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Name: Amon Dietmar

Race: Ozoul (Sometimes called ‘Dragons’ as a derogatory term)

Height: 6'

Age: 38

Eyes: Dark Brown

Hair: Brown

Occupation: Co-owner of Outskirts bar/ Aspiring singer

Scars/Distinguishing Features: Wears a biosynthetic mask, and hard light holographic gloves. Also wears long sleeved shirts and long pants to hide the rest of his Ozoul features. He has many scars across his back, and on his arms and legs.

Personality: Seems very outgoing. He loves to make acquaintances, but has hardly any actual friends.. He never gets anywhere near romantically involved with anyone, as he’s mostly around humans, and they’d discover what he really was and probably have them killed, plus he’s not even sure if he’d be...compatible with a human female.

Background: Amon was born into the Ozoul slave class on their home world. He worked for the queen from the age of 10, already having been taught to be subservient through a torture program commonly used on the Ozoul slaves. The queen didn’t treat him much better than the program.

His mother couldn’t stand how her son behaved after going through the program, and stole as much money as she could. She payed for the underground in the Rome empire to kidnap him when he was 18. She was killed for it.

He refused to believe it was what was for the best, and was put through a de-programming method that didn’t different all that much from his original torture programming. Afterwards, however, he did start to understand why his mother did what she did, and that the slavery on his world was wrong.

But, he didn’t see the underground as any different than them. He stole over 500,000 credits from their fortune stores. He left and went to the planet Orleans on the outskirts of the Roman empire. He purchased the materials to create bio-synthetic skins for makes, and hard light gloves to make his hands appear human. He then used what was left to 1, make an emergency fund account, and 2, buy in as co-owner of a bar. He spent most his time watching the people in the bar and keeping to himself, and he didn’t think he’d ever actually fit in with any of them.

It was at this bar that he first had his brush with the life of a band. One of the most famous bands in the Empire was doing a tour, and wanted to go to ‘less privlaged’ worlds. While they were on Orleans Amon was in charge of the details of their stay. It was in this role that he saw something they had that he wanted more than anything. Everywhere they went they appeared to be accepted, not questions asked.

He decided then and there that he wanted to try and be a singer. He took lesson for two years before making his first appearance at Outskirts, his own bar. He was for the most part a success, though only those in the area really knew him. He had a few of his songs put onto the interworld computer network.

It was through the interworld computer network that the current Ozoul princess heard his songs. She thought they had a strangely Ozoul sound to them, and sent an invite for Amon to visit her on her world. At first he panicked about going back, but he didn’t want to turn down the invitation, as he didn’t have a good reason not to. So he went.

While there he discovered that he had missed his world, despite what had happened to him there. He was on a friendly basis with the princes, though he avoided meeting her family until the day he left. The princess had obviously fallen for him, though he couldn’t understand why, he still looked like a human to world. He spent time with her nonetheless, but he left after watching her beat a slave to death for not giving the proper respect to Amon. He tried to stop her, but he couldn’t use his real strength against her without showing her who he really was.

He left after telling her there was an emergency back at the bar he had to take care of. He never had a further communication with her.

When Amon got back, he was attacked upon entering the bar. He found himself up against the wall with a gun to his head. The members of the underground who had first met him had tracked him and discovered what he was doing. They gave him a choice. Help the Underground until his debt was paid off, or be exposed to everyone he knew for what he really was. The only ones who knew about him were the small group of 4 who had found him.

Of course he agreed to work for the underground. After all, he didn’t want to be exposed and he didn’t much like the Empire. Plus, he figured once they were done with the Empire, maybe the could help with the situation back on his world. Or at least he could hope they might help.