Rascol (Rascal)

Rascolnikov was a Devaronian card sharp with a quick tongue and a penchant for trouble. Not much is known about his upbringing, but in his halcyon days he could be found in backrooms of seedy bars playing Sabacc deep into the night. One night he came upon a stranger who took notice of young Rascol's keen style of playing, hussling and deceiving, and offered a few pointers to the cocky lad. Rascol accepted and soon found a great friend and mentor in the wise and sage K'nay Ro-jers. The two found their partnership to be very lucrative in many gambling dens across the galaxy. One day the elder Ro-Jers set out on his own to fulfill his lifelong dream, entering the Grand Sabacc tournament on Nar Shadaa. He did exceedingly well for himself, using skills honed over a lifetime of card playing. Tragically, Lady Luck was not at his side, as K'nay was swindled in the final hand by the cunning trickery of a card player named Bill Fillmaff. K'nay could not prove it to the Hutt casino owners or anyone else, but he was sure the win was not legitimate and relayed this to Rascol. After the great loss, he was never the same. He parted with Rascol and faded from known annals. Rascol vowed vengeance against Fillmaff, and to someday restore honor to his shidoshi K'nay, by winning the tournament.
On the planet Batuu, after an unfortunate set of Sabacc hands, Rascol happened upon a small group in need of someone with certain talents. No stranger to the underworld, and badly in need of funds, he assisted them in their task. Soon the group was needing help in another and yet another way, and he thought as well-funded as they are, perhaps he could tag along. He'd already found the life a lonesome Sabacc player to be tiresome anyway. His skills as a stealthy, sneaky lockpicker came in handy as they bounty-hunted for credits, with the occasional Sabacc game to pad the account. Talking his way out of confrontations with the Republic, talking his way into the most forbidden dens of criminal overlords. With all the newfound chaos in his life, the one thing he could depend on was his friendship with his companions.
After many adventures and some new ships, the group had a curious encounter at Center Point Station. Following a brief tussle with some thugs, they met an old woman named Sagra who beckoned them closer, as if they were expected. She invited all into her tent and gave them each a unique vision and message for each of them. Rascol now discovered he was Force-sensitive and had a strange connection with Tarla and others, a new sense. Sagra also hands him a special coin without deliberating further. Puzzled, he and the group leave Center Point Station and from time to time has strange, inexplicable sensations of chill or fear.
Some time passed and the crew receives word of a new Grand Sabacc tournament, hosted by the Hutts with a special guest appearance by the exalted Prince Xizor. The prize was 250,000 credits, plus the coveted "Diamond Hands" trophy. They fly to Nar Shadaa and eventually gather enough credits to enter the multi-day tournament. Among the notable entrants was Lando Calrissian and the same devious four-flushing Bill Fillmaff from years ago. Midway through the game he even pocketed a Kyber crystal as a side bet. That night, Lady Luck stuck by Rascol's side. Several zero-hands later, Rascol was in possession of the crystalline Diamond Hands, up a quarter million credits, and a Beskar bracelet bestowed upon him by Prince Xizor himself. It is purported that at the ensuing after party, Rascol in a state of great mirth, may have even addressed Xizor as "Prince-y", but this was never confirmed as only a very few were rumored to have heard it. The group celebrated well into the night, causing chaos and buffoonery much to the Hutts dismay. In a moment of solace as the band played his victory anthem "Yub Nub", Rascol took a knee, closed his eyes, and said "This is for you, shidoshi." The honor of the House of Ro-jers was restored.
The group then parted ways in search of their own adventures, and Rascol found himself living in the wake of his celebrity status as an esteemed Sabacc player. He was paid handsomely for guest appearances and signings on all the casino circuits, but he soon found this new life to be comparatively dull. Some years later on the planet of Cantonica, a pair of Geonosians approached him and asked him to be their spokesperson for a newly developed variety of Tabac, a form of smoking recreation. He sampled their product and found it to be remarkably better than typical T'bac brands, producing larger clouds and of a richer taste and smooth flavor. The Geonosians wanted his face, but Rascol saw an opportunity, to be more than just a spokesman but to run a legitimate, legalized business, using his knowledge of the streets and having all the right connections. He cut a deal with the Geonosian chemists/botanists for a controlling stake in the newly formed company "Lucky Apothecary Tabac", known commonly as Lucky T'bac. The Geonosians returned to their home planet to do more research in developing the tabac, when the Empire sterilized the entire population of the species, ensuring their demise. Rascol learned of their fate and vowed to avenge the death of his partners. He grew Lucky T'bac to such an entity that it gave other tabac producers considerable trouble. He allowed directors and chief executives and boards to run as the face of the company, all the while making chief decisions from the backroom. The company became so large that they even managed to fund a podracing team for the local events, building championship teams.
Of course, the Empire had to stick their nose in Rascol's business. The Imperial Medical Examiners claimed that Lucky Tabac was thoroughly untested, rushed to production, and had their Imperial Stormtroopers hooked on the substance. They claimed it was hurting military productivity, and their couldn't account for the "fat clouds" and levels of relaxation the tabac created. The Empire summarily put a halt to production with a lawsuit against Lucky Apothecary, pending rigorous medical testing, all the while hurting Rascol's bottom line as his company was mired in litigation. His racing team and top driver, fearing the worst, had also packed up and left for greener pastures. Rascol wondered if his business Empire had come to an end.

Age

54

Current Residence

Cantonica

Gender

male

Eyes

green

Hair

bald

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

horns

Height

6'0

Weight

180

Aligned Organization

Lucky Apothecary Tabac