Hugo Siphaar
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| Hugo Siphaar | |
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3 ABY (age 40) |
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Male |
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1.88 m - 6'2 |
| Weight: |
188 kg - 414 lbs |
| Hair: |
Short black ponytail, black mustache |
| Eyes: |
Yellow |
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Empire |
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Hugo Siphaar is a Besalisk in service to the Empire of Seraph. This former Director of Operations and Smuggler with a death sentence on 13 systems is a collector of antiquities and purveyor of luxury. Having a sharp mind and an even quicker tongue. Hugo Siphaar, the corpulent one, has deceptive roots that run deep. Currently serving as the Quaestor of Acclivis Draco, his power and influence within Scholae Palatinae outweighs the hefty death-mark looming over him. Underworld trading and contacts have been key to his success as the ebb and flow of credits being funneled into the Clan's growing economy has been more than welcome. As his belly grows, so does his influence as with four fists, he clutches the scales and watches as they continue to tip in his favor. How far has yet to be seen.
Character History
A Chilling Betrayal
Hatched on a glacier known as Hailos on the frozen oceanic world, Ojom - Hugo Siphaar was born to two parents with differing professions and goals in life. His father was a free spirit and an adventurer who missed most of Hugo’s upbringing and adolescent life. He would come home and fill his son’s head with romanticized imagery of vast seas of black where other worlds could materialize with a simple jump through Hyperspace. It seemed glamorous but it was a hard life. Especially if you had a family. For that reason, he was raised by his mother, a diplomat who worked on the Anso Space Station orbiting Ojom. In fact it's through her, Hugo would develop a gift of gab and become familiar with ship operations, starting at an early age. Refining his skills, he also harbored an inherent lust for all things luxurious. Closely watching off-worlders who would come through the station, an assortment and variety of beings that seemed more like works of fiction or figments of his imagination than real, breathing sentients. He saw their wealth, their items, their ships, and wanted them for himself. He wanted it all. To possess influence through material possessions. To foster a greed that would give him an advantage. A power over carefully cultivated relationships with status being a motivator. But he was still young.
Regardless, his mother taught him to be shrewd and cunning. Conniving even. She wasn't dissimilar in that regard. But she also wanted him to embrace the heritage and culture of his people. Reluctantly he agreed to a Shanza - which was a ritual, a rite of passage for Besalisk males. Two or more Besalisk would hunt a carnivorous sea whale his people called Shatterfish due to the way they broke through the ice to eat whatever prey was foolish enough to venture too close to the fissures where the ice was weakest.
