Name: Ashard "Dragoon" Duran

Callsign: Dragoon aka Drag Queen

Age: 20

Height: 6' 3"

Weight: 163

Hair: Brown

Eyes: Blue/Green

Reason for joining the Vast Empire: Chicks dig guys in uniform

Home Planet: Amorris

History:

The son of two wealthy narcotic dealers, Dragoon learned at an early age the art of survival and talking your way out of any situation. His father, one of the biggest glittersum dealers in the galaxy, was killed by a pimp on Mos Eisley after failure to front a bill on the services of two lesbian Twi'leks, while his mother was captured by Jabba the Hutt and put into service under that very same pimp.

So, at the age of 10, Dragoon was forced into a life of solitude. He traveled the galaxy, hitching rides where he could, always bringing a towel (of course), and generally making a menace of himself. On Bakura he was chased off system by the Prime Minister after talking his daughter into marrying him, then stealing her virginity and bragging about it to the guards.

After about seven years of living life under the law, he decided the best way to pick up women was to join the military. It was widely agreed that the Rebels didn't stand a chance, and their uniforms were a lot uglier than the Imperials, so the decision was simple in Dragoon's mind. So he enlisted.

He was placed first in the Dread Knights, which were a branch of the Fallen Angels, in which he learned the benefits of explosives. During this time he met one Amanda "Grl" Fury, and started having relations with her. After about five months, it was widely agreed she was a total slut, so he went onto her ship and slit her throat, then threw her body out one of the hatches. He was then transfered to Jester Squad under the command of his good friend, Kiption. And that is where his story continues...