|Position||Owner - Shark Extreme Sports|
The sixth son of Diet'lam and Shar'lotte Dolo, Yurr'gaan is a beast of a man standing just under 6’6". While the Dolo brothers are all a bit rough and tumble, he used his wealth and access to avail himself of the best martial artist trainers available. He keeps his hair long and pulled into a tight knot behind his head. With his size and muscle definition he thinks that this haircut makes him look like a shark.
He has always fit in better with his uncle and cousins than his brothers. For him wealth was a means to escape the boorish lifestyle his father seems to relish. At the age of 15 he was confident in his ability to physically overcome his ‘lessers.’ It was boredom, not maturity, that stopped his bullying. He found that money would twist his victims much further than an armbar ever could.
This sadistic boredom was -- in large part -- why he equipped Vek Tilma, a troubled kid, with designer explosives. During this time some of the older brothers were leaning on him to ‘grow up.’ Faced with being stuck on the ranch, he found multiple misfits to outfit for fun and profit. This included illegally fast speeders for young racers, booze and drugs for house parties, military grade weapons for redneck hunters, and -- in the case of Vek -- explosives for the pyromaniac. When his father threatened to cut off his trust fund he straightened out; however, the more time he spends with his uncle Till’s kids the more he reverts to his old ways. While legitimately interested in expanding Dolo Industries’ holdings into new markets he constantly cuts corners, ignores regulations, and provokes dangerous situations. He has little care for the Rebellion, or the Empire. His primary motivation is to prove his superiority.
One of Yuur'gaan's ventures, Shark Extreme Sports, brought Yuur'gaan and his cousin Haar'brt Dolo into contact with Jad Lakbret and his brother Davic Oulat. After a disagreement between Jad and SES which came to be known as the Lakbret Swoop Incident, Haar'brt hired bounty hunter Jodo Kast to hunt and kill Jad.
Yuur'gaan has 5 children with 3 different women, ages 7 to 2.
Background Info Edit
From the files of "Jodo Kast":
"***audio file begins***"
This bounty should be an easy gun, stun, and collect some. You shouldn’t have any problems on that end. Listen to this briefing though, you have so no goes and sensitive targets. Your target is Jad Oulat, a.k.a. Jad Lakbret. The contract is fulfilled, dead or alive. There is a 15% bonus if you drop him at the contractor’s feet in carbonite. The contractor is Haar’brt Dolo. We did the standard background, the credits are good, but this is where the sensitive target information was discovered.
Background is as follows. Lakbret and his brother are a couple of Duro swoop racers. His brother Davic, the engineer, and Lakbret the driver. I have attached encrypted files with bios on both. The brothers were struggling in swoop until they got picked up by a bigger outfit, Shark Extreme Sports. But, get this, it’s a division of Dolo Industries. I know, you’re thinking another of Till’s messes, right? Only sort of.
S.E.S. is head by Till’s nephew Yuur’gaan. One of the Dolo sons. He’s doing okay for himself, but he starts talking with his cousin, Haar’brt. There’s a name you should know. ***inaudible*** Anyways. These rich kids start comparing profit margins, and wouldn’t you know it, Haar’brt is making a killing. Eventually he lets his cousin in on the secret, he’s fixing races.
Anyways. You know about the imperial crackdown on swoop racers, right? I have attached a few news clips to jog your memory. Imperial BS about rebels and swoop. The important thing here is that the Imp presence has really heated the numbers on alien racers. There’s no bad alien drivers left on the circuit. So Lakbret’s long to lose. They fix a race, and then use a substitution rule to bring in a ringer. All by the numbers. Anyways, apparently Lakbret knows the sub, and refuses to take a dive. Not only does he qualify and place. The loca peedunky actually wins.
Should have been over right there, but one of the Dolo sons cuts the other Oulat brother a deal to sweep this thing under the rug. They end up on a passenger service we know to be a rebel smuggling front. The Dolo sons are walking away from this thing, but Haar’brt is pissed. The very next race he fixed, the racer punked out too. Can’t really run numbers if no one is afraid of you, am I right? Of course. The other racer is another contract. Haar’brt is on the war path. I suppose I can’t complain too much. That megalomaniac’s ego is our job security.
Oh, umm, ending transmission
"***audio file ends***"