GM APPROVED Character Sheet: Name: Kol Arantis Age: 28 Race: Human Homeworld: Anaxes Personality: Intelligent, quick, sarcastic, and sometimes angry, Kol is objective-oriented and decisive ... when he feels he needs to be. As a disinherited member of Imperial Intelligence, his once-strong nationalist convictions have softened. Appearance: Wears the standard olive-drab tunic of an Imperial Customs officer. However, due to the need for Customs officers to be in the line of fire from time to time, he also maintains a set of plastoid combat armor typically worn by the Imperial Army's mechanized corps. Profession: Imperial Customs Officer, ex-Imperial Intelligence Agent Ship: Rendili StarDrive Light Corvette Impinger Rank: Lieutenant Brief History: Born into the Arantis family, one that was known to have great ties to Old Republic bureaucracy, Kol was expected to rise high into the upper ranks of society like the rest of his family. However with the onset of the New Order at the conclusion of the Clone Wars and the simultaneous de-valuing of the republican system, the Arantis family gradually lost their prestige and power. As the years crept by they kept more and more to their villas on Anaxes and other Core Worlds, leftovers of an antiquated system. Realizing this early on, Kol took full advantage of his family's still-considerable ties and money, and attended the University of Coruscant. While still in school he became an avid member of COMPNOR, and upon graduation immediately joined the Imperial Academy, and then went on to Imperial Intelligence. He excelled as an Intelligence operative, becoming one of their foremost agents. However during a terror attack made by anti-Imperial dissidents on the planet of Gerrenthum, his cell was sent in haphazardly to assist in situation control. In the week-long riots that followed, Arantis' group was scattered and decimated due to improper deployment and unrealistic objectives. The blame naturally was placed upon Arantis himself, who wholeheartedly denied all charges. Wishing for a quick and clean resolution, Intelligence saw fit to demote the politically-connected Arantis and have him transferred somewhere he'd be able to quietly fade out of the limelight. Given command of a newly-launched Light Corvette, he was placed into the Imperial Customs Agency and sent on a wide array of that group's typical assignments - a post he's held for three years. He's had a lot of time to think while drifting between stars and from spaceport to spaceport, and his unflagging loyalty to the Empire isn't what it once was.