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- "I'm-a show you the whole galaxy, kid. Ain't no one teach yuh better than me."
- ―Cav Vorka
Firmly routed in the Galaxy's underworld, Cav Vorka was a self-proclaimed bounty hunter, crimeboss, assassin, gambler, or smuggler, depending on who asked and what he was working on. Cav was a wannabe gangster, though never amounted to more than a two-bit scoundrel picking up whatever scraps he could find in a hopeless bid for quick fame and easy credits.
His luck took a turn for the better when he found a young, Force-sensitive child living in the slums of Ord Mantell. The boy had a budding gift for precognition and farsight, two skills Cav thought would be very useful in his lines of work. He offered to teach the boy how to survive the harshness of the Galaxy, and make a few credits on the side.
Character History
Early Life
Cav Vorka was born on the desert world of Sriluur. He grew up in the port city of Dnalvec where his parents worked as members of a local gang affiliated with the Hutt Cartel, acting as enforcers for one of the many underbosses ruling the streets. Cav learned from a young age how power rules the streets and yearned to be more than a mere underling like his parents.
Rather than follow the family business, Cav stole credits from the gang, little bits at a time, until eventually his parents were targeted by the cartel for the thefts. The pair died while Cav made a quick exit with his ill-gotten gains, leaving Sriluur for Ord Mantell. It was there he began gathering muscle to himself with the credits he'd stolen. Leading his own gang, he attempted every venture he could think of--with little luck. It didn't take long for his stockpile to dwindle, and his men to viciously abandon him after giving him a good beating.
Finding himself without a credit to his name, wandering the streets of Ord Mantell City where he came across a child using some mysterious powers to steal food from the stalls around the city. Cav recognized this mysterious power as the Force. During his travels, Cav had whispers about the powers of Force users and realized he could make use of this lone child to further his ambitions.
Mentoring
Scoundrel Lifestyle
- "We don' play tha cards we dealt, boy. That's a suckah's bet."
- ―Cav Vorka
With a Force-sensitive lackey at his beck and call, Cav quickly expanded his little operation, first targetting the high-end gamblers on Nar Shaddaa. After teaching the boy the basics of Pazaak, they engineered a subtle series of signs to signal Cav about when to fold and when to bet aggressively. This was a lucrative scam for a while, but the pair were soon forced to abandon the casinos when some of their marks gathered their personal soldiers and ambushed them. Luckily for Cav, the boy sensed the assault and managed to find them an escape route.
After leaving Nar Shaddaa behind, Cav repeatedly used a similar tactic for various scams, all of which quickly resulted in a target on his back and being run offworld. He mercilessly dragged the boy all over the Galaxy, earning just enough credits to fuel his next sure-fire hussle and teaching the boy the ins and outs of the scoundrel business.
Cav Vorka, ready for combat
End of the Line
- ""I reck'n this's the end oh dah line.""
- ―Cav Vorka
Unfortunately, one big score turned out to be too much for the scoundrel. Cav had managed to obtain some pricey information about a gang trying to smuggle a stolen collection of rare artifacts found on a planet out on the Outer Rim. Ignoring the objections of his little protege, Cav leapt straight into planning a heist that would see the goods fall into his leathery hands before any competing parties. The competition, however, was an Enforcer of the Shroud Syndicate, an organization with secret ties to the Dark Brotherhood, who was unimpressed by the scoundrel stumbling into a highly secretive and volatile deal.
Dealing with the gang's muscle went as well as could be expected, thanks to the powers of his pawn. All seemed to finally go his way, until the mastermind behind the whole deal showed up--a powerful Force-wielder that quickly struck Cav down as he tried to escape. Wounded, he tried to get his protege to fight and save him, but the Enforcer sensed the youth's budding abilities and, realizing Veil was ultimately lacking in morality, made him a better offer. If he turned the relic and killed his "master", he could walk a new path--a path of power and prestige as a member of the Dark Brotherhood. Cav had taught Veil how to swindle, how to be greedy, and how to survive. Theirs was the path of least resistance, and so, his life came to an unceremonious end at the blade of the lackey he had taken advantage of for so long.
Physical Description
Cav was a tall, thickly built member of the Weequay species in his mid-forties. Typical of his race, Cav had thick, leathery skin forming sharp ridges around his jaw. His golden eyes were sunken and beady, in a near-constant state of twitching from a lifetime spent constantly surveilling for enemies. Having balded prematurely, Cav sported a scant amount of hair growing from the back of his head that he kept in twin braids. He favored heavy, bounty-style armor for his day-to-day wear and rarely roamed without his heavy blaster slung over his shoulder.