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As taken
from Loryan Jakar's Journal during the last days of the Clone Wars:
Come, sit
friend. Have some mulled mead - Old Corellian, the best you'll have
tasted, I'll wager. My name is Loryan Jakar. I was born to the Jakar
family of Corellia. We are what could be considered a wealthy
dynasty by most standards. Until my father, Jakar Industries has
enjoyed modest success reaching back through tens of generations. My
father, however, was a man who believed in working to live.
While I would never deign
to correct my father on his stance on a matter, I choose to let my
actions speak for themselves. A man should always be judged by
actions rather than the imperfect words that frame them. More than
any man, a diplomat understands the fragile and unreliable nature of
words, even with the best of intent.
A freeman may 'work to
live', as he is beholden to none but himself. Those born to
nobility, however, should never forget that the privilege of their
birth is a responsibility to bring the masses closer to the standard
of living you enjoy through nothing more than the lottery of birth.
I took the mantle of leadership on my
shoulders at a young age, running the dynasty in all but name by the
age of nineteen, having made my father obsolete even in the limited
capacity in which he served Jakar Industries. Some (chiefly my
father) have whispered that I was ushering in a return to the days
of my grandfather, Tol'kur Jakar. My grandfather was an utterly
ruthless man who came lately to resolve and drive, and dealt with
competition in less than scrupulous ways. It is thanks to my
grandfather that I speak Huttese. It is a strange dialect for a
Corellian noble to speak, but it became necessary to deal with the
criminal element sniffing around the edges of Jakar Industries,
hoping for a return to the days of my grandfather.
Jakar Industries reached a point
more than
ten years ago now where the company largely ran itself, in the hands of
a number of trusted and highly skilled personnel I watched rise
through the company, and whom I mentored personally. Since that time, I
have served as a diplomat to further the cause of Corellia, the
Republic as a whole, and Jakar Industries where possible. Recently,
I lent the support of Jakar Industries to the newly formed Araxian
Technocratic Alliance, a business endeavour that had promised to be
most fruitful, but ended in the death of my good friend Rorn Doo,
who I swore to avenge along with the countless thousands who
have fallen to Commodore Sa'kul's greed.
Luckily, I was able to
collect on that debt, but not without a dreadful cost - the death of
more innocent lives, and that of a close friend. For now
however, I see fit to take my place as CEO of Sienar Fleet Systems,
and do what must be done to further the aims of the Republic.
Personality:
I am not a brilliant man, though I
believe intelligence plays a secondary role to diligence and
willpower: witness the number of brilliant geniuses who amount to
little in the end. There is a saying among the sages: "When I walk
with two men, they shall be my teachers. I shall take all that is
good in one, and strive to emulate that in myself. I shall take all
that is base in the other, and strive to purge it from myself."
While I have strong focus, I also have patience. And I acknowledge
that the law exists to protect us all.
I endeavour to be quick with a laugh
or smile, which is of course easier around friends. I am not an
unhappy man, but I remain conscious at all times of my
responsibilities. I have been shown at great personal cost what
occurs when one is not constantly held in check.
I suffer fools poorly, and I will
relentlessly move against those who seek to do Corellia or Jakar
Industries ill, in that order. I prefer to achieve my objectives
through kind words and smiles, the very bricks and mortar of
diplomacy. When that fails, I am not above using the power I have to
crush my enemies to protect the ones important to me. I have an
inherent distrust of Jedi - I do not believe that any one being
should hold that much power in their hands, and I believe the checks
and balances that hold Jedi to their vaunted "Light Side" to be
flimsy at best.
I enjoy a good party, and mix well
with others. I am painfully conscious of my flaws, and seek at every
possible juncture to correct them. I have a fascination for
technology, particularly cybernetics and starships, and enjoy good
relations with the Verpine peoples. I look after those I value well,
and seek to bring out the best in my associates and employees to
empower them.
Appearance: The particular's: I stand slightly
under six foot, and I will concede I maintain a well-toned physique.
My hair is thick and shoulder-length, and rarely indeed is it not
scented with the best of Corellian spices.
I take pains to always appear
well-dressed. I favour a cloak, as it is functional in all weather,
conceals my arm, and of course panders to the expectation of a
dashing rogue whom everyone expects to see in the shoes of a Corellian noble. For similar reasons, I cultivate just enough of a
five o'clock shadow to give a roguishness.
My gaze is steady, and I prefer to
fix people with a stare when talking, particularly if I am in a
contest of will. I have been trained to move gracefully, yet with an
economy of motion. I take a measure of pride in the fact that I
rarely fidget or shift unnecessarily, and that instead I focus my
attention on my surroundings.
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