Race: Human
Native Language: Basic with an ar'Quan accent
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Hazel
Skin color: Olive
Height: 5: 10"
Weight: 190 lb
Age: 20

Full Name: Mangel "Derf96" Ken'Zel
Physical Build and Appearance: Physically fit, with a diagonal scar across his face from eyebrow to corner of lip
Homeworld: Datooine

Skills: Sniper, Leadership

History: Derf96 never knew his father growing up; born to a single mother in the far outbacks of Datooine, this helped form his outlook on life.

In his early teens, Derf96 stole- er, liberated an old sniper rifle when it fell from the back of a land truck. The passing squad of Old Troopers never noticed it missing. Scrounging ammo whenever he could, Derf96 spent his afternoons taking off the heads of nerk rats and squamous bammits. AFter less than a year of practice, Derf96 could take a trimmit fly off the nose of a nerk rat without the nerk even noticing.

During this time, Derf96 fell in with a bad crowd, the ar'Quan Tummels, at his local kibbutz. It was during this time, when they were stealing liquor from the outposts, that Derf96 discovered his natural leadership ability. It was he that set up their raiding schedules; it was he that fanned the fires of jealousy between the Tummels and the Biz'Quik Kammels; it was he that skipped town as the Tummels and Kammels fought themselves to extinction in the flaming ruins of the old Mining Camp.

With only a rifle and fifty pounds of ammo, Derf96 headed to the closest actual city. He felt out of place here but quickly found a job that could utilize his skills- hunter for the towns largest and best restaurant that specialized in the most dangerous of the local indiginous prey- the 2 ton, clawed and horned, willet. These beasts, with their large bodies and tiny brains shielded with thick bone skulls, could only be brought under sustained fire from many hunters- or even larger numbers of extremely expendable hunters bearing only bone knives.

After the first year, tensions between Derf96 and the squad's leader came to a head. Hezszel, the boss, thought he knew the best way to bring down the willet using minimal amounts of ammo and increasing the risk of loss to life and limb only slightly; Derf96, meanwhile, thought that Hezszel was an idiot, and needed to have his head removed from his shoulders. During the bloody and protracted knife fight that raged in Hezszel's tent that night when Derf96 ambushed him, Derf96 recieved the colorful scar that crosses his face today.

With little sense of humour and a seriousness that seems to age him, Derf96, after his 20th birthday, enlisted at the local Emperial Recruiting Center.

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