Jan Salincho

Name: Jan Salincho

Nicknames/Aliases: None

Species: Sephi-Human hybrid

Gender: Male

Age: 26

Homeship: Little Needle







Height: 5'8"

Weight: 150 lbs

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Style: Feathered, slightly more than shoulder length

Hair Color: Brown and black mixed

Facial Hair: N/A

Skin Color: Light tan

Build: Average bone structure but very well-muscled and strong

Distinguishing Features: Forehead tattoo, ears shorter than a sephi's while still resembling them.

Apparel: Combat Apparel // Common clothing //

Weaponry: DC-17m (with attachments) // DD6 Pistol // Vibroknife // Stun Baton

Equipment: Stun collar, utility kit, ammunition, flare gun, starship maintenance tools, datapad, licenses for bounty hunting and mercenary work, holocommunicator





Profession: Spacer, Mercenary, Bounty hunter, and similar things.

Skills: Small arms, brawling, speechcraft, mechanics, and piloting

Force-Sensitive: No

Training: Pseudo-military training by his parents practically from birth and several years on his own as a mercenary

Vehicle: Balutar-class swoop bike

Starship: Helix-class interceptor/freighter "The Thin Line"

Other Possessions: A holo of his family, one of which looks identical to Jango Fett

Companions: "Zero" Mixed R-series astromech droid. Painted white and violet





Factional Affiliation: Loosely Republic

Rank: Cooperator

Sexual Preference: Heterosexual

Relationship Status: Single

Personality: Jan usually comes off as something of a walking paradox most of the time, acting and speaking in a very refined manner while also showing remarkable willingness for aggression. He holds himself to standards and seems to believe that manners are important, even when dealing with enemies, but will not hesitate to act harshly if he feels it called for. Generally, he measures insults by how much he believes the speaker can back them up and will let impotence fly in one ear and out the other. For the most part he is mercenary by nature and will usually go where the credits go, but he has limits to what he will do and prefers to handle things the less painful way for all parties involved if at all possible. He has a degree of morality and does what he can to keep civilians out of the way, but with targets who have 'brought their punishment on themselves' he basically just goes with whatever gets the job done with the greatest pay and/or least trouble. Ironically for his dapper mannerisms, he doesn't particularly care much for authority figures, not so much in that authority is a concept lost on him, but rather he believes that if a leader does not know anything about their subordinate besides their name, they have no right to lead them. Therefore, he doesn't support large governments--the only reason he has cooperated with the Republic is because he knows that governments are a necessary evil and his parents' tales of what the Republic was before and after Palpatine's rise have biased him.




RC-01/272 was told from birth that he was special, that he was made above and beyond the average of the Republic's clone soldiers. Trained in the commando program, he quickly discovered a great love of the sniper rifle and proved so adept that when he met his pod-brothers he was nicknamed "Doc" for his "surgical precision." He was a man who took great pride in the care he placed into his actions, often called lethargic by some of his brethren only to discover that he outpaced them simply by paying attention to his actions. He was placed in charge of Peth Squad, and would soon come to see action in several actions throughout the war. He saw twenty-four planets in his travels and had innumerable hours of combat time, but if there was one prior to Order 66 which struck him uniquely, it was his stay on Thustra, home of the Sephi. This near-human race had decided nine months into the war to side with the Confederacy and during the ensuing conflict Peth Squad was called in to handle weakening the Thustran forces from behind their lines. However, something which he discovered quickly was that the sephi were hardly a military people and, on top of that, some of the better-fortified installations were utilized to protect non-combatants. It was during the discovery of one of these bunkers that he found that not only were the people inside utterly and completely desperate, but they fought with utter and complete ferocity. Even more amazing, they were able to hold off the clone forces, including the highly trained Peth, by strategic placement of shields and high power weapons. And all of the people inside were women and children. It struck him as peculiar, and while he was ordered away so as to not waste time, the image, particularly the faces of the people there, stayed with him. Of course, not long later he discovered that the Sephi had been in talks with Master Yoda on a treaty and someone in the Republic fabricated evidence which caused the Senate to call war on these people. While it wasn't a fatal blow to his loyalty, it opened a clear cut which would soon be filled by something else.

This betrayal still hot in his mind, Doc would soon be utterly floored by the infamous "Order 66." At the time he had been assisting in the removal of artillery and other siege weapons, fully expecting his reinforcements to arrive. They had six jedi in the unit they were supporting, most of them fairly skilled in battle, and was counting on them to keep the droids distracted. Instead he was left without reinforcements as the droids felt it safe to turn their attention inwards towards the commandos which had been such a thorough thorn in their side. Oh, he heard the order, but he almost immediately considered it utter and complete nonsense--his team needed reinforcements and those jedi were the best in the area. He lost the rest of his squad that day and narrowly escaped on a stolen shuttle--but the betrayal shattered his loyalty to whatever monster the Republic had become. He was a broken at that point, purposeless and bitter at the world. After some struggling with purpose and inability to come to grips with what had happened, even visiting the Mandalorians, his genetic progenitors, without success, he decided to settle down on Dantooine as a farmer. For the first four years of his life, this would be the case, but then one day the town he'd settled received a new member: a sephi. In fact, it was one he recognized, one of the fiery women who had managed to hold him off, one Fera Salincho. While sloppy at first, he was able to develop a friendship with her and over time discovered that she'd actually come to try and kill him upon hearing he was a clone--he welcomed it. Instead she found some strange peace in his broken mind and decided to try and help the soldier... and eventually she rekindled the fires. The two quickly decided to try and find some way to get their fire back and chose the option of becoming mercenaries, selling their homes, arming Doc's old shuttle, and heading off for parts unknown. Eventually the two cultivated a manner of romance, and while they knew it would be short due to Doc's short lifespan and Fera's double-human expectancy made due with the time they had. The two became reasonably wealthy for their station and were able to upgrade to a YT-1300, which they named the Little Needle. Soon after their move, however, Fera became pregnant. Quickly settling into a life of trading, the two would wind up bringing three boys into their lives, the last of which was Jan.

By the time Jan was born, his father was already beginning to grey substantially, but regardless of this he was taught much as his brothers were. While his parents were no mandalorians, they emphasized combat as the core of life, that all things which brought progress were done by conflict, and that any who denied this were cowards. He was taught to accept that conflict was inevitable in life, but if he were truly great he could control its outcome as surely as if he had designed the encounter as a god. They were also taught about the care of intelligent action, adopting the motto "act with wisdom but act," and on top of this were given a remarkably good education through some of the better homeschooling supplies that money could buy. And through it all they heard war stories from both of their parents, and while they both took different things out of it, Jan took that the Republic, Empire, Seperatists, and all others were basically just different degrees of incompetence. That said though, he loved his parents, and while he fought with his brothers constantly he would say he cared for them as well. Eventually, when Jan was eleven, his father died, a weathered old man who was toppled by the engineering in his veins. Yet, for some reason, his sons weren't so affected--they grew at an odd rate, but rather it was slow for a human and fast for a sephi. The sephi genes had more or less evened out the issue. Fera was saddened by the loss, as were the boys, but rather than dwell they chose to fight on, opting to honor his memory by pushing hard with their lives. Jan's oldest brother followed in their father's footsteps, joining the Republic military as a foot-soldier and was given his father's old pistol (since the military supplied everything else). His middle brother opted for a political career once he was old enough, operating under the logic of "If I can get some of these lazy senators to get up and understand the conflict, then I have won the galaxy's greatest battle."

As for Jan, though, he went back to what his mother and father had been doing before he and his brother's came along. He became a freelancer. Unlike his brothers, he was able to benefit from the things that his father left behind, in particular his prized DC-17 from the Clone Wars. His mother was both proud and concerned for him, but after taking him on a few simple missions and seeing that he had the appropriate liscences gave him enough to get himself going and dropped him off on Corellia, only leaving her holo number to keep in contact. However, between his remarkably good training and equipment, he was quickly able to find himself a nice niche in the freelance community almost immediately. He began small, simple personal escort missions, guard duty, the occasional small fish bounty. Slowly though he began to work his way up, starting to bump elbows with some of the big names in the political and military scenes. He kept his head down for the most part at first, as he still lacked a ship, but he was able to occasionally land a big payday to add to his savings. He wasn't particularly picky about the work, but he tried to avoid simple petty revenge, such as a man trying to get his wife killed for cheating on him. He stayed within the law as best he could--that wasn't to say he didn't break the law on occasion, but he was careful regarding when and how he did that.

His biggest score came in 22 ABY when a former Senator on Coruscant had decided that he would kill a man's entire clan rather than put up with a law-suit and fled to that backwater rock, Tatooine... with a bounty listed as in the hundreds of thousands. The hunt lasted the better part of a month, and he bumped elbows with quite a few other bounty hunters like himself trying to find the same man, all of them trying to cover up their own tracks while figuring out which was their quarry's. In the end it would be Jan who found the target. How? Well the idiot had decided to take his own personal ship with him when he fled, and something that the fellow didn't realize was that Helix freighters were rare[/u]. So what did Jan do? Snuck onto the ship, stole it, landed it somewhere nearby, and waited for the man to come looking for it--which he eventually did and was promptly knocked out. Jan then used the man's own ship to take him back to the courts. But he made a pitstop at Nar Shadaa along the way--something which made the senator nearly hyperventilate. Why did he stop there? Well he wanted the ship to be re-registered in his name of course. Renamed The Thin Line, this fighter-like freighter might have been technically illegal in its current variation, not to mention that it might seem suspicious that the man came in on a ship that looked similar to the senator's, but the senator actually acquired his illegally so turnabout's fair play. After that big score, Jan had hit the big time, and the big cushy jobs began coming in.

He's careful not to get complacent and takes the occasional important job, and more importantly keeps in contact with his family to occasionally fight them to ensure he hasn't lost his touch. So far he's been able to trump all but his mother. However, he enjoys a finer status of life. The Line is well-equipped with all the appropriate luxuries, he has enough money to relax when he wants to and spend money to keep himself competitive, and the leisure time to enjoy the finer things in life. He hasn't bothered with a permanent residence--the Line is his home. Most of his time is spent hauling shipments or serving as an escort for other shipments, with some down time in between, but on occasion he'll do some work. On occasion he's been working with the Republic on smaller jobs, or selling them information he's heard on the side, acting as an informant whenever something catches him. Again, he doesn't outright support the Republic, it's more that the other factions have irritated him enough that he doesn't want them to take control. That all said, he's still not a huge name, respected by those who know their mercenaries and known in such circles but he's far from being a Fett... which is ironic when you think about it.