Tralet Vucora

Name:
Tralet Vucora

Nicknames/Aliases:
Tren Vatheri

Species:
Zygerrian

Gender:
Male

Age:
19

Homeworld:
Therritha




Height:
5'11"

Weight:
175 lbs

Eye Color:
Ice blue

Hair Style:
He keeps his top hair short and slicked back.  His ear hair/fur is kept down to a minimum

Hair Color:
Rusty brown

Facial Hair:
 His "sideburns"/mane are cut down so as to not be longer than his top hair and mostly combed up  He also has four spikes along jaw (two on each side) that he has kept carefully "manacured," so to speak.

Skin Color:
Sandy tan

Build:
Average build but very well-exercised and quite strong

Distinguishing Features:
Signs of what appears to be a removed tattoo on his right shoulder blade.  He's also of remarkably good breeding, no notable genetic flaws--though he's obviously not perfect.

Apparel:
Formal attire // Common clothing (with dark brown pants)

Weaponry:
Model 22T4 blaster pistol // Shock whip

Equipment:
Holocommunicator, credit chit loaded with lots of cash, a slicing kit, personal appearance kit, and a well-forged false identity chit.




Profession:
Customs Manager

Skills:
Speech craft, melee combat (especially brawling), swoop bike (and animal) riding/racing

Force-Sensitive:
No

Training:
Lots of martial arts training, high-grade education, pistol self-defense training, slave-handling training and experience (including the whip)

Vehicle:
None

Starship:
None

Other Possessions:
Signet ring.

Companions:
Sasen, his pygmy brezak 'pup.'  Currently about the size of a husky puppy




Factional Affiliation:
None

Rank:
None

Sexual Preference:
Heterosexual

Relationship Status:
Single

Personality: Tralet is a shifty and cunning man, constantly working all the angles to try and maximize the chances.  There is a degree of instinctual joy he takes from getting his way with others, and he seems to particularly enjoy domineering them, strong-arming people verbally into obeying him at no cost to himself.  Yet, at the same time, he seems to be trying to rein in those instincts, often becoming rather apologetic towards others when he starts trying to do that and becomes oddly awkward and evasive.  He is a manipulator above all, not willing to let others into his head if he can afford it, and because of that he has an intense fear of the Jedi.  However, he's not above physical confrontation, but he prefers it being tests of skill, particularly with fists, and respects good opponents--something his mother occasionally gave him trouble for was his habit of acquiescing to an opponent's desires even if he beats them in combat, so long as they fought well.  That's not to say he's an honorable man, but when honor is shown he respects it greatly.  If he can be coaxed into speaking his mind, he might seem a little all-over-the-place, flitting between thinking himself far superior to most other people, to being incredibly self-depreciating, and his thoughts on slaves are equally bi-polar.  He's rather confused right now, uncertain of himself or what he should think about his place in the world, or even what should be considered right and wrong, and is likely rather vulnerable to anyone who could give him any manner of guidance, even if it's wrong.



When Tralet was born, he was raised in a nation without any other to answer to.  The Zygerrian Empire was its own sovereign force, beholden only to the pockets they relied upon and reliant only on the supply of slaves which ran their economy.  While technically allied with the Empire even after its fall, they were too far out of the Empire's holdings to be a proper member state and thus only related with them in order to conduct business. No, at this time the rulers of the Zygerrians were the noble houses and the queen herself, and they were a free people... free to take as they wished from other nations.  To this day the Zygerrians are known as slavers, legendary for their efficiency, and unique in that they are completely free from any other government, as opposed to their competitors, like the Trandoshans.  And it would be as a noble in a household of slaves that Tralet grew up, the oldest of three sons of the planetary governess of Therritha, Saika Vucora a (distant) cousin to the Queen in the lap of luxury.  His father was... well Tralet isn't certain which, but it was one of his mother's personal knights, though it could be any of six men.  His life was easy as a child, every toy he desired he received, any pet he wanted he got, friends were easily gained (since people wanted to cozy up to the higher nobility), and the highest of educations available in the region was provided without concern for cost.  Tralet's life was easy, and even when he went down into the lower parts of the city to interact with the plebians and soldiers, to watch the slave auctions.  He visited many cities even as a child, and was even being groomed as a potential suitor to one of the queen's daughters (him and around two hundred other boys around his age).  In particular he took a love to swoop and brezak races, and even when he was turning ten he was beginning to get into such races.  Life was good for him, if a little unfulfilling, and he generally enjoyed his life, especially when he got the chance to assert his authority over both slaves and lesser members of his people--particularly the latter, since it was more difficult.  However, when he was twelve, the Republic began eying Zygerrian territory.

Granted, the reasons were probably a fair mixture of greed and the desire to stop the slavers from hitting any more of their supply lines.  Tralet's people were enemies of everyone save the Imperials and those who participated in their slave trade, and such subduing them would be a major help to both their international relations which had yet to be brought into the fold, and in weakening their enemies, the Hutts and Imperial Remnant.  And on the outer edge of this Empire was Therritha, a younger colony, expendable to the queen.  Zygerrian forces pulled off of Therritha the moment the Republic began its onslaught and left Therritha and the other outer colonies to fend for themselves.  While most of these colonies fought back ferociously, Tralet's mother knew that they couldn't hope to fight back, and as such surrendered peacefully, throwing open the gates for the invaders and allowing them entry.  This may have been equal parts strategy, cowardice, and greed however, as this put them in a unique position for positive negotiation to better preserve their way of life and to ensure that as many Zygerrian traditions were preserved as possible... and it left the Vucora family in charge of the planet, rather than being replaced by a Republic puppet like on the other conquered planets.  Bribes were spent en masse as well as several favors (both political and sexual), and while slavery was officially outlawed on their planet, there were loopholes exploited on a massive level to the point that very little changed for those on most rungs.  To the Zygerrians on the planet, Governess Saika was a hero of sorts, as Therritha become a bastion of hope that things would return to the old ways... of course to the slaves and those outside the world who knew better, it made the planet a black mark on the Republic.  However, they couldn't concern themselves with putting the squeeze on the planet, as they started helping to fund the Republic push into the Zygerrian Empire--further cementing their place as a powerful ally.  Yet, surprisingly, the Queen's forces held against the Republic and it was decided too costly to push forward, thus leaving Saika in a unique position: she needed protection from the now-furious queen, and the Republic wanted to have a force to minimize the actions of the Empire, thinking to slowly strangle it out.  And so, the Republic has begun building garrisons on the planet, including a rather sizable starport, and has begun constructing a shipyard in the system's asteroid belt, thus burgeoning Therritha's economy and creating a sudden influx of workers.  Thanks to this, while conditions were still abysmal for slaves/servants, abuses took a nose-dive since they couldn't rightly do such things without gathering the attention of Republic officials.

To Tralet, the Republic's presence was intimidating, but it seemed to be a good thing, since it meant that in the long run the Vucora coffers would soar in size and the planet was booming.  On top of that, while he still saw slaves as objects (at the time), he always thought that happy slaves were better slaves, and while he liked being over them, a good mood made them more agreeable and thus more pleasant to be around.  On top of this, he was able to come with his mother on trips to other parts of the galaxy, to learn what cultures outside the Zygerrian sphere of influence was like, which to him was a grand treat every time.  Yet his mother hated the situation.  In her eyes, her people were enslaved, and the contentment that both her son and the populace at large displayed disgusted her.  To her, this was the gravest of insults, to go from being a great woman with a chance at being the power behind the throne to a simple puppet of invaders little more than one of the servants in her household.  Tralet didn't understand it.  However, she was nothing if not shrewd, and she began playing the game, trying to levy as many benefits for herself out of her position as she could, and began teaching her boys to navigate the new politics they were thrust into, teaching all manner of cold deceit and dirty tactics.  She was open with her sons about using bounty hunters and assassins to remove problematic individuals, and she taught them to value every scrap of power they could reach for.  In the midst of this, Tralet began looking into other cultures, and began realizing just how abnormal Zygerrians were as compared to the galaxy at large.  As he reached puberty, he began considering where his people stood, and quickly began to notice just how hated his people were.  In some places, especially amongst twi'leks and other predominant slave races, he was openly spat upon in the streets, and when he listened to political conversations involving his people he noticed just how universally they were opposed.  He began talking with people, out of his mother's sight.  It was a difficult trick, and he used his swoop racing as his main excuse to do so, chatting up fellow racers and their mechanics, trying to understand why slavery was viewed so strangely.  His mother was... not oblivious per se, but she didn't think his changing attitude was anything to worry about... at first.  In 23 BBY, Tralet placed in the podium at the Junior Corellian Zephyr Championship, probably the proudest day of his life and a sign that he would perhaps be able to move on to the professional circuit in two years.  As a reward, his mother loaned him a servant to... look after him for a few nights in one of their finer summer homes.  While a delightful experience, the truly noteworthy thing about this meeting was that it gave Tralet time alone with a slave to speak with her, without fear of someone eavesdropping.  In that weekend, he came to a tiny fraction of an understanding of just what slavery meant to these people... and he was... disturbed.  He still didn't entirely comprehend it all, what it could be like to be so thoroughly beaten down, in fact he barely had any comprehension at all, but he got the gist of it, and upon reviewing all that he had learned realized just what a horrid person his mother was.  And what a horrid person he had been for that matter.  The more he learned, the more he realized what he needed to do: he needed to get off Therritha, find some place where he could find asylum with opponents of his mother and slavers like her, and figure out what to do with his life... an anti-slave activist was in his mind but he was having a hard time figuring out whether he valued slaves' lives enough to be like that.  He just knew that if he was left near his mother, then when her karmic backlash arrived there would be a good chance that he would get caught in the crossfire.  When he turned seventeen, she put him into a job with the customs office, thinking that it would be a good place to earn some money of his own, learn how to work the system on a small scale and learn what bribes to consider and what connections to make.  It was exactly what he needed, and slowly he began acquiring what he needed; false documentation, a small ship, people who would be able to hide his departure, new clothing, and someone to remove that tattoo that every member of his family had so that he couldn't be identified by it.

Unfortunately, the sudden change in attitude that he acquired for this tipped off his mother, and she very quickly realized that he was beginning to turn on her.  Thankfully, the slave he had learned of it from was never implicated, but Tralet was now an object of his mother's wrath.  Oh, she didn't lay a finger on him, he was nearly an adult and he knew enough about the law to bring the hammer down on her, but what she could do was cripple his ability to leave.  She confiscated his ship and most of his documents save the ID chit he managed to hide, held him at home with work so that he couldn't go to his swoop races, kept him from his beloved brezak stables and gave him a pygmy one (under the pretense that it was a more manageable pet), and of course told everyone that he had attempted to get involved in his plots that any further help would see them in a fate far worse than simple slavery or death.  Even his brothers turned on him, gladly taking to their mother since the most direct heir was falling out of favor.  However, now his resolve is all the more firm.  He needs to get off planet, find some place where he can start clearing his head and get rid of his mother's voice in his ear, and so that he can finally decide his own fate.

(Edit: 6:15 AM 31 July 2015: Changed mother's name)