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BIOGRAPHY
NAME: Akyto
AGE: 19
SPECIES: Human
FACTION: Independent
RANK: N/A
HEIGHT: 5'7" feet/inches
WEIGHT: 150 lbs
HAIR COLOR: Black
EYE COLOR: Purple
HOME WORLD: N/a
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
STRENGTH:
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DEXTERITY:
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STAMINA:
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INTELLIGENCE:
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WISDOM:
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CHARISMA:
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That smell, that god awful smell of burning hair and skin. The cloaked figure playfully dragged his
light saber on the thin layer of snow, the crimson blade made a lamenting sound and left behind a trail of smoke.
Children and women were running for their lives, tripping on limbs and severed heads. This village had no chance, a sith attack in the middle of the night with no real warriors to defend them? No chance. A young mother with her child were hiding throughout the massacre but the youngling couldn't hold back a screech when the head of his aunt came rolling to his feet, they made eye contact and the sheer look of terror in her eyes sent shivers down the child's spine. Following his mother's instructions, they made a run for it and started heading towards the next village. The young one was ahead, " are we going to make it mum?!" he asked out of breath.
No Answer
To his surprise, he turned around to find his mother, a few feet away locked in a running stance. She was fighting what seemed to be an invisible force pulling her the other way. He started to run back to her, when he stopped abruptly. That look in her eyes... she was telling him to keep running and to not look back. A single tear came rolling down her cheek, and then violently jerked towards the invisible force. With a simple wave of his fingers, the cloaked man made her fly towards him and with a silent thud, the red blade was in her sternum. She gave her son one last smile, as if to let him know everything would be okay, and then closed her eyes. The young boy yelled with anger and started sprinting towards the other village. He dared take a quick peek behind him to see if the assassin was following him, the crimson blade came swirling towards his forehead.
Akyto woke up in a cold sweat. His sheets were drenched. He sat at the edge of his bed and wiped the sweat of his face. He glanced at his nightstand and quickly noticed he hadn't finished his beer from last night and proceeded to gulp it down, some fell on his chin, he nonchalantly wiped it with the back of his hand and had this questioning look on his face. "That dream, again. What did it mean?" He has had that same nightmare almost every night since he could remember now. Usually drinking himself to sleep would spare him the night terrors from time to time but unfortunately not this time. It felt like he was the one holding the red blade, doing all those nasty things, other times he was the boy in the dream. This made no sense whatsoever to him. He put his head in his hand before rubbing the crust out of his eyes and putting his hair in a pony tail, time to work.
Not much could be said about Akyto's past, he was sold at a very young age to a farmer on Antal 4, never really knew who his parents were or what exactly had happened to them. He slaved away all his childhood, day in and day out, stopping only to eat and sleep. At the age of 17, his owner eventually replaced him with younger slaves and decided to sell him for a large sum of credits to a friend of his. This Gotal owned a high end restaurant and had Akyto work in the kitchen. He cooked, cleaned and served the food himself.
On this cold morning, Akyto headed to the restaurant, he rubbed his hands together and exhaled in his palms to warm them as he pushed open the back door of the restaurant.
Instant Shock
That smell....he recognized it right away.
He slowly crouched and made his way to the kitchen, and there it was.
On the floor, laid his master, in pieces. Smoke emitting from the fresh wounds, blood everywhere. Next to him, his wife, also on the floor, limbs across the room. The young man, scared for his life, reached out for a knife and scoped out the restaurant to see if the infiltrators were still present. Thankfully he was the only one there.
He took a moment to assess the situation, sitting on the floor, his back against a cupboard. It bothered him how much he didn't really care about what had just happened, and then it clicked. He was a free man. Without hesitating, he turned around and opened the cupboard door he was leaning on, knowing very well that the owner's cash registry was there. He searched the body for his keys and proceed to loot the register. A Few credits, and another set of keys. He knew that these keys were for the Gotal's personal safe in the basement. Akyto jumped over the dead bodies and rushed down the stairs before kneeling next to the safe. He put the key in and turned it. A small thud was heard and the safe was open. Inside were a few blasters, some ammunition but most importantly the keys to a ship. The young man grinned as he grabbed them.
It's time i find the answers to all my questions.
PERSONALITY
PRACTICAL SKILLS
■■ Slicing | ■■ Survival | ■ Piloting |
■■■ Tracking | ■■ Leadership | ■■ Invest. |
COMBAT SKILLS
■■■ Blasters | ■■■ Rifles | ■ Dogfighting |
■ Demo. | ■■■■■ H2H | ■■ Daggers |
EDUCATION
■■■■■ Cooking | ■■ Engineering | ■■ First-Aid |
■■ Tactics | ■■ Navigation | ■■■ Espionage |
Aky was often picked on by the other slaves while growing up, his short frame and "girly" hair had made him an easy target from the get go. He had to learn the hard way and get beat up a few times before bulking up and training by himself in his room after work hours. At the age of 14 he was the one defending the other kids from the older bullies and got into multiple scraps where he ended up being teamed up against and still came out the victor. He doesn't have any friends, likes to keep to himself, is very polite and understands respect. His big purple gems glow with kindness, he has a good heart, great listener, he looks scrawny but is quite strong for his size and very agile.
EQUIPMENT
Ship: Ophanim-class starship
—MOD
—AMMO
Armor: TALO GEIST'S ARMOR (Light)
Coverage: 3 regions
- Torso: Duraplast chest plate covering to the top of the abdomen
- Upper Arms: Duraplast pauldrons
- Lower Legs: Duraplast Shin guards on inside of boots
—MOD
—AMMO
1. Spare Power Pack (15/15)
2. Spare Power Pack (15/15)
Weapon: Kl-01 Sword
