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  1. Gian Greydragon

    Gian Greydragon Tis I, the Frenchiest Fry

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    Here I will post ideas for future characters.
     
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    NAME: Mrok 'Tiny' Edihnori
    FACTION: Hutt Cartel
    RANK: One/Bounty Hunter
    SPECIES: Gamorrean
    AGE: 34
    GENDER: Male
    FORCE SENSITIVE:
    No
    APPEARANCE:
    Standing at 7' even, Mrok is significantly more muscular than his porcine brethren, due to a strict training regiment. He is built like a freighter, and fights like one. His skin is an emerald green, and he has four tusks protruding from his lower jaw, one of which was sliced in half during a scuffle early on in his career. He has two beady, black eyes, and a large snout.

    ATTRIBUTES:
    Mrok is a lumbering oaf, and a wrecking ball of a fighter. He relies solely on strength and endurance to take down his foes, leaving the tactical side of things to his partner, should he decided he needs one. Not having been brought up to be much more than hired muscle, he's only as smart as his vibro-cleaver. Though with a handful of bounties under his belt, he's not a fool when it comes to tracking down a contract.

    PERSONALITY:
    Mrok is a sentient instrument of destruction. He lives for a good fight, and will fight anyone, be they Jedi, exile, or anyone else that fancies a scrap with this lumbering green oaf.

    BIOGRAPHY:

    Chapter One
    Having been raised among the Hutts on Nar Shadaa, Mrok was polished to be a bodyguard for the son of a Hutt Superdomo, but his personality, and inherent need for a fighter lent well to being an enforcer and strong arm. At the age of thirteen, he began tracking down individuals who owed the Cartel credits, and retrieved them, or beat them bloody for not paying on time.

    Later on in his life, his services extended to those across Hutt Space and the surrounding systems, as he became a more skilled tracker. Lacking in the necessary skills and frame for stealth, he was not considered to be an assassin, but he was called upon to leave lasting impressions on those who crossed the Cartel. His famed tactic involved dropping from small heights onto a person nearby his target, crushing them underfoot, and striking terror into his foe, before doing the necessary deed of either killing or apprehending them.

    As he honed his skills, he began taking bounty contracts, for fun and credits, while still performing his regular duties for the Cartel.
    SKILLS:
    Mrok is an experienced tracker, and melee fighter, taking a preference in his massive Vibro-Cleaver, as his mainstay tool for combat. While his marksmanship takes a backseat to his melee combat, he is no slouch with blaster rifles, and prefers the heavy hitting pulsewave blasters, and heavy slugthrowers. He also typically wears medium-heavy armor, and has a knack for intimidating others with his words, as well as his presence.
    GEAR:
    Deadeye BH Armor
    Vibro-Choppa
    Vibro-Scimitar
    Marauder Pulsewave Blaster - Two power packs

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    NAME: Djoja (Pro. Jō-Jā) Lii 'Eden'
    FACTION: Jedi
    RANK: One/Sentinel
    SPECIES: Human
    AGE: 25
    GENDER: Female
    FORCE SENSITIVE:
    Yes

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    NAME: Dzarro Gohr
    FACTION: Exiles
    RANK: One/Marauder
    SPECIES: Skytri
    AGE: 25
    GENDER: Male
    FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes

    APPEARANCE:

    In most aspects, Dzarro is like any other male Skytri, tall, measuring 6'8", weighing roughly 235 pounds without gear, and an 82 inch wingspan. The operative difference between him and your typical Skytri is that he is a chimera. In his case, this means the right half of his skin is blue, as is typical for males of his race, though his left is a seafoam green color, akin to the females of his race. His right eye is green, whilst his left is blue. His build is muscular, and riddled with scars up and down his torso, as well as his face, wings and back.

    ATTRIBUTES:
    Dzarro stands tall and broad with a muscular physique. He uses superior strength and mobility (even if he isn't the fastest) to take down his opponents. His quick wit and tactful thinking makes up for any detriments in speed.

    PERSONALITY:
    Brought on by a lifetime of torment, Dzarro is a cold and unforgiving individual. If you do him wrong, he will neither forgive nor forget, and will scarcely let you live after doing so. In combat, he is a ruthless conduit of the dark side.

    BIOGRAPHY:

    Chapter One
    Dzarro was born an impoverished native of his people's homeworld, Skye. Contrary to his people's xenophobic practices, they viewed his birth not only as the 'wrong' color but a chimera, took him and placed him under government custody, where he was raised like cattle. After he became five, he was thrown into a cage and placed on display, and set to live of the food that was thrown at him, and what his mother was able to sneak him in the dead of night.

    After three years of saving credits, his father bought a shuttle and a blaster, and attempted a daring rescue of his son, during which, he was wounded horrifically, but was able to get the shuttle into space, setting a course for the Expansion Region of the Mid Rim. He, however would succumb to his wounds before they were able to make it to any planet.

    An orphan, floating about the Mid Rim with his dead father in the cockpit was sure to catch someone's attention, but not before significant damage was done to the boy's psyche. Found huddled over his father's corpse, his discoverers approached with caution, having never seen a S'kytri before, let alone a Chimera. As circumstances would have it, one of his rescuers was a Jedi, who would take him in, and eventually discover his Force Sensitivity, and formally induct him as a Jedi, not knowing how unhinged the young boy really was. This wouldn't come to light until he became a teenager, while on a mission in the outer rim, where he force choked a man nigh to the point of asphyxiation for information on a crime ring plaguing the area. He would carry on to slaughter those among them, leaving their corpses strewn throughout their warehouse.

    When word reached his master, he was confronted, and when he implemented disciplinary actions, Dzarro lashed out and attacked his former master, killing him after a heated battle. Since then, he's aligned himself as an Exile Marauder.

    SKILLS:
    Dzarro is a proficient swordsman favoring a hyper-offensive form of fencing, lending more toward the teachings of Juyo. He was trained as a Jedi in the forms Niman and Shii Cho, primarily, and still fosters a fighting style with these teachings in mind. He is also self-taught in the form Trispzest, or aerial dueling, applying it when necessary.

    He has also developed some half decent proficiency with blaster pistols, as his late master had kept it for him for when he came of age, presenting it to him as a gift for passing his trials.

    For non-combat skills, he is a competent pilot of smaller space craft, despite his disdain for flying aircraft. He can perform maintenance on droids, ships and firearms with relative ease, and can speak S'kytri language and Basic, as well as Huttese.
    GEAR:
    Dzarro carries two dual-phase lightsabers, sporting a blue and green blade respectively. The green bladed saber can extend out to 2 meters, while the blue blade can be shortened to a half meter in length.

    Satyr Blaster Carbine - http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/index.php?threads/satyr-blaster-carbine.77229/

    Exile Inquisition Armor - http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/index.php?threads/exile-inquisition-armor.77151/



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    NAME: Salazar Z'Garrus
    FACTION: Independent/Ossein
    RANK: Vagabond/Pirate/Bounty Hunter/Level One
    SPECIES: Vahla
    AGE: 56
    GENDER: Male
    FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes, naturally drawn to the dark side.

    APPEARANCE:

    Rather handsome for a man of his years, one would think him to be in his forties, rather than nearing his sixties. He is tall, and lean, sporting a muscular build. He stands 5'10" and weighs 225 pounds when wearing no gear. His hair is black with grey and white mixed in, in equal parts due to aging and his Vahla heritage.

    ATTRIBUTES:
    Salazar is quick and flexible, though, due to his cartilaginous bones, which make him very flexible but susceptible to physical attack. For a man of his chosen profession, he is a very wise and intelligent man, capable of handling his own in a debate. He is also rather charismatic.

    PERSONALITY:
    Shrewd, cold and calculated, Salazar has all the makings of a good pirate. Equipped with a sharp blade, a loaded blaster, and a silver tongue. Although, his charisma masks his cold, murderous tendencies. Being drawn to the Dark side, naturally, has added a dark undertone to his word, ladening each one with venom. One toe stepped out of line from any man aboard his ship, and he'll quickly turn on them in an instant. He would kill his own kin if it meant he maintained total order.
    BIOGRAPHY:

    Chapter One​
    Born upon a frigate known as the 'Hammer of Vahl', Salazar was raised amongst a section of his own kind; the Vahla, of Clan Z'Garrus. His particular clan were responsible for raiding numerous trade ships, and republic transport fleets. For years, he was present at raids in and out of the Core. While he may not personally be well-known, due to his preference to keep his name out of the limelight, his clan's exploits have merit and the name Z'Garrus carries weight within the Unknown Regions of space. During his nomadic lifetime, he's seen a great portion of what the Galaxy has to offer, and robbed the better half of it.

    After he turned eighteen, he cashed in his credits saved up from previous raids, and bought himself a frigate, recruiting a skeleton crew to lead his own raids.

    His story begins years later, with a raid on an Echani luxury transport ship. The Echani put up a great fight, but his crew, having sustained great losses, managed to bag a hostage; a young and beautiful woman of nobility, by the name of Sarada Torobah, to keep as a prisoner until they're demands were met, to the tune of 1 million credits. During that time, the two had struck up conversation, and through such, the Vahla worked her guard down, causing her to, temporarily, sympathize with his cause. The two soon fell for one another, and one night of passion, she was impregnated with his son, although, just before he was born, his crew had attempted mutiny, which was brought on due to months of watching Salazar ''soften" in the presence of his new toy. The crew attempted to kill Sarada and his child, causing Salazar to fly into a protective rage, and eviscerate any man that came near her. Wounded in the melee, he was the last one standing, when the Echani rescue team boarded his ship. Promising Promising to come back for her, he fled, taking the escape pod off the ship, leaving his Captain's insignia on the body of one of his crewmen, never to be heard from again. In the 24 years since, he's lived with the shame of not only leaving a woman he truly loved, and his son behind, but abandoning his ship. He has found new purpose as a bounty Hunter and Khudal among the Ossein Fleets.

    SKILLS:
    He is a competent pilot, able to hold his own against all but the most ace pilot's, though he greatly prefers boarding enemy ships.

    As a combatant, he is a freestyle fighter, typically wielding his vibrosword in his right hand, and either another blade, or medium blaster pistol in his left. He is also competent with blaster carbines and rifles.

    He has an affinity for telekinesis, ballistokinesis, and manipulation of the mind, although all he knows of the Force was taught by his elders aboard the Hammer of Vahl .This said, he has a working knowledge of the Force, but la
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    Name: Vahla

    Biology: Vahla (plural and singular) are tall and lithe humanoids, standing on average 1.7 meters in height for females, and 2-2.5 meters in height. The skin tones of pureblood Vahla range from Dusky Brown to Dark Grey. As a whole, they are rather light, due to their fully cartilaginous bone structure, which also makes the capable of extreme feats of flexibility. Their eyes sport pale shades of grey, blue and violet. Their hair is typically white or black, and greys with age, though a 'salt and pepper' mixture of both white and black is not uncommon. A rare hair color for Vahla is red. Naturally speaking, the life expectancy of a Vahla, in standard conditions, is 85 years.

    Breeding: Vahla are sexual reproducers, reproducing through the insemination of a female's egg .Like most humanoids, Vahla adolescents go through puberty, at around the age of 14. After which, their bodies are prepared to reproduce. They are also able to breed with other humanoid races. Although their physical traits might be recessive, the offspring will have that innate draw to the Darkside of the Force.

    Strengths: The Vahla are inherently Force Sensitive, and possess great flexibility, due to their cartilaginous bone structure, enabling great maneuverability in combat, as well as the capability to hide in cramped spaces in ships. They possess a strong connection to the Dark side of the Force.
    Weaknesses: Heavily susceptible to physical damage, their bones break easily, due to their cartilaginous nature. Their draw to the Darkside while it can make them powerful Darkside force force users severely limit those of this race who wish to serve the light. Vahla who were brought up to possess a resistance to this temptation must live with the constant temptation of the Dark side, and be very careful not to go too far in battle. Non-combat focused Light Side Force Users of this race often have the highest success rate.
    Diet: Omnivorous by nature, Vahla tended to prefer meat over vegetables. Unlike their other humanoids, their stomachs are capable of digesting and processing raw meat. It is uncommon for more zealous Dark Side worshippers to ingest humanoid flesh as part of the most extreme Vahlic ceremonies.

    Behavior/Temperament: All Vahla possess a higher intellect by nature. Even the most dimwitted Vahla would surprise a human with their knowledge of the Galaxy and it's history. Capable of being rather shrewd, Vahla can be very successful business people, politicians, and leaders, if they could only get past the barrier created by the stigma against Vahla, for their connections to the Darkside.

    On the opposite side of that coin, however, they can be cold and callous when forced into making ends meet by nefarious means .It is not uncommon for Vahla to steal, or even kill in order to provide for their own. At best, this is caused by necessity, though at worst, it is a common occurrence among the Vahla.
    OOC Note: If one had to assign the Vahla a range from best to worst alignments, it would range from Neutral to Chaotic Evil .
    Communication: The Vahla have their own language, which to most Galactic Basic speakers sounds eerily familiar to Basic being spoken backwards. This theory is supported by their ability to learn Basic in a matter of weeks.
    Culture: The Vahla all belong in some capacity to a cult known in Basic as the Ember of Vahl, which has leanings toward that of any Dark Side cult. Their religion is Monotheistic, with a key Matron Goddess by the name of Vahl. Their shamans were chosen at birth, when a Vahla child was born with a full head of red hair. It is believed that red hair is an indication of Vahl bestowing this individual with valuable powers of foresight, to guide the Vahla in their search for their lost homeworld.

    History: Depending upon which Vahla historian is asked, the recorded history of the Vahla began after their Demi-goddess captured their homeworld. The general consensus states that roughly 8,000 years ago, the living Vahl established their homeworld, though it was a short-lived occupation. Perhaps three generations of Vahla lived on their home plane, before a great, and powerful sorceress, Sseleman, or 'nameless' as her name was erased from history, caused an event known as The Great Deception, wherein a majority of the population was tricked into evacuating the planet under the presumption that a Republic Armada was en route to destroy them. Once the majority of the inhabitants left, and only a regiment of warriors, and several hundred shamans remained, a ritual was performed to teleport the planet and its limited number of occupants to an unknown region of space, leaving millions of Vahla without a home.
    Planet: The Vahla homeworld, whose name was lost thousands of years ago, has been coined Desare, or Erased, by the younger generations of Vahla, and was believed to have been taken over by Vahl, a Force Adept who led her followers and was later deified by the cultists of the Ember of Vahl. Generations later, a sorceress tricked a great many Vahla off the planet, and transport herself and her many followers to a far flung edge of the Galaxy, forcing the remaining to live a nomadic lifestyle. As the result of a long-standing stigma, most planets will not knowingly allow Vahla into their ports. Most shops will not allow Vahla to purchase their wares. This forces them to use force and thievery to get by.

    Technology: The Vahla use whatever technology they can get their hands on, at whatever cost they can bargain. This includes anything from Slugthrowers, to Pulsewave Blasters. Their ships as of the last thousand years have benn stolen or salvaged ships left floating around in space .

    Intent: I wanted to breathe a little more life into a canon species of humanoid that I personally find very underrated. I've enjoyed writing Vahla this TL and last, and wish to flesh them out, and present them in a new, light for this timeline .
     
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    NAME: Aago Lo'Zo
    FACTION: Exile Templar
    RANK: Apprentice
    SPECIES: Weequay
    AGE: 33
    GENDER: Male
    FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes, Trained

    APPEARANCE:
    Covered head to toe in thick, leathery, tawny brown skin, having lived in the deserts of Sriluur for most of his life. Having been a member of one of the nomadic tribes, Aago has weathered Sriluur's harshest summers in his lifetime. His hair is black and braided back into dreads, that started as a commemoration to his years spent away from Sriluur. After finding the Dark Side, he forsook the tradition, and simply braided his hair into long dreads.
    ATTRIBUTES:
    Aago is a stout individual, boasting high endurance and strength even for a Weequay. What he lacks in basic intelligence and charisma, he makes up for in stoic wisdom.

    PERSONALITY:
    Aago does not have much to say, to anyone, other than his pupils on Prakith. He is a man of few words, though what little he does say holds great meaning. He is wise for his relatively young age.

    Aago uses this façade of calmness to mask the rage that brews within his heart, secretly searching for a reason to put one of his blades to use.

    He is still very nationalistic when it comes to his homeworld of Sriluur, and holds to their ideals and religion with an iron grip. That said, he is adamantly xenophobic against non-Weequay, and still actively makes sacrifices to his chief deity, Quay.

    BIOGRAPHY:

    Chapter One
    Aago was born into the searing deserts of Sriluur, to an aggressively expansionist tribal outfit that sought the control of as many of the gem mines on Sriluur as they could muster. From the young age of fourteen, Aago fought in raids against neighboring tribes for control over the most lucrative resource outside of mercenary work.

    By age eighteen, his skills in melee combat we're rivaled only by the greatest warriors in his tribes. He was soon recruited to be a bodyguard for a Hutt, becoming one of the highest paid bodyguards in Southern Nal Hutta. Although the gig was short, only five years long, it ended in the bloodiest fashion, with a Hutt and the rest of his guards gutted because of an off-kilter comment made about the Weequay ancestral home. The last ten years, he's spent evading and defeating Bounty Hunters, and living in relative seclusion in the forests of Prakith. With the construction of the Exile temple, he has begun lending his skills as a mentor to those who wished to hone their skills with blades, both projected, and steel.

    SKILLS:
    He is a martial purist, forsaking the use of blasters, only ever using them in practice sessions with other apprentices. He is a practiced hand at both Shien and Djem So, as well as having essentially mastered Shii Cho. He has an understanding of Mandalorian Boxing, and Teras Kasi, but on a purely recreational basis. In combat, he relies on his blades, and the Force to destroy his enemies.

    As for Force powers, Aago utilizes primarily Physical Augmentation Force Sense. He is also fond of the ability Tutaminus, as a form of absorbing blaster bolts and redirecting that energy into lightning, and frying his aggressors.
    GEAR:

    One Lightsaber - Dual Phase blade - 1.45 meter and 2 meter blade lengths. - Ruby Red Blade

    One Shoto-saber - .5 Meter length blade - Indigo Blade -Standard sized hilt, to accommodate a two-handed grip.

    A satchel of Ball Bearings x30

    Throwing Knives x6

    He also has possession of a
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    NAME: Ano Daa, Exile of Clan Ordo
    FACTION: Hutt Cartel
    RANK: Basadi Mercenary
    SPECIES: Zabrak
    AGE: 35
    GENDER: Male
    FORCE SENSITIVE:
    No.


    APPEARANCE:
    Ano is a typical tan-skinned Zabrak. He has no hair, instead vestigial horns that protrude up to 3 centimeters in length in some areas, near the crown of his skull. He's slightly shorter than most male humanoids, at 5'9. He also has intricate face and body tattoos, as per his culture. Over the years, he's added more, to keep his tradition going. Most of his back, chest and face is tattooed black, with splotches of his actual skin color in various places throughout his body .


    ATTRIBUTES:
    Devilishly keen, Ano keeps his wits about him, often sticking to his Mandalorian training in tough situations. He is naturally sturdy, as a Zabrak, and can dish out as much a beating as he can receive. Spending the majority of his young life being trained by a family of Mandalorian mercenaries, who taught him how to fight, fly, drive, stalk and more. He is a well-rounded and versatile fighter.

    PERSONALITY:
    Ano is a short-tempered, and typically does not stick around for idle chatter. He cares about credits, and lining his wallet with it. He will not take kindly to others, even other Cartel agents encroach on his funds.

    BIOGRAPHY:

    Chapter One


    SKILLS:
    First and foremost, Ano is a crack shot with blasters and Slugthrowers. Living an early life as a Mandalorian has gifted him with extensive knowledge about weapons and various weapon systems.

    He is a skilled hand in Mandalorian Boxing and Teras Kasi, and prefers using his body over handheld melee weapons, opting for weapons like knuckle dusters and punch knives.

    He is an adaptive fighter, able to approach a target stealthily, or from a distance when necessary, although he is best suited at a distance.
    GEAR:
    Black Medium Mandalorian Combat Armor - http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/index.php?threads/medium-mandalorian-combat-armor.76861/

    VibroClaws - http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/index.php?threads/vibro-claws.79283/

    2Lc Compact Carbine - http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/index.php?threads/2lc-compact-carbine-mk-i.79305/

    AM-30 DMR - http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/index.php?threads/am-30-designated-marksmen-rifle.79274/

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  10. Gian Greydragon

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    NAME: Tal Onn
    FACTION: Sith Empire - Imperial Foreign Legion
    RANK: One
    SPECIES: Nagai
    AGE: 30 Standard Years
    GENDER: Male
    FORCE SENSITIVE: No.

    APPEARANCE:

    Tal is an average height, (roughly 6'0") athletically built male Nagai humanoid. His skin is almost sickly pale white, with starkly contrasting Raven colored hair. His face is relatively gaunt, but he is still considered above average attractiveness for a humanoid male. His black hair is typically kept long enough to conceal his knife-like ears; something he is incredibly self-conscious about.

    ATTRIBUTES:
    Nagai, by nature were a warrior-like culture and as such, strength and dexterity were the utmost importance to a Nagai fighter. Coupled with their natural agility, and charisma, they make for a well-rounded 'jack of all trades, master of none' with a few above average attributes dependent on their role. Talk has always considered himself a soldier, and thus focuses on Strength and Agility.

    PERSONALITY:
    While he is relatively reserved, for a fully blooded member of the Nagai race, he is by no means one to shy away from conversation, or using his race's gift of glib to influence those around him. He is first and foremost, a soldier and lives to serve.

    BIOGRAPHY:

    Chapter One
    Tal Onn's upbringing was not atypical for those that live in a warrior culture. From a young age, he was taught to throw and fight with bladed weaponry.

    On his 12th birthday, he was taken along on a raid into the Outer Rim, from his homeplanet Nagi, in the Unknown Regions. They spent what amounted to a week raiding and boarding ships, until they eventually fell upon a ship that belonged to a band of Jedi Exiles. In a flash, half his crew was cut down by the mesmerizing glowing swords they possessed. It was unlikely any weapon they had encountered before, and had no knowledge at the time of Vibro-technology or Lightsaber Resistant metals. His mother was killed, and his father was sold to a gladiatorial ring in Hutt Space. Tal, who was still very much a child, had hidden in a cupboard, and found later by scroungers, who he mistook to be the Exiles that had slaughtered his extended family, and lashed out against, stabbing one man in the eye, resulting him being stunned and taken captive.

    After someone was able to find a translator for the Nagaian language, he was then adopted by a Mandalorian mercenary. For the next six years of his life, he was raised as a Mandalorian, and assimilated well, due to the focus on Honor to one's kin, both by blood and Creed. He never cared for the heavier armor that they used, and stuck to his own personal style, and culture where arms and armor we're concerned. This often caused clashes with the more conservative members of his clanhood.

    At the age of eighteen, he was able to perform his verd'goten, upon which he was falsely kidnapped and sold to a gladiatorial ring in Hutt Space, where he was later given instructions to become the champion fighter before leading an uprising against the corrupt and dishonorable owners of the ring.

    After numerous fights, he made a name for himself and was given certain privileges as a fighter, being given better furnishings and training gear. As he fought, he earned his way through the 'Hawkbat' or low tier gladiators, to the levels above, rising through to the elite Krayt class gladiators, who were essentially the celebrity fighters. After several fights against the likes of every reptomammalian both sentient and non-sentient, he had been able to make several connections with fighters and organized a coup and overthrew the owners, releasing the captive slave-fighters. He would later learn that his father was reigning champion to just before his arrival, before he was killed in a thrown fight.

    After his verd'goten was formalized, he roamed the Galaxy lending services to the likes of the Hutts and the Free Trade Guild, before the rise of the Sith Empire. Seeing an opportunity, he joins the Imperial Foreign Legion for a chance to find the Exile that killed his mother and captured and sold his father to slavery.

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    Tal has a with equally as sharp as his blades. His quick wit, and sarcasm can make him either a pleasure or torture to be around. He is a powerhouse in close and melee range, and seeks to close distances between himself and his targets as quickly as humanly possible, using his natural dexterity and agility to outmaneuver and gut his enemies. He's also fairly versed in Teras Kasi and Mandalorian Boxing, often incorporating heavy handed strikes and grapples with his bladework.

    He is also multi-lingual, knowing Mandalorian, Nagaian, Basic, and Huttese, all picked up from his night nomadic upbringing.

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  11. Gian Greydragon

    Gian Greydragon Tis I, the Frenchiest Fry

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    Name: Grik Volic, otherwise known as Szebat.

    Age: 20

    Species: Barabel

    Homeworld: Barab I

    Height: 7'0" (and still growing)

    Scale Color: Drab Grey and Green

    Sex: Male

    Force Sensitive: Yes

    Rank: One

    Faction: Sith

    Biography:

    Grik grew the sixth of six siblings, and was groomed from a young age to be a great warrior. He was the first of Chief Durzgalosz' offspring to show any affinity of the Force.


    It wasn't until he was being attacked by his four brothers and one sister, that he showed his potential. Being dogpiled by his siblings, he tapped a power he had not known existed, and lifted one of his brothers into the air, and threw him against a nearby stone, killing him, accidentally. Impressed, rather than being enraged by this, his Shaman put him to work as his apprentice. By age, 12, he was able to lift stones twice his weight with the Force, though at the cost of being alienated by the other younglings in the cave. They feared him for what he could do, and shortly thereafter, he began to enjoy the look of dread they would give him. After awhile, he would target the others, throwing pebbles and small rocks from opposite ends of the corridors at them, lift them by their tails, telekinetically and dangling them from the towering stalagtites.

    When the young had grown into teens, and were tasked with hunting skotcarp and nzzt for dinner, Grik ventured out on his own to fight the Shenbit Bonecrushers. With his abilities growing, he felt the need to test himself.

    Armed with a crudely built spear, hatchet and dagger, he sought out the hulking shelled reptilians. In the Badlands of the valley of Mount Stevshuulsz, he found a pair of them fighting over a kill. From atop a stone, Grik his, out of view, waiting to gain an angle on a weakspot on the armor, near the joints, but his stalking was cut short by a piercing roar in the distance. Both Shenbit froze with fear, before shuffling off into rocks beyond them, just as a Durgolosk's six-eyed head emerges from behind a massive stone. As the beast stepped into full view, Grik looked in awe at the predator, that even his elders spoke of with fear in their voice. If he killed it, he would become a legend among his tribe. A prideful hiss escaped Grik's maw, drawing the gaze of the beast. Rather than cowering behind the rock, he hurled his spear with such force that it penetrated the skin, but snapped and fragmented upon impact on the bone of the Durgolosk's shoulder. An uproarious shriek came from the Durgolosk's maw, before his six legs scuttled toward him.

    Thinking on his feet, he leapt and dashed into a nearby cavern, using the darkness within to lose the beast. To his displeasure, the Durgolosk was able to follow, but not without jocilating some loose rocks, causing them to slide, and block off the exit. Grik fought back a chuckle, as the realization that only one of them would live to starve to death, and so he hid, among the stalagtites, waiting for the Durgolosk to drop it's guard. For twelve solid hours, his eyes were locked to the silhouette of the beast, watching him scramble throughout the darkness of the cave, occasionally ramming into the stones that blocked the exit, reminding Grik not to nod off.

    Twelve hours soon became twenty four, and the Durgolosk had finally settled in, accepting that his prey was nowhere to be found. His six piercing red eyes had finally closed, and Grik was free to move to flat ground. Ever so silently, he crept to a lower elevation within the rocks, and focused the Force inward on himself, before turning his attention to the stalagtites the Durgolosk. Making sure he couldn't be seen, should the beast be woken, he gripped a stalagtite and twisted with his will, to wrench the stone free. The process was arduous and ran the risk of awakening and enraging the slumbering Durgolosk that lay merely 45 feet from him, separated only by a stalagmite his height, but he persisted, honing his entire will on the bit of rock, until it finally broke free, he spun hard and aimed for the center mass of the creature. Hitting him directly in the side just before he could react, he pinned his right arm and tentacle, hindering him from moving either of them, as he closed in for the kill, viciously stabbing at the Durgolosk's eyes, whilst hacking away at his cranium. The creature, however was able to strike Grik his tail and break free, but was gravely injured, and blind in four of his eyes. Grik skid across the cave floor, but did not relent, barraging him with Telekinetic shoves and pulls to keep him off balance, before hurling his hatchet into the mouth of the Durgolosk, killing it, finally, just before one of it's paralytic tentacles hit his leg, and rendered it completely paralyzed, leaving him vulnerable until it wore off. The next several days were spent in that cave, living off of the meat of the Durgolosk. He'd fashioned new leather armor from the hide of the beast, saving enough to bring proof to his tribe.

    Once his leg was healed, he began working on an opening to the collapsed entrance of the cave, eventually freeing himself and making his way back home.
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    Grik has been trained from a young age in physical augmentation and Telekinesis, but has been a sith since he was 20 years of age. He has learned more about the Force as a Sith, but still shows proficiency in the afforementioned uses in the Force.
     
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  12. Gian Greydragon

    Gian Greydragon Tis I, the Frenchiest Fry

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