Deagon Rango
Deagon Rango (a.k.a. Cowboy)
Physical Description
Physical quirks
Fidgets with "props" usually has a matchstick or cigarette in his mouth and constantly takes it out and puts it back in. Alternatively he will roll a small object through his fingers as a distraction, preferably an item of high value.
Special abilities
Falleen are rumored to have powerful pheromones which make them extremely attractive to other sentients.
They are also force resistant, and not easily swayed by mind tricks.
Apparel & Accessories
Prefers to keep his goggles on both indoors and out.
Mental characteristics
Personal history
Deagon grew up on the streets of Ord Mantell. Living in a human slum outside one of the larger Falleen cities. Like many on the streets he never knew his parents and fended for himself doing odd jobs and petty crime. He was never great at anything, but he wasn't terrible at anything either. He found he had a knack for getting others to do what he wanted, by hook or by crook.
When the war started he cobbled together a few others, acquired a ship and went into business as a smuggler. Initially moving weapons to independent systems for a large markup, then graduating to more illicit items and richer clientele.
He was approached by Republic Intelligence then, who offered to subsidize his crew if he would keep his eyes and ears open across the border. He agreed, and before long he was selling goods and information to both sides.
The party ended with the war. He made some command errors that led his crew to mutiny and maroon him on a backwater world. There he met Fillion, an Imperial Engineer assigned to salvage duties. Fillion had done something to piss off someone and was being framed. Deagon recognized that with Fillion's skills they could both get off the planet and the two knicked some supplies and made a run for the outer rim.
Once in the Rim Deagon's old contacts pointed them towards Tatooine.
Education
Informal and self-taught. A quick learner Deagon has done a good job picking the brains of those smarter than himself.
Employment
Between captainships.
Accomplishments & Achievements
As a smuggler he earned some fame for blockade running. Though he preferred less flashy means than dodging turbo-lasers, his reputation
Failures & Embarrassments
His crew mutinied and took "his" ship.
Social
Mannerisms
Tends to talk fast when he's conning someone anticipating the argument he wants them to make, instead of the one they might make. Sets up and defeats his own straw men.
Falleen gun-runner and information broker during the clone wars. Deagon joined the rebellion soon after its end.
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Current Location
Age
Mid 30s
Birthplace
Ord Mantell
Children
Current Residence
Tatooine
Gender
Male
Eyes
Golden like a serpent's.
Hair
Black top knot
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Scaly green with a yellow underbelly
Height
6 feet
Weight
175lbs
Aligned Organization
Other Affiliations
Tatooine Sucks
Shock of shocks, this shorthanded two-bit outfit doesn't have another crew to run down the lead. So, we were asked to track down this commander and let them make a pitch at him. I am assuming that is their intent, and as the Imps seem keen on whacking him. I can say that because while we were trailing him, we kept running into their goons. This whole thing has to be ISB, simply because they were smart enough to use bounty hunters instead of Storm Troopers. We ran down several leads in Mos Eisley and finally got a lead on a location the Commander might have frequented. We had to deal with some logistics first. Ghoul, our former clone trooper, ran a scam on the local garrison and acquired us a speeder truck. In the meantime, I had to assist our medic, or is he the muscle, with Wookie trouble. He got wind of a Wookie slave being brought into the Imp spaceport. I worked a con where we were able to buy his tribemate and smuggle her off to the rebel base.
Our luck seems to be shit on this trip. We got ambushed at the lead site someone had already smoked our leads. If it hadn't nearly killed us, I would complement them on the job. They rigged a moisture processing facility to drown us! In the middle of Tatooine I nearly drowned. Damned poetic, fine my hats off to them for that one. Luckily Fillion was able to reverse it and get us out of there. But Ghoul, who was guarding the exit nearly got smoked by a pair of Bounty Hunter sharpshooters with disruptor rifles.
After that we had to reset, we followed some more leads and managed to get help in finding the commander. But when we showed up for the meet we were ambushed again. I am starting to think the Rebels have a leak, I'll be conducting my own internal investigation, kicking a few rocks and such, see who scurries out. Right, so as we were sitting down with our contact a group of bounty hunters rolled in. Just walked right past our security and started shooting in the middle of the cantina. Some little prick named Puggles shouting about it just being business before I get my arm nearly disintegrated by a disruptor and my pretty face blown off by a grenade. No Puggles, this is personal, I'll be seeing you soon.
Our medic carries a flamethrower, and that was the only thing that saved us. He torched the entire bar, killing and scattering the hit crew they'd sent to finish us off. I nearly lost an arm, but I wasn't the worst of us. Poor Ghoul got BBQed, he was shouting orders and told the furball to fry em all. He knew what was up and he died like a champion. I may have to shoot Puggles a few extra times for you Ghoul.
Life on Tatooine
Ain't got no ship, things gone sideways. But I figure I better keep up my logs anyways.
Hooked up with a rebel cell on Tatooine. They needed a crew to go do a grab mission. Odd group, some former Pubs along with Fillion and myself. Not exactly the crew I would have picked, but I get the feeling they aren't swimming in recruits out here. Job needed to happen immediately, so I will give them a pass on the crewing of the ship this time. We had to go grab an asset, yeah I am slipping back into my Intel speak, and get her out of Imperial Space. Problem being her cover was blown. We jumped into the system and docked, made our way as quickly as possible without drawing attention to the extraction point and arrived just in time to see this Imp Officer and his bounty hunter henchmen wack our cargo. Shootout begins, we win, but the last thing I see if the Imp sprinting away and our Jedi swinging a pair of lightsabers at him. I think his name is Pogo or something.
We grabbed her DataPad and noped the hell outta there. Pogo did some fancy flying, so maybe he's useful after all. Can't say yet never much trusted the Jedi. We managed to pull enough info off the DataPad to determine what the asset had been up to. She'd uncovered that a famed separatist commander was still alive and operating in the area. We offered this up to the Rebels and explained how some ISB prick was also on the trail.
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