A Clawdite hailing from Zolan, Emposs Tur lost his family to and had been taken to Ord Mantell by slavers. Accidentally freed during rival gang ambush. Rose to a middling rank within Black Sun. Took the face of someone that he knew of in town to later on fake his death by killing them. He killed his doppelganger and retrieved his private stash, and set out to find work as a hired gun in the slums of Coruscant. Unbeknownst to him, the Republic had an accurate list of Black Sun operatives on the Planet. Unfortunately, this included information that Black Sun did not have: he was a Clawdite. When the Republic began the raids on the Crime Syndicates, his stash was one of the first to go. Having returned from a recent job to an empty armory, the only things left to his name are his old friend's armor, the equipment in his pockets, and a big ol' gun.

[Armor Origins: Ever since starting work as a mercenary, Emposs only ever met one person he could call a friend. A Mandalorian bounty hunter named Vruz Dachurt, that he had a standoff with while on a job. They realized they weren't after the same people and decided not to try and kill each other. Instead, they decided to have a drink. The two quickly became friends and had worked with each other on a few bigger jobs later on. Unfortunately, their friendship was brought to an abrupt end after they had celebrated a successful hunt. They were heading back to Vruz's ship after a night of drinking. Emposs wasn't too drunk, at least, not as drunk as Vruz was. But as they were returning to the ship, they were ambushed by two people that had been allied with the last person they had taken down, one was in front, the other was behind them and not immediately noticed by either of them. Emposs and Vruz had managed to take out the one that was in front of them, but then Emposs heard the sound of an energy blade sinking into something and a grunt. When he turned he saw his friend, and the second assailant, who had stabbed him. Emposs shot the second assailant who fell down while still gripping the knife, so it was yanked out of Vruz's side, he made a pained sound as he fell to the ground. Emposs shot the assailant again to ensure that they were dead before rushing to Vruz. He helped him sit up and held him up while trying to stop the bleeding. Vruz winced as Emposs pressed his hand against his wound. There were no more words to be shared between them. What was done was unchangeable. They both knew where this was headed. As the last life left Vruz's eyes, Emposs briefly wondered if this was all his life would amount to. He shoved the thought aside as he stood and made the long walk back to Vruz's ship with the body of his friend. Their lives were always unsure. But he hadn't expected this. After a space-side funeral, that only he attended, Emposs did his best to mend the damage done to the armor Vruz had. And armed with the armor of his late friend, he returned to work in the gutter that had shaped him and killed his friend.]

A personal grudge against the Republic for taking everything that he had worked for. Would love nothing more than to watch them burn. Takes any jobs that he can get, but will jump at any opportunity to strike at the Republic.

A moderately tall man in Mandalorian armor that has dark grey plating over black cloth, the armor has a scar in it's left side due to damage that had been inflicted long ago that couldn't be fully mended. He's got a long dark brown open coat that goes down to his knees, modified to fit over the armor so that the Mandalorian insignia on the shoulders of the armor are covered. Because of the broader shoulders of the armor, the coat being over it gives him the appearance of having a slightly larger build than he actually does. He's got thermal detonators on his belt and a large rifle slung over his shoulder. He keeps his face concealed under a black Mandalorian helmet with a dark grey outline around a red-tinted visor. He only takes his helmet off when he's in a private place, and only around people that he knows he can trust.