rank of Fine Tuning.
Grit 1 (Left Side) AoR - 67 Gain +1 Strain Threshold
Gearhead 1 AoR - 67 Remove ■ per rank of Gearhead from Mechanics checks. Halve the credit cost to add mods to attachments.
Skilled Jockey AoR - 67 Remove ■ per rank of Skilled Jockey from Piloting (Planetary) and Piloting (Space) checks.

Background

'Ariserg and his non-identical twin brother Amarcal were born from the disgruntled Aisanne Devigou who was tired of the string of sons she continued to bare. Ariserg was destined to grow up along with his brother, and eldest brother Bayrun under the shadow of Aisanne's duress. From a young age Hapan society on Ord Cantrell was detached from the rest of De Purteen, a world of its own. The girls growing up quickly put him in situations of submission, his boyish curiosity and trouble making slapped away and shunned.

As all males of Hapan society felt Ariserg before eight years of age experienced fear and awe for the female kind of his race. The effect made him ruly, but unable to please his mother. Ariserg and Amarcal watched their eldest brother train adamantly to improve his physical prowess. When the twins were ten years old young Bayrun was the one to win in tournament for their mother's right to rule and become Queen Mother. Not the right sex to give her any honor and not the right age to fight for it Ariserg took on other features of the society to try and be things Aisanne would have pride in.

He struggled to help the older men build and extend the manor, gardened, clean, labored as most Hapan males did to please the respected female sex. His twin worked with the local medic, keeping busy too. The early adolescents become separating for all three brothers who tried in their own ways to please their mother, now Queen Mother. Bayrun took up weapon as a royal guard beside her, Ariserg was busy outside, Amarcal in the medicine room. The family feelings held only with loose familiarity in features and Devigou name.

Whoever their fathers were, none of them knew. Ariserg was raised well not to ask. But it was obvious he and his twin had a different father than Bayrun, neither men their mother said a word about. In Hapan society the boys kept their head down obediently.

By thirteen Ariserg had earned the right to join the patrols and start martial training with some of the other Hapan males. The rigors were tough, but with his eldest brother being a shining example he had no choice but to follow it best he could. For the first time here Ariserg became familiar with his nephew Traparun. They trained together, equally sharing a disconnect from Bayrun who kept too busy keeping the Queen Mother safe.

His sore body, armored and weapon at hand had gone out the gates of The Hierarchical Manor for the first time. De Purteen was dirty, the bubble of reality he called home couldn't be replicated on the streets.

Ariserg had grown accustom his entire life to see aesthetically pleasing, humanoid, faces. What lived in the outside world was a catastrophe of blemished, mutant, alien, imperfection. It burned and soared the hatred, sealing his xenophobia tight into his psyche.

By nature the groups of Hapan wandering the night violently 'bartered' with the alien communities around. They threatened for protection money, shattered windows, broke bones, and left battered the aliens who tried to resist. It brought credits into his home, back to the manor. It also was the first time he could feel his mother proud, finding some use for him. The surge of violence was fun for he and Traparun - giving them purpose as growing men within Hapan society.

As Queen Mother and his own birth mother, Ariserg wanted desperately to earn her approval. And as his bond with Traparun grew, as did jealously for Traparun, son of the strongest man in The Hierarchical Manor received a more thawed, cool, shoulder from the Queen Mother compared to the icy skin Ariserg had to touch.

Patrols across De Purteen became routine expanding Ariserg's awareness of the city's layout. Fatefully a patrol led to a chopshop run by a Sluissi which disgusted all the Happen's by his appearance. The piles of junk among his property was filth to them, unpleasant and a perfect target because of it.

They stole credits, and with their batons beat the owner of the chopshop without hesitation. Laughing over the activity, crowned in delight by their cruelty. At their parting steps Ariserg noticed some groundcars and landspeeders on the property. One had its hood open, bearing a complexity of mechanics he'd never seen before. It snapped to his attention and clutched a permanent spot in his memory of the night.

Back in The Hierarchical Manor he tried to tinker with the landspeeders in the property. His internal monologue of shame told him it was wrong and in small attempt to hide what he'd done the landspeeder was parked behind some trees when he began to play. But he was caught by watchful women who were sickened by his wandering tendencies of men. Guilted into giving up the practice, the only place he could try now was at the chopshop which was appalling to him.

More patrol nights and Ariserg sneaked away from the other Hapan males to return to the chopshop and satiate his mind's desire. The wiring and pluming stimulated his mind unlike the practices at home. He got his hands greasy, dove into the groundcar which was all new to him and pulled away a soiled mess of vehicular fluids. Though he understood none of it, the maze was enchanting.

This pattern continued, once every other week, then once a week, every few days, and so on over months until he had built a reputation among his Hapans for a sense of independence but were clueless where he was going each night.

Eventually a toolbox was beside an open groundcar, waiting for him. Ariserg took the bait. Nights later, the man he had beaten months ago appeared as the Hapan young lad was playing with the tools. The Sluissi was named Tyresias Volos, and for as shocking and wrong as he looked this was the only one who allowed Ariserg to look where his mind wanted to.

It was difficult, not to be disgusted by him, the shapes of the galaxy were not all as pleasant as the ones he lived with daily. And yet he managed to stay side by side, keeping on hand the subject of landspeeders and groundcars, learning the trade of being a mechanic from nightly visits which at times lasted until dawn.

A strong relationship was beginning to form between the two. The Hapan saw less the alien of Tyresias and more the teacher. It made life weird and complicated for the son of the Queen Mother who had to live in two realities now because of this bond. He was trusting and looking forward to see Tyresias more than his own family, yet still felt in his heart that this man was lesser and unworthy. It was a poisonous combination of thoughts that caused him sleeplessness and made his brotherhood with Amarcal more estranged than it was.

And then he discovered the open road. He loved to fix things, but he loved racing even more. He was a thrill seeker by birth, the fire in his heart rushed with the reckless spurts across De Purteen. Behind the wheel the Hapan was a power of agility, maneuverability, and enough recklessness to do things which gave him the edge.

His budding behind the wheel wasn't able to grow wild and free. His first drives weaving through the alien-infested neighborhoods radiated his new discovered delight too brightly. Aisanne caught word through the stalking Hapan men walking out at night. Ariserg's signature hair, same as the Queen Mother's, was spotted. The royal feminine leader was also told of her son's relationship with the Sluissi he treasured.

A whole web was spun around Ariserg, events and tragedies-yet-to-come he could not see. The eager smirks on his face were the repressed excitement for the next night to come and for the Hapan prince to ride again. His brothers were curious, asking him what was going on, what had changed to make him as excited as he was, but it was disguised by the things his siblings wanted to hear.

The surprise was sprung on Ariserg: he found Tyresias' garage burned and his body beaten to death on the property. Their memories were warped, and charred by vandalism. The young man somberly realized his friendship with Tyreias hadn't been an act of resistance against his mother and The Hierarchical Manor, but an inevitable promise of the man's death.

As long as Ariserg kept on Ord Cantrell, he wasn't going to have the rush of the race again. His family was here, including his beloved and feared mother. He had an eerie sense she was waiting for him to return before striking further punishment for his incongruous behavior.

Young, chest tight with shock and a fiery temperament Ariserg fled from the scene. The time he had spent when he was younger patrolling the streets ironically made him more aware of the alien communities of the capital city. Though who was going to help a young man associated of beating and extorting these vulnerable communities? He was guilty of it himself, forced into atonement as he grieved Tyreias' sudden and violent murder.

While sitting at a Rodian restaurant with many alien eyes on him suspiciously, one of them happen to approach. Ariserg, aimless and left to sit alone in speedy thoughts listened to the man. While the Hapan's career behind the wheel was only beginning, he had drawn a few fans and whispers. Apparently Ariserg's counter-culture attitude to Hapan society and his flashy youth were a bit of good marketing and interesting.

Gwertt, the interested Rodian explained he was one of many thousands of talent hunters across the galaxy hired by a Hutt named Arlo Korgoll. Arlo was in search of anyone with interesting skillets and background, a runaway, hot shot driving prince matched the qualifications. Gwertt's pitch seduced Ariserg: an easy out was a blessing in his current position. His bones trembled with uncertainty , but the muscles, and blood were warm with curiosity and yearned for liberation.

Gwertt introduced Ariserg to one of Arlo's agents in Hutt Space who listened to the Hapan's story. Forwarding the credits to get the necessary tickets for travel, Ariserg's time with Gwertt ended the moment the Rodian spotted the Hapan getting on a shuttle off planet. Bitterly he left his twin brother behind.

Hyperspeed was a rush of its own, his first time leaving him smirking and woozy as it petered out. The Hapan had a curse of sticking out, he kept himself hidden behind goggles and jumped from terminal to shuttle, keeping his head low. The worry of straying and having a Hutt on him kept Ariserg in check.

Finally landing in Hutt space things moved like clockwork as persons who knew of Ariserg were already there to extract and recruit him.

There was a miscommunication somehow, Ariserg was across space and his powerful mother wouldn't be able to politically or forcefully protect him. It was assumed Ariserg had his own ride, or means to one. Though the youth never met the Hutt, one of Arol's was certainly in the belief Ariserg was ready to race. Ariserg wasn't in a position to ask for more favors than the tickets paid for by the Hutt to get here, and thus he lied.

Through Korgoll Station's winding urban space dwellings the Hapan was in an urgent rush for a ride. His mechanically trained eyes were his only backup, searching through parked landspeeders and bikes for something decent for racing.

Kept in front of a cantina, a light blue beauty of a bike caught his personal attention. With decorative yellow Aurebesh on the side not only was the bike a good ride, it was stylish. Despite the risk he was taking, Ariserg knew he couldn't step back, no where to flee on a space station owned by the Hutt he was indebted to. He stole the bike and quickly got to the races where he now begins his life anew, hopefully winning back the money for the shuttle tickets and pleasing Korgoll.

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To the world of aliens and non conforming Humans in the underworld - he was becoming a star. He was Tyresias' driver now. What he couldn't get from Queen Mother, his mother, Aisanne had found in the most unlikely of sources. Now he walks through The Hierarchical Manor, passion in his steps, challenging the other males for his mother's respect and bold wherever he went. There was a divergence coming ahead of him, inevitably his secret kinship with an alien was going to be found out. Thought it scared him, it couldn't stop him from coming back to the beloved chopshop.

Ariserg had drive.

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