The Basics
Name: ?
Title: None
Nickname: Sonido

Home World: Coruscant
Current World: None (Migratory)

Looks
DoB: 22 BTC / 3675 BBY
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Species: Zabrak

Hair Color: Brown
Hair Style: Bald except with a braided ponytail going a little past his shoulders.
Eyes Color: Bright Yellow
Skin Tone: Tan/Brown

Height: 5’6”
Weight: 132
Build: Very lean, no real arm strong but a strong core and legs from playing limmie for most of his life.

Tattoos: Intricate Facial tattoos, they once described my family lineage, however they were later modified to display my own opinion of my failed lineage. Very light and faded.
Body Art: None
Scars: None.
Piercings: None.

Appearance: Standing only 5’6” Sonido doesn’t appear very threatening. His expensive trench coat always appears to be in perfect condition. The rest of his outfit doesn’t help dispel the idea that he decided his attire based on fashion over practicality. He appears very wealthy and at times, if he makes the effort, looks like he belongs to nobility.

Clothes: He wears a pair of wrap boots made out of tough soles connected to slippers that end with tails of cloth wraps to secure the boots. He wears a close fitting pair of pants and a fancy long sleeve shirt. His trench coat actually has Mabari Armorweave woven inside the coat, but it appears to only be a nice fancy coat that fits the rest of his expensive attire. 

Armor: Mabari Armorweave – In the design of a trench coat.

Personal Details

Personality: Contemplative, rarely seems to be in a rush. He is always interested in hearing both sides of any argument, by attempting to understand the other person’s side he can better understand his own feelings and opinions. This constant self-reflection has given him near complete control over his emotions. The closer one gets to him the more they realize they know so little, any emotion he displays is intentional not authentic expression. Most people describe him as friendly and cheerful because that is the mask he chooses to wear. He sees it as the most useful and has grown to enjoy playing the role. While acting happy and carefree, he is not outgoing, and is not a fan of the spotlight. He does not however gain satisfaction from killing; he sees it only as a necessary act, something to get over with so he can go back to relaxing. 

Alignment: True Neutral

Philosophy: He believes good and evil are useless descriptions. They cannot possibly capture in their simplicity something as complicated as the universe. His views on life are based around the idea “while I’m here I might as well enjoy it”, the best way to enjoy any situation is to always look on the bright side.

Family History:

Relationships: None.
Known Relatives: Only living relative is his father, a Republican diplomat.
Friends: None.
Enemies: 

Faction: Imperial Intelligence 
Guild/Group: Rage
Rank: 

Strengths: Patient. Control over emotions. Good at thinking ahead and predicting others’ actions.

Weaknesses: Doesn’t give a damn about much of anything, no motivation. Has few allies and no real friends. Not much of a fighter.

Combat Style

Force Sensitive?: No.

Weapons: Datadagger - http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Datadagger
He also always carries a vibro-dagger and when more firepower is needed he brings along a modified sporting blaster - http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Sporting_blaster

Fighting Style: He prefers diplomacy, and always tries to weasel his way out of any trouble if at all possible. Every now and then he’ll realize he can’t get out of his current situation by talking alone. In this case he prefers to end it with a vibro-dagger before the enemy realizes the innocent and pampered looking Zabrak is actually a threat.

Other Information

Languages: Galactic Standard, High Galactic, Zabraki

History: Born on Coruscant as the son of a diplomat (or senator, basically someone who works in politics). His childhood wasn’t very exciting. He was raised alongside the upper class of Coruscant and with his father’s influence was able to attend one of the best schools on the planet. He enjoyed his studies but it wasn’t until his mother suggested he try-out for the limmie team at his school that he felt real exhilaration. The next 2 years he studied and stayed in school just so he could continue to play limmie. As one of the most prestigious schools, teaching the sons and daughters of senators and other political figures, it wasn’t surprising that they preached about the good of the Republic. SoundsBien (placeholder) along with the rest of his class learned to hold the Republic in the highest regards. The students all had great aspirations for helping better the universe (which was synonymous with the Republic). 
Then something happened that scarred SoundsBien’s view of the Republic and by association the entire idea of good in the universe. (I know what scarred him, just don’t want to go into detail and ruin the actual back story that I’ll eventually write (maybe XD)). The rest will come in a story (hopefully). 


Pre-treaty of Coruscant SoundsBien knows little of the war at the fringe of the galaxy. Then he sees the Republic failing to protect their people. He loses faith in the Republic after seeing the shady deals that they are doing. No better than the Sith and not as strong. He starts trading valuable information to the Sith, becomes an Informant. When the Sith destroy Coruscant he vanishes looks like he fled with the rest of the Senate. In reality he is congratulated for his long dedication and is asked what reward is suitable. He answers that he only desires to continue to work at undermining the Republic. The next 10 years he journeys across the republic doing the bidding of the Empire. He recently was given special status as an official (you don’t exist) Imperial Agent so that he could have better resources to more effectively complete his tasks.

Items: He carries surgical clamps, scalpel, a roll of bandages, and a few other surgical tools as a force of habit from his years training to be a doctor.

Ship: X-70B Phantom-Class Prototype

Land Vehicle: He has a Flitknot Speeder but rarely uses it. He prefers to walk, except on the rare occasions when he is actually in a hurry.