Name: Kaldor Val
Species: Human
Homeworld: Coruscant
Occupation: Bounty Hunter/Assassin
Age: 29
Height: 185.42 cm or 6’1”
Weight: 210 lb (95 kg)
Hair: White
Pupil: Light red/pinkish
The Boy
There was once a young boy, born into a great and wealthy family on the Imperial world of Coruscant. Unfortunately for this young boy, he was born into this family through one of his father’s mistresses and therefore was seen as an outcast by the rest of his family. The fact that this boy was born without pigmentation in his skin only served to further the negligence towards him, with his own father labeling him a freak, ignoring the abuse that followed and erasing the boy from the family records. The boy became a servant, despite the wealth and serving droids the family already employed, and he was forced to bring out the food, do the housework inside the estate and face the wrath of whoever happened to be having a bad day. His only solace was in the vast knowledge his family had access to, an entire electronic library that went mostly unused unless his father had guests over and wanted to show off. The boy would spend what free time he had in the library, reading up on all he could, his mind absorbing every bit of knowledge that he came across, no matter the subject.
Having never been allowed outside, the only glimpses the boy had of the world was through the windows in the dining room. He could see towers and buildings, flying ships and a bright, wondrous sky that just called to him. Staring off into the distance was so easy, and the few times he became lost in the endless horizon, he’d paid the price.
As the years went by, the boy began applying the knowledge he read in his books to his daily life, learning how to twist conversations around and redirect his family members anger onto each other instead of at him, taking the time to teach his body how to endure the physical abuse and learning mental exercises on how to lock down his emotions when his family members did become enraged. But with this knowledge, the boy also began to understand that he was trapped in this life, unless something drastic happened. He wouldn’t have the chances the other children received, simply because of his skin color and who his mother was. The realization of all this caused something to break inside the young boy, but at the same time it also steeled his resolve. He didn’t care if his actions would send him to jail, or to his death.
He just wanted a way out.
His father’s weapon collection was easy enough to break into, a glass case with a keypad combination. He’d watched his father open the case many times before, when the man wished to add an extra bit of pain to the boy’s punishments, and the combination had been something the boy had been certain to memorize, just in case. Disabling the security systems and serving droids was an even easier task, having worked around them for the past sixteen years of his life. It seemed that everything in his childhood had been leading to this point and as he held the bladed weapon in his hands, the boy knew that everything would work out for the best…
Kaldor
The year was 10 ABY when Kaldor Val appeared at the age of 22, working alongside members of the Granse Confederacy. Known throughout the group for his technical expertise, melee fighting skills and his wealth of knowledge on even the most mundane subjects, Kaldor was the guy chosen whenever someone needed to be taken out without morality getting in the way. The target never mattered; a crime boss, a witness under protection or just some random alien who pissed off the wrong person. His lack of moral compass led to Kaldor’s eventual nickname of ‘Grey’, a name the man was happy to take pride in, turning it into a call sign. Any time he offed someone carrying an official seal, logo or gang sign, he’d splash a line of grey paint along it, just for the fun of it.
Despite the grunt work, Kaldor appeared rather pleased with his position. In an organization where promotion and advancement were highly sought after, Kaldor seemed to be the exception. Personable and friendly, known for his witty banter and inability to keep quiet, he was often found buying rounds for his fellow hunters at the cantina’s and getting into fights over his unyielding words. This sort of unorthodox behaviour cast all sorts of suspicious eyes down on Kaldor from the higher ups throughout the years, some wondering if he was mentally unstable or an enemy agent. More than a few ‘accidents’ were arranged to cut the bounty hunter’s life short, none of which succeeded.
It seemed the only factor that could pull Kaldor from his unnaturally optimistic state was the act of threatening or harming a child. In one case, Kaldor killed a fellow hunter in front of the group he was with, when the man pushed a homeless teenager to the wall and threatened to beat information out of her. Kaldor simply drew his weapon, and shot the hunter in the head before ushering the teenager off. While rumors circulated about what Kaldor had done, the lack of a body and the fact that the other hunters who had journeyed with Kaldor all had different stories about what went down, ultimately led to nothing. The danger of being killed off was simply a part of the job, after all.
As the years passed, Kaldor found himself growing bored with the repetitive nature of the bounties that the Confederacy was handling, any sense of the challenge he once felt ebbing away and making the choice to go freelance and pursue tougher targets in higher stake situations. Hosting one final farewell party, Kaldor ensured that everyone was invited out and had plenty to drink before slitting the throats of the lieutenants who had attempted to kill him in the past. Those who were still sober enough to pay attention all happened to be looking the other way when the deeds were done. After all, with a few lieutenants gone, it would mean a fresh wave of promotions for the others, and in an organization where promotion and advancement were highly sought after, free promotions were rare indeed.
Kaldor ‘Grey’ Val disappeared after that, some claiming he made his way off world to work for the Hutt’s or New Republic, hiring himself to anyone as a ‘fixer’. Other’s claimed he was simply touring the galaxy in search of work that would bring him knowledge and the challenge’s he sought.
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