Name: Orin Charr
Age: 31
Height: 6’3"
Brief Info: Orin Charr has a common story for a kid born on Nar Shaddaa. An orphan growing up in the Undercity, Orin adjusted to life better than most. Having to grow up fast, he joined his first gang at a young age, running packages for the Hutt cartel, until he was old enough to hold a blaster. Despite how common death was, Orin learned to deal with losing others. He was able to become detached from what happened around him. As far as he was concerned, it was kill, or be killed. It made him perfect for the job.
Of course, Orin had zero desire to remain there. Just because he was cold, doesn’t mean he wasn’t aware of how horrible of an existence he was living in. When he was around the age of twenty, the first skirmishes with the Mandalorians had just begun, and Orin cashed in all his favors to get off Nar Shaddaa. The Republic was his ticket off world. Signing on, his life working for the cartel ended up translating rather well for Republic Intelligence.
An Officer by the name of Mak Zarander recognized Orin’s talents and through the course of the war the two worked together rather often. For Orin, the war was even easier to detach himself from. The wider galaxy as a whole was fairly unknown to him at the time, and the Mandalorian’s didn’t leave much to like. He didn’t hate the Mando’s however, he simply didn’t have much of an opinion of them. Recognizing that the Republic had been losing, the Jedi did leave far more of a mark on Orin. The heroics of the Jedi had saved him on many occasions, and Orin never even saw a great deal of combat.
It was through the interaction with Jedi, that Orin discovered he was a force sensitive. Something which he would briefly pursue after the war, before finding out he was too old for training. The rejection from the Jedi Order was only one of many reasons he began to dislike the Jedi. To Orin, the real Jedi had been those that had come to aid them during the war. They were the only reason the galaxy hadn’t fallen to the Mandalorians, and while he doesn’t trust the Sith, it wouldn’t have been all to difficult to recruit him.
Orin had almost joined the Sith Empire when approached by Mak Zarander, the same Officer that had recruited him to Republic Intelligence, but in the end, Zarander didn’t have the time needed.
Orin drifted from world to world after retiring from the Republic, finding odd jobs to make credits. He didn’t have much luck until he landed on Viscara however. It didn’t take him long to find work in an intelligence field once more, or even make friends. An odd group of friends they were at that. A wanderer named Solomon, a cyborg that seemed more robot than human at times named Kali, and a Mandalorian that didn’t revel in the war named Kallyn.
Personality: Orin is fairly detached to most things. In truth, he doesn’t have much of a personality at all. He didn’t have the time to develop one growing up, and in the Intelligence field, he was whoever he needed to be. Having ran into a smuggler of sorts he liked after the war, he adopted the man’s flirty demeanor, and made it his own as best as he could. Finding Solomon, a Wandering Force Sensitive raised by a Jedi, Solomon attached himself to the man, as a sort of Moral Compass. Orin knows right for wrong, he just has a hard time caring about most things. Still, he is good enough at putting up a mask that most people would never guess. Likely not even his closest friends.