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Real Name: Patrick Lynchen
Nickname: Klown
Significance: Having taken on the semblance of a wandering Klown from many performance acts across the universe, Patrick has modeled himself after the ultimate enducer of entertainment. Wether that be the emotional drainage of the saddened clown or the elevation from the trick preformace of a happy one, he brings all this to his daily life. As a matter of faith, he spreads either on his whim to balance the minor goods and evils of the worlds he visits.
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Hair: Black
Eyes: Black with a tint of yellow
Height: 202 cm
Weight: 90 kg
Abilities: Sensing nearby life forms through latent force potential, Extreme pain tolerance
Special Skills: Basic military/medical training
Profession: Former Mercenary, current status N/A
Marital Status: Single
Relatives: Roy Lynchen (Father - Estranged) Samantha Lynchen (Mother - Deceased) Rand Lynchen (Brother - Deceased)
Religion: Cosmic Balance
Physical Appearance: Klown is a massive personage, with broad shoulders and thick chest, easily imposing over most average folk. Typically he will dress himself in the vestments of his charade and namesake, the Klown for which he has modeled his lifestyle to. Thus he may appear elated as the entertainer he might seem to be whilst bringing pain to others as the sadness he may portray. Either way, his size and strength make him hard to miss in any given crowd of humanoids, not that he would ever be spotted amongst such.
Mannerisms: Always in character, all the time of every moment, he can come off as a bit loony. Of course he is rather loony, but thats not quite the point. Klown prefers a flair for the dramatic and sometimes the impromptu, leading to many an instances of dance walking or the rolling of arms and hands to over-emphasize the words he speaks. Nearly always in motion one might almost confuse him for a drug addict of some of the more terrestrial types.

Biography

Patricks life truly began at the ceremony of the Feather and Bowl, where he received the feather that promised his future would be laid out before him, full of grand things. While his brother was taken away to commune to provide for Patricks furthering education, Patrick went on to attend all the best schools and mingled with the children of Bakura's social elite. A life laid out with him for a career in the Bakura defense force would surely grant him an ease into a later political life and finally become a player on the galactic stage. Surely, for him, life could not get any better and yet sadly this was also the truth.

During his training at the Bakura Military Academy the second Ssi-Ruuvi invasion disrupted his life permanently, shaking not only the face of his future but of his very existence. The commune, one of the many successful attack sites of the Imperium, had been ravished for entechment victims. Among which had been both his brother and mother, snatched from him just so quickly. No good-byes and no time for reflection. Gone, just gone. Worse yet, his prestigious Defense Corp had little to do with the actual repulsion of the reptilian bastards. No, it was those damned Jedi, for all he knew it was their presence alone that had tipped the balance to kill his family.

Soon after he found himself in a funk, unable to concentrate on classes or maintain the social circles require to keep an active political life. Dropping out of The Academy he turned his back on Bakura and his father, whose ambition was just as strong as his had been and became furious at his newly maintained disassociation with the Academy and his rising future. Taking work on a trading frieghter heading into the Inner rim he left the past and never looked back, beyond his faith nothing remains with him of those long past days.

Finding himself far from what he had called home with little in the way of credits and not many jobs offering for the life he had become increasingly accustomed to, he made a life changing descion that has lead him to become what he finds himself to be to this day. Applying what he learned in military academy, he began to hunt down local criminals for a small profit to keep himself alive. Later taking on bigger and bigger jobs on his own, he found he highly enjoyed the sensation of combat no matter the circumstance. Lacking a certain fear of death, an almost sensual love of pain and a highly refined strategic and tactical intelligence it wasn't long before he became a sought after commodity amongst the Inner Rim mercenary circles.

Work in progress, still developing as a rough outline...