Name: Castle Price
"They asked me why I let my unit go into battle without helmets, well, it was basic psychology. You see, the higher-ups like to believe that one big faceless mass sweeping over defenders is demoralising. What it actually does is take away your enemy's hesitation. He feels nothing gunning down wave after wave of the same exact thing. But you show him a face, a pair of eyes glinting with life and you give him pause. You make him think for a split-second that you're someone's father, someone's brother, someone's husband. And that split-second...Heh, that's all the time you need."
-Lieutenant Castle Price. Void Hand squad.
Description: People have often (behind his back) speculated that some ancestor of Price had to have done the deed with a Wookie, given the ex-Stormtrooper stood at well over six and a half feet built up with two hundred and eighty pounds of well-toned muscle. His thick brown hair, once cut short to regulation standards was now a bit messier, curling in a clump at the back of his neck and a fringe hanging low over a set of glinting blue eyes. His face is lightly-tanned and quite handsome, the only mark a large scar diagonally across the bridge of his nose.
When expecting combat, Price tends to wear his old Void Squad armour, which resembles the usual Stormtrooper armour on the outside only with a dark-grey colour instead of white and a heavy blaster rifle slung across his back. Relaxing, he's usually found in a pair of black pants and a blue shirt, rounded off with a set of well-worn and scuffed black boots.
Personality: Price tends to play the part that his looks make others expect of him - he's loud and boisterous and enjoys a good scrap as much as anyone does. He has a very active sense of humour and tends to snark at whatever situation he finds him in, whether it warrants it or not. However, it's all part of a well-calculated ruse as, in his own words "Being thought of as dumb muscle gives me an advantage, and you can never have too many of those.". Underneath it all is a rather cold, calculating man who seems to miss very little going on around him and is both ruthless enough and willing to grab onto any weakness an opponent shows, be it physical or mental, and squeeze an advantage out of it. Despite having been drummed out of the Imperial military, he has no love for the Rebel Alliance and tends to consider them part of why the Empire he joined up to serve has become such a dark place.
Background:When asked about his past before joining the Imperial military, Price would say it wasn't worth mentioning. He was born to a middle-class family on Coruscant in what would be the dying years of the Republic. He was six years old when the Emperor announced the formation of the Galactic Empire and reacted to the momentous occasion as any six-year-old would have: by shrugging his shoulders and going back to playing with his toys. The decision that would send ripples through the galaxy passed over him like it was nothing, though he'd look back on it later as the moment when his entire life's course would be changed.
School came and gone for Price and he went to university determined to study psychology, having decided to work as a trauma councillor. Graduating with honors, Price accepted an internship on Vnas, an orbiting station of Duros. The Empire had proclaimed it part of the Corellian sctor and was conducting mining operations on the surface. Life in the mines were stressful and his services were often sought by the miners. Things went smoothly until the Battle of Vnas about six months into his stay there. Until that point, Price had only a cursory knowledge of the Rebel Alliance and no real opinion on them. Afterwards, when a stray blaster bolt from a Rebel Y-wing had struck the section where the medical section, including his offices, were located and vented one of his patients into the black of space before emergency seals were put into place, he despised them.
After recovering from his own injuries sustained in the attack, Price enlisted into the Imperial Stormtroopers and was assigned to a detachment on Nar Shaddaa. He should have been just another piece of meat for the grinder, more cannon fodder for the Empire, but Price managed to prove himself in a skirmish with several smugglers attempting to rob an Imperial weapons depot. With every commanding officer killed or incapacitated, Price took over command of what remained of his unit and using both guerilla tactics and elements of psychological warfare to both stop the assault and ultimately kill the attacking smugglers. Price could tell that the human wave tactics the Empire used in ground assaults were ineffective and antiquated, and ultimately unsuited to urban battlegrounds such as Nar Shaddaa. His performance in the battle gave him the opportunity to suggest an squad specifically trained in psy-ops, enemy demoralisation and harassment. He was given a trial run, and thus Void Hand was born. Void Hand operated for the next year with great success, fighting smaller-scale battles against Rebels, dislodging them from cities where the populace were sympathetic. Soon the dark-grey armour of Void Hand was feared as much as those of the elite Stormtroopers.
However, things weren't all perfect for Price. He'd seen other squads operating with Void Hand attack civilians without provocation, something that didn't sit well with him - he avoided civilian casualties as far as possible, as he was a soldier, there to take out the enemy. Also, since he understood human nature so well, he knew that retribution against those helping the Rebels would only strengthen support for them. Fear only went so far in quashing resistance.
It all came to a head when a Moff ordered the execution of a group of women who had been ferrying supplies to the Rebels in the mountains of Tierfon. Price refused the order, before clubbing the Moff in the face with the stock of his rifle. When the rest of his squad arrived, the women were gone, as was Price himself. He knew that despite his rank, his accomplishments, if he was caught he was going to be executed. He went to ground for a day or two to let the heat die down, before hiding his Void Hand gear in a spot in the wilderness and headed back to the main city to attempt to get off-world. Things didn't go as planned, and he was picked-up, only this wasn't by an Imperial patrol. It was a group of the local Rebel base who had heard of the founder of Void Hand being declared a traitor and thought they had found a new ally.
Oh, they were in for a surprise...