Shani Tregua

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Tregua is a sleek looking Character; Hair slicked back most of the
time. Large hollow eye sockets, tightly pursed lips and a very defined
bone structure are just a few of his hansom qualities.
He wears a ring on his left ring finger, though no record of a
wife exists. He has a high craftsmanship time piece on his wrist, and
is most commonly seen wearing custom tailored expensive three piece
suits. 
All these qualities match and yet object to his demeanor. Shani
can strike up a conversation with just about any being and have their
full attention, or he can focus a thousand yard stare that would drive
a wookies' mother to tears.
== History ==
Not much has unfolded to the history of Shani Tregua, aside from a few
details of his youth. He was raised on the streets of Coruscant by a
rich, corrupt bureaucrat who had little time for a relationship with
his son, except to have him run numbers with the local bookies, and
deliver pay offs to the different organizations. Shanis mother was a
two bit hooker who died from a fatal disease when Shani was 9. 
Shani spent the remainder of his youth living in the home of a
notorious mob boss who saw to it that he was well educated in matters
of crime. Having been taught by his father how to handle a fire arm,
Shani quickly earned the respect of the mob boss, and became known to
the criminal world as "shooter Shane, trigger Tregua," and more
recently, "Shane Trigger". 
Then, one fateful day, at the age of 24, Trigger would commit to a
crime that would change his life as he knew it. Walking into the pool
hall of his Mob bosses home that day, he saw his father standing over
the mob bosses dead body, smoking gun in hand. Shane had really only
been close to one person his whole life, and now that person was laying
lifeless on the floor in a pool of his own blood, a look of shock and
horror on his face, eyes rolled back in his head, stone cold dead.
His father turned slightly, glancing over his shoulder. "What yah
gonna do boy?" the dad taunted, "There's two types of people in this
world scrub," glanced at his gun hand, "The quick-", gestured with the
barrel to the corpse, "-and the dead."
Shane had heard that phrase a million times and believed it. There
was no hesitation; no surprise, shock, horror; not even anger. in a
single brilliant move he gripped the pistol at his side- smoke, as the
other mob kids had labeled it- thumb unclipped the holster buckle, middle
finger released the safety, thumb cocked the hammer, pistol already
pulled sitting gently in his hands just beneath a slightly bent hip,
the trigger finger feathered back, and hot blood spewed forth from his
fathers neck as he grasped desperately at it, coughing out the word "W-
...why?"
He dropped to his knees and then to his side, all the while
staring at Shani in shock and bewilderment, but Shani offered no
solution, no closure; just his cold, dark resolve. His father reached
for his boot, Shani kicked his hand away. He stood, watching with no
expression of any emotion on his face, until the last breath was
expunged and the last flicker of life was gone from his eyes, then
walked out of the home, grabbed a quick breakfast of steak and eggs at
the local diner, and caught a ride at a local harbor with an
off-worlder who offered safe passage in trade for labor. 
Shane spent the next six years making his way around the galaxy,
working for traders, transporters, salvagers, and other small time
business men. He sold smoke to a trader for a pouch of tobacco and a
jacket, and never again touched a fire arm. 
At the age of thirty he returned to Coruscant to take care of
some unfinished business. He then joined Silverhelm Entertainment
Media, caught a ride with Bill Wildstar to the Corporate sector, and
began a new life.
Category: Individuals