Not really!
Description
This Balorim is noticeably less thick and heavy-set than many of his fellow Balorim. Many of the rings of fat that traditionally fill out his caramel-brown skin are absent on this one, and his thick flesh seems harder and more accustomed to rough living and long crawls than a life of business-like ease. Watery, sea-green eyes look out upon the world from atop his vast body, standing bloody near eight feet tall when at full rise, what fat he does carry concealed beneath his iron-hard exterior.
His skin is primarily the dark, deep brown of caramel, lightening slightly at what passes for his face, the single nostril of the Balorim recessed slightly behind that coarse skin, dark flesh lower down scraped and dirty from where it constantly rubs on the ground as he moves, two relatively short arms dangling from the vast creature like branches from an ancient tree.
He is dressed in what a Balorim would call simple military uniform and what anybody else would call ridiculously tacky. The tunic he wears over his upper half is the royal purple of Balorim blood, gold lace and trip running up the collar and around the cuffs, marking him out as a man of considerable rank. A chestful of the medals Balorim military men are fond of awarding each other covers much of his left half, and at the bottom of the tunic, a series of scarlet stripes declares his rank of a colonel. Two concessions are made to practicality: a thick, solid belt is slung across his midsection with a holster for a sidearm, and an earpiece and microphone are omnipresently fastened to his skull in case he is contacted.
History
Trusid jel-Bothan was born into a long line of military men. In the centuries where the Balorim began their colonisation of the galaxy, his ancestors had always been on the forefront, proudly carrying the Balorim flag and upholding the best of their martial traditions, and three generations of jel-Bothans served in the Galactic War. There was never any serious doubt that Trusid would join in that tradition, and even before he was officially allowed to join the military he was preparing for the career. In school, he was more known for athletics than intellect, and only the influence of his well-respected family kept him from expulsion early on.
At age twenty-two, the traditional age of enlistment, Trusid joined the Balorim Ground Forces and entered officer training. It was a time of peace in the galaxy, but also a time of tension, and though an ambitious officer could have quite the career there was little chance of -real- action. Trusid graduated as a lieutenant and began his military service bouncing between various Balorim colony worlds as part of planetary garrisons, gaining experience and gradually moving up the ranks.
There were some fireworks, however. In 2744, Trusid and his unit were sent to quell unrest in a Balorim poorcity, where the impoverished Balorim were staging a protest against their miserable lot. Trusid was many things but he was not a diplomat or negotiator: the result was a massacre in the poorcity that left dozens dead. But it also left the protest crushed and the poorcity thoroughly placated, and his superiors were sufficiently impressed to hand Trusid a promotion. Trusid, however, was far from impressed: he found himself more thoughtful and measured in action, and not entirely content with his role in the massacre. Desiring to get away from the site, he requested and received a transfer to a diplomatic post on the backwater human world of Persephone, to command the guard at the legation there.
Current Events
Settling in ...
Personality
Life is pain! From great pain comes great art! Life immitates art! (Funny how that circles around ... isn't it?) Trusid is above all a pragmatic realist. Even in his romanticizing of martial duty he deconstructs it down to base elements about which /ANYONE/ could feel passionately about. He is passionate ... unusually so for a Balorim. Whereas most of his peers are of the thought: 'why get your own hands dirty?' he is of the mindset: 'wade in up to your eyestalks'. He has made a career of 'getting his hands dirty' both figuratively and literally. He has rarely see true violence but what he has seen has made him think that diplomacy backed by the implied threat of force is the most beneficial strategy.
Concept
A warrior poet of newly found introspective reflection in the vein of Cyrano DeBergerac, Gurney Hallack, and Barry Sadler. He is NOT the brightest of mental luminaries but what he lacks in cereberal wattage he makes up for in corporeal deadliness. He sees civic service as the greatest form of good and military service the penultimate form of public service.
Awards/Medals
- Conspicuous Gallantry Medal
- Meritorious Service Medal
- Good Conduct Ribbon
- BDF Commendation Medal
Positions held
- Platoon Leader, Domat Troop, Chep Regiment, 1st Brigade of the 1st BDF Armored Cavalry
- Commander, Aleph Company, Chep Battalion, 18th Heavy Infantry Brigade
- Chief Tactical Officer
- Chief Security Officer
- Strategic Tactical Operations Officer
- Commander,1st Brigade of the 1st BDF Armored Cavalry
- Diplomatic Security Officer
- Guard Commander, Persephone