''Closer now my pet.'' - Urgo
Hatched into the wealth of Clan Rutharnzar 214 years ago, ever since he could slide across the floor, Urgo has known nothing but a life of luxury and excess. For centuries, his father Torg, a powerful businessman of the Corpo Alliance, had built a vast and well connected enterprise that spanned every corner of the galaxy. Specialising in all manner of professions and industries that brought billions of credits to Clan Rutharnzar and ushering in a period of great prosperity under his leadership.
With his father often away overseeing this vast corporate empire and with an overflowing allowance, Urgo spent much of his youth indulging in the finer things of life, mixing with criminals and royalty alike as he explored all that money had to offer him. Often away for months on end from his home, the young Jogogun could be found partying on the lowest levels of Acuri all the way to the crystal palaces of Ratrizar nobility, it seemed Urgo had everything he wanted.
This however was not the case, beneath the hazy wine-sunk eyes and bodies of pleasure slaves that tended to his every whim, Urgo felt a burning desire for more. Often seen my his compatriots as something of a piggy-bank to sponge off, Urgo desired something his father and many other powerful figures had gained yet eluded his grasp, respect.
Determined to finally be recognised as an intelligent and esteemed lord in his own right, Urgo approached his father Torg about taking on and overseeing parts of the family business, something Torg, who had come to loathe his son as a disappointment begrudgingly accepted, hoping it would mature his son.
Within 2 years, Urgo reshaped much of his father's business, increasing profits and driving down costs, bringing on his criminally connected cronies to manage the limited operations he now possessed, turning previously underperforming companies into financial powerhouses. This was achieved through under handed transactions, briberies and worst of all, the murder and destruction of competition in the region. While the business flourished under Urgo's new methods, his father Torg soon discovered his son's activities, enraged at how Urgo had taken his well respected enterprises and perverted them down to little more than criminal operations. This discovery lead to an argument between the pair, and after disowning Urgo, Torg would mysteriously die in an explosion of his starship 2-weeks later.
Now in full control of his family’s business, Urgo quickly sold off many assets and companies, keeping those he felt turned the most profit. He left the Corpo Alliance to set up his own petty empire in the expanse sector, twisting his father's legacy into a criminal operation that specialised in producing everything from drugs to weapons. He erected a great palace on Fecundria IV from which to rule, before leaving much of his business to be dealt with by his lackeys.
These days Urgo can be found inside of his palace, indulging in every pleasure possible from the comfort his throne room, enjoying the grovelling and flattery of sycophants and squatters who come to loiter at his residence, finally feeling he has achieved the respect he has wanted since he could remember. So long as the money continues to fill his coffers and the pleasures are ceaseless, Urgo is happy to leave his empire in the hands of his trusted lieutenants, only becoming involved personally when he feels there are opportunities or credits to be made.
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