The APP
Name: Commissar Xavier Shakhar
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Allegiance paid to: The Coalition
Rank: Commissar of the Bureau for Technological Procurement and Development
Appearance: Xavier stands slightly taller than the average human male of Core provenance, his demeanor that of an average man his age. Many who know the Commissar would, if asked, comment on his distinctly uninteresting physical attributes- a nose which filled his face symmetrically but not notably, eyes of a bland gray which do not reflect any particular light or color, deep black hair remarkable only for its lack of any cut distinctive, a military style appointed for functionality rather than fashion. That said, the very lack of distinguishing features has a curious effect on most persons the Commissar meets- lacking any obvious flaws or quirks, Commissar Shakhar comes across as more of an impression than a memory, a breath of physical perfection that does not leave a great impact on the mind. Muscled as a soldier should be, but not hulking, the Commissar is a consummate professional in the deep slate-gray fatigues of his Service, delineated only by the obsidian stars on his shoulders and the coal-black trim of his uniform.
Personality: Reserved, even quiet, the Commissar does not speak often, but speaks with quiet steel when he does deign to explain his thoughts to subordinates or equals. Xavier has risen to control of the Bureau not for sheer technical brilliance, not for political connections and nepotism (though both he does possess in abundance), but for his unrivaled command of the minutiae of an organization that spans much of a galaxy. Possessing a memory and command of information recall that rivals that of even the most powerful logicomputers, the patterns of invisible economics and manufacturing apparent to the Commissar where even planetary governors and geniuses struggle have underpinned his control of one of the four pillars of the Coalition. A pragmatist and utilitarian, and a great hater of both the Sith and the Jedi as foolish mystics that cloud the clarity of science with superstition and their sad religions, Xavier is personally responsible for both many of the terrors and many of the glories that touch the lives of the citizens of the galaxy in the present day.
Force Sensitive: Y
Skills/Powers: Genius level intellect. A consummate military man, capable both in personal combat and in command both on land and in naval combat. Creative insight beyond that of all save the most brilliant researchers, trained in both political maneuver and the niceties of managing on scales most folk would boggle at by his upbringing.
Weaponry: The Commissar bears matched slugthrower Cycler pistols, elegantly inlaid with the symbols of his position as lord of the Ten Families, though these are far more ornamental than any rational defensive weaponry.
Ship: Xavier travels aboard the Order, a heavily modified Imperious-class Star Destroyer, usually with an extensive escort.
Biography: Would prefer to reveal as fluff ICly, but I'm happy to TG you an outline if you would like one.
RP Example: I've RPed with you before, if memory serves!
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