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(The Greegon have not employed proper last names, but sort of... serial numbers)
Occupation: Bounty Hunter
Eyes: Completely black. Including sclera.
Height: Somewhere near 7'4", in Earth measurements.
Figure: Bulky, large, and fairly muscular.
Other: He's got a scar scraping across his back.
Clothing: He just sort of wears the average cargo ship captain's clothes. Less suspicious this way.
Family: Glaug's got a mom and used to have a dad, and a little brother who he hopes will join what he's calling the family business.
Personality: Glaug is a brute. He's rough, he's rude, and he means business. He figures out how to use a situation to his advantage and he does it. He basically feels that if you can look the part, you can be the part. It's all in how you act. Attack their weaknesses and pray they don't see yours. He doesn't always follow his deals through, if he feels something better has entered the picture. He acts to benefit himself.
Strengths: He's a large person, and fairly loud, so intimidation is second nature. He's also a tad clever, and knows how to morph a situation to his advantage. For instance, how to back up a bluff, as long as those involved aren't in on his trick.
Weakness: As such a big man, he's not as fast as he could be. Weight isn't always key. He also becomes very flustered in situations he doesn't have tucked under his thumb. This tends to mess up his chances of getting out of them.
Likes: Power, for one. He's very fond of it, and it happens to be why he got into the business in the first place. He also tends to appreciate moments when he just barely makes it through in the nick of time. He likes the challenge.
Dislikes: When others have the upper hand, he flounders. Not to mention how much he hates when he's bugged for jobs he will never take.
Dream: In general, he wants to be in charge. He's in love with the lifestyle of making deals, and would wish to expand his power across the galaxy.
When Glaug was a little kid, he'd always dreamed of being a cargoshipman. It was quite a prestigious career, and he loved seeing the attention his father got from being one. He wanted to be able to do that, one day. He wanted to have all those people on his side. It was on his 10th birthday he'd asked to join his father at work, just for one trip. Oh, how he begged.
It wasn't until his 13th, though, that he got to go.
His dad took him to drop off some semi-processed uranium to a neighboring planet he no longer remembers the name of. He got to walk around the ship, see the merchandise - but not touch, never touch - and even watch his father close the deal. He'd always imagined it was a fairly simple job, but this proved it was much more. And he was in love.
Fastforwarding to the age of 24, he was applying to become a crewmember of his father's ship. At this point in his life, he'd been on a more than a few cargo routes, and his dad figured he was about ready. All he was meant to do on this first proper run was keep the crates steady. That was all.
But that didn't last long.
Their new pilot had forgotten to mention something rather important. His narcolepsy. Falling asleep at the wheel was probably the worst thing he could have done. His father had to take control of the helm, but it was seemed it was too late to get the ship back under control properly. The port was so close, but there was no way they'd be making a landing like this. He ordered his shipmates to huddle in the center of the ship, and this probably saved most of their lives. As the metal came crashing down on the planet below, ruining most if not all of the cargo - as if they'd want it now anyway - Glaug's dad was lost. The crew got a ride back to Greego, and Glaug never spoke about it since.
It wasn't until he was near 35 that he got near a ship again. But this time, he was handselecting the crew. Not a single person unworthy would be on board this trip. Within 5 years, he got bored of the lifestyle. He felt it was too... predictable. It was an adventure, as a young kid, but now it was just a job. So he found a better idea.
What was more adventurous than tracking down people with huge prices on their heads?
He pulled together his most loyal mates and commandeered his own ship from the docks. As a small crew of three, they set out in search of bounty hunting jobs. It wasn't long until they found a few, surprisingly, and Glaug decided that this would be the new family business. This was the sort of legacy he wanted to leave one day.
And so that's what he's doing.
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