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Siegfried "Inky" Ingwaz
Biographical Information
Race	Kiffar
Homeworld	Kiffex
Mother	Marcus Ingwaz †
Father	Alexa Ingwaz †
Spouse	None
Siblings	None
Children	None
Born	Year -27, Day 063
Imperial Service
Branch	Imperial Army
Positions	Imperial Army Second Lieutenant
Prior Service	Imperial Academy Recruit
Awards

Siegfried Ingwaz, also known as Inky, is currently a Second Lieutenant of the Imperial Army. Older than most junior officers, he is somewhat out of place but nevertheless, still performs equal to, if not better than, his peers. He was formerly a soldier of fortune and arms dealer, worshiping his Kiffar tribe's pagan god of blood, war, and murder.

Personality and Traits

Appearance

Siegfried Ingwaz is 200 centimeters tall and weighs 101 kilograms, being a massive figure compared to his Imperial peers. Years of combat training forged his body into sheer muscle, continuing his training to this day despite his older age. He has undergone intensive genetic engineering, maintaining his body's metabolism at the same level of his 20s as well as halting the deleterious effects of aging on his physique. His appearance, however, still continues to age as Ingwaz did not really care so much about his appearance as long as his body was in prime condition. He has brown hair, which has mostly white at this point, which he often shaves completely except for his well-trimmed and maintained beard. His eyes are a deep azure, which matches his azure scar running down his right eye. Ingwaz has removed all the scars on his body, with exception to the scar on his face which he tattooed in to constantly remind him of his first and only defeat.

Booster Dependency

Due to many years of utilizing gene modifiers and enhancers, Ingwaz is dependent on a constant supply of biosynthesized genetic enhancements, referred by Ingwaz in slang as "Boosters." These "Boosters" were perfected through years of experimentation on POWs by Ingwaz's clan and passed down to their warriors. After he solely survived the annihilation of his entire clan and subsequently stole their perfected genetic engineering protocol, Ingwaz is the sole producer and user of these "Boosters," being highly toxic to any other sentient being who has not undergone intensive poison resistance training and genetic therapy. Injecting them on a weekly basis, the estimated costs of a single dose are a few thousand credits and the largest drain of Ingwaz's credits.

Political Views

Warmongering

Being raised as a bloodthirsty soldier of fortune by his tribe, Ingwaz strongly supports military action over diplomacy. Upon entering service with the Galactic Empire, he has suppressed his political views in light of the Galactic Empire's current policies, faithfully adhering to the galactic government's key policy of maintaining order. When the moment arises for military action, however, Ingwaz wholeheartedly supports completely decimating whatever enemy before him.

Religion and Beliefs

Ingwaz believes in the sole pagan god of his tribe, which has no Galactic Basic translation. A god of blood, war, and murder, the god requires Ingwaz to sacrifice the blood and flesh of his prey and enemies. Ruthless and dedicated to this practice, he constantly harvests trophies whenever possible--on the battlefield or otherwise. When not on his combat tours, he scours the unexplored jungles and mountains of Kiffex for the finest prized game to sacrifice.

Biography

Childhood & Adolescence

Growing up as a child under his Kiffar clan was brutal: he was subjected to constant agony and torture as medical instruments modified his genetic makeup to create the perfect soldier. After his genes were refined and purified to the utmost limits, Ingwaz was thrown into perpetual combat training for a year, fighting to the last inch of his life, before being thrown into a bacta tank and forced to repeat the process with no sleep and rest. His first encounter was fighting an adolescent Gundark, which ripped off half his face and destroyed his right eye: although clan medics repaired all the damage inflicted, they were merciless in their punishment. Hopped up on sensitizers, his face was tattooed with neural poisons which caused excruciating pain both during and after the process to remind him of his failure. Afterwards, he was thrown back in the pits to fight again.

Out of thousands of children, only a dozen or so would survive this brutal process. These dozen would have their battle instincts and senses heightened to the utmost physical limits, rewiring their entire nervous system to be optimized for combat. Afterwards, Ingwaz was moved to an isolated facility to be instructed on the art of war by numerous mercenaries and retired combat specialists. These times were relatively much more peaceful, yet the slightest insubordination was met with the harshest punishments: one student who tried to runaway had every inch of his flesh flayed off and healed back for weeks. Publicly displayed for 24 hours every single day, the student was consumed by madness, his mind completely broken by the pain, and dragged back to the pits as an opponent for the next batch of children.

Eventually, upon reaching adolescence, Ingwaz was enslaved to a mercenary company owned by the clan: here, he was given all the practical experience a soldier needed, ranging from surviving in the sewers of Coruscant for three years to crawling on the deserts of Tatooine for months. When Ingwaz turned sixteen, he was pulled out of the mercenary company and thrown in a carbonite freezing unit. Now that he was "perfected" as the ultimate killing machine, he was now ready to be stored indefinitely until the clan required his expertise.

Reanimation

After many years under cryostasis, Ingwaz was brought abruptly into consciousness as his stasis pod malfunctioned. Ripping the various nutritional and drug lines, medical scanners, and restraints off his bare body, a scene of chaos and fire displayed itself. As he quickly entered the armory and equipped himself hastily, a structure-wide warning droned in the background, 'Multiple bunker-breaker missiles detected. All personnel should evacuate immediately."

After strapping on the last energy cell to his bandolier, Ingwaz lifted the heavy laser off the ground and bolted to the stasis center's main research facility. Running past scrambling geneticists and science crew, he found the lead scientist surrounded by a few clan guards running to the evacuation site. Gripping the heavy laser tightly, he released a wave of fire on the unsuspecting guards and grabbed the lead scientist. He demanded for the datacard possessing the clan's secrets in gene modification and under the coercion of death, he quickly obtained it and dispatched of the lead scientist with a swift dislodging of his neck.

Running into the research facility, Ingwaz quickly grabbed the latest boosters off the production line, carefully storing them in the hardcase within his backpack for future use. Quickly doing a run-down of his equipment, he spotted an old artifact under a cracked metal shield being carefully extracted by some scientists. Gunning them down, he grabbed the artifact and stuffed it in his backpack before dashing off to the evacuation site. As he was leaving, the stasis center's emergency failsafe systems quickly began a system-wide decontamination process. He glanced back as dozens of his brothers were nuked with a variety of explosives, before heading off to the evacuation site with renewed purpose.

Reaching the evacuation center, the clan's key figures were desperately boarding various hovercraft to escape through an elaborate emergency tunnel system that led to a safe distance. As the clan guards were mainly preoccupied, Ingwaz quickly reached the evacuation site's command center and began massacring the staff within. As a few clan guards outside realized the situation, Ingwaz hit the gate mechanism and the escape tunnel slowly began closing. Arming the hangar's various self-defense laser batteries, a few hovercraft that tried to escape were shot down. As a flurry of guards began ascending the stairs to Ingwaz's position, he immediately began setting up a makeshift barricade out of whatever he could find: durasteel plates that fell off during the explosions, corpses, furniture and more. Propping his heavy laser and aiming it at the sole entrance, Ingwaz took aim and waited for the first wave of guards. As the guards scrambled up the stairs, Ingwaz yelled as he unleashed a firestorm of heavy laser shots, immediately eviscerating them in half. As the next wave arrived, he continued firing, periodically throwing grenades down as he reloaded his heavy laser.

As the escape tunnel's blast doors closed and sealed shut, he activated the self-defense laser batteries onto the landed hovercraft, slaughtering the various elders and key management of the clan. A few surviving hovercraft immediately began firing at the command center and the various batteries, causing the center to unstabilize. As the command center began falling off its supports, the entire complex shuttered as the first bunker-buster slammed against the reinforced ceiling. As the subsequent missiles of the battery slammed into the compound, Ingwaz was knocked unconscious from the aftershocks.

As Ingwaz gained consciousness, he observed that the entire complex was caved in. As the oxygen in the air got thinner and thinner, he began digging himself out, periodically injecting boosters to endure the intense damage and stave off starvation and dehydration. As Ingwaz managed to dig enough to get an air flow, he immediately slumped down and began applying first aid. Meditating as bacta circulated through his blood, he rested as he let his body recover. For the next couple of days, Ingwaz slowly excavated up as he ate rations and treated his wounds. Reaching the surface, he threw up his pack and climbed out. Surveying the area around him, the flourishing clan stronghold was reduced to ash. The relentless batteries of bunker-buster missiles and turbolasers destroyed the surface to nothing but various craters. Grunting as he dragged out his heavy laser, Ingwaz began trekking the carbonized craters and unidentifiable remains.

Soldier of Fortune

Arms Dealer

Imperial Career

An Old Recruit

Entering the grand halls of the Imperial Academy, Ingwaz was impressed with the grandeur and cleanliness of it all. Pristinely immaculate and newly constructed buildings divided the straight walkways and driveways which housed neatly organized corps of Recruits marching to and fro from their destinations. Ingwaz, despite being impressed and having respect for the establishment, was less than thrilled to undergo hours of tedious and basic training for the simplest things. Demanding perfection for every single aspect of potential service to the Galactic Empire, Ingwaz was forced to learn and relearn how he did everything. From eating, walking, and even to shitting, Ingwaz was instilled with regularity and professionalism in all aspects of life. However, Ingwaz had little desire to conform his ways, earning numerous demerits which slowed down his progression through the Imperial Academy.

Thus, despite top-of-the-class battle and tactical scores for all combat simulations and exercises, Ingwaz was still the lowest ranked of his class. Furthermore, his old age was rare in the Imperial Academy, earning the mocking of his peers-something Ingwaz corrected in the first week at his time at the Academy. Despite rarely attending lectures--subsequently, earning further demerits--and reading the materials assigned, he still managed to achieve a 97% score on his written and oral examinations about the history, protocols, and structure of the Galactic Empire.

However, Ingwaz managed to barely pass the practical starship exams due to his aberrant hatred of them: as a landlubber, Ingwaz absolutely despised all forms of flying and preferred being on the ground at all times. During his second conscious time hypertraveling, he -- to the demise of the training assistant in charge of managing the vessels of the Imperial Academy -- threw up all over the controls of the brand-new Sentinel-class Landing Craft. While the teaching assistant giving him a zero for his accident in fury, Ingwaz was marginally passed due to his excellent prior scores. The Teaching Officer eventually changed the score, allowing him to graduate the Imperial Academy with honours and move on to serving the Galactic Empire in a more official and active capacity.

An Officer's Bane: Paperwork

Ingwaz's transition into the Imperial Army was a long and boring one. After spending days in hyper and subsequently filling out the dozens of Army Logistics Office papers for his equipment manifests, Ingwaz had to wait for the Imperial cogs of war to process and dole out his logistics request. During this time, he spent the next few weeks shadowing a senior officer and for a few moments, his Brigade Commanding Officer (BCO) in his brigade as an independent attachment, slowly learning through the protocols and procedures necessary to lead his own company. While the weeks were uneventful--the gradual process of the brigade regrouping, resupplying and re-assimilating with their naval counterparts after an extended joint operation--, Ingwaz hazily remembers being towed to a non-descript location for Force Sensitivity testing. The details are lost upon Ingwaz, but his veteran experience and instincts with chains of commands strongly push him to just shut up about whatever happened and follow his next set of orders.

As the days dwindled toward the end of Ingwaz's second month as an Imperial and his paperwork finally completed and in the middle of processing, he looked back at the prior weeks with a hint of boredom and anticipation for some real action. At least the paperwork is out of the way...for now.

Imperial Ranks

Grade	Insignia	Rank	Time held
[T-1]		Recruit	Year 19 Day 97 - Year 19 Day 105
[O-1]		2nd Lieutenant	Year 19 Day 105 - Current