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Renlo Dannis - Details

Born

27 June 4127

STR

8 (-1)

DEX

13 (1)

CON

10 (0)

INT

17 (3)

WIS

15 (2)

CHA

14 (2)

Administer

-1

Connect

2

Exert

-1

Fix

0

Heal

0

Know

0

Lead

2

Notice

-1

Perform

2

Pilot

1

Program

0

Punch

-1

Shoot

0

Sneak

0

Stab

-1

Survive

2

Talk

-1

Trade

1

Work

0

MAX HP

48

Speed

30 ft

Occupation

Senior Logistics Administrator

Archetype (i.e. Class)

Expert Clerk

AC

10

Age

42

Species

Human

Gender

Male


Backstory

Renlo Dannis climbed from the grime of Verokha Prime's lower districts to the pristine halls of the Trade Constellation through sheer cognitive attrition. Beginning as a lowly data-entry scribe, he weaponized his bureaucratic invisibility, hoarding secrets from the trash bins of his superiors. His rise was steady until the Red Sun Dominion's 'Harvest' claimed his daughter, Seren, dragging her to the labor camps of the Don System.

Broken by her abduction, Renlo was coerced into becoming a double agent for the Dominion, feeding them shipping lanes in exchange for false promises of her safety. Realizing the Dominion would never release her, he engaged in a desperate, high-stakes gambit. He hired the mercenary crew 'The Misfortunates' to rescue her and simultaneously forged a terrifying pact with the Mortal Veil pirate faction for protection. Now, he operates out of the Whise Building, a nerve center of logistics, balancing on a razor's edge. He is a man who uses spreadsheets like daggers, terrified that his house of cards is about to collapse before his daughter is returned to him.


Description

A tall, lean human male of 42 years, possessing the sharp, predatory features of a corporate shark. His dark hair is slicked back aggressively, revealing a high, intelligent forehead and a receding hairline. He wears the immaculately pressed, high-collared charcoal and navy uniform of a senior Trade Constellation administrator. His dark eyes are intense and constantly darting, betraying a perpetual state of calculation. He wears a slight, permanent frown, and his hands are often clasped tightly behind his back.

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