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Draxus Indoril
AGE
► 26
SPECIES ► Epicanthix
HEIGHT ► 6"8
WEIGHT ► 120kg
EYE COLOR ► Green
HAIR COLOR ► Brown
HOMEWORLD ► Planet Panatha
GENDER ► Male
FACTION ► Exile
RANK ► Apprentice
FORCE SENSITIVITY ► Level 1
BIOGRAPHY
In the depths of the jungles of Panatha there lives a group of tribal exiles. Far from communications and travelers from civilized worlds, they forge their own path. They have no-one to explain to them their mysterious powers. No-one to tell them other planets and people have mysterious powers. They have to make their own reasons, their own destiny. Their race means there is no mind domination via the force, in fact the only domination was through practical and social means, a people who shared a culture and a belief. A belief that their gods have blessed the few with powers to destroy their foes, and the only way to retain these powers and not anger said gods, was to use them. Use them to destroy their foes.
"Brother!" He called across the battlefield, blood covering his bare skin as he pulled a vibroblade free from the throat of his opponent. Turning, he held out a hand, the next man raising into the air clutching his throat. This group were not brothers by blood, but by faith, and they fought together as though they were real family. They'd pillaged a crashed supply ship a few years prior, and were trying to repair it to little degree of success. Despite, they'd attained quite a few weapons from the ship, and having butchered a man with a laser sword, their leader held a pink lightsaber tearing through the enemy tribe like wet paper. The man who was most powerful was the leader, this was the rule. This was the law. If you beat him in combat, you were the leader, if not, you died and the next person would think again before trying. If you fought on Panatha, you fought to the death. Draxus was the right hand to the leader, which meant he fought and killed for him. For food, supplies, their gods, and to prove they were the strongest tribe. Fore, if they were strongest the gods would smile upon them. To join the tribe it was simple, you had to ask and pass the test. Due to the brutality and difficulty of the initiation, only the force sensitive survived. The initiation, was to survive in combat against another of the group. A near impossible task for most, though children were accepted without quarrel. To a point. If more than one child wanted acceptance, he had to defeat the other child in combat. No weapons, only killing with their bare hands.
As time went on, more and more travelers had come to the world, either exploring or trading. Some inhabitants traded with them or offered them accommodation. But should they land on the wrong side of the planet, they would be hunted by the warring tribes within the deep, dense jungle. Draxus's tribe had killed a group of traders, but as they approached the cowering man inside their ship, he grasped his leaders wrist to prevent the saber reaching its target. "Wait." The leader, Kit, looked at him with furrowed brows, enraged and fueled with adrenaline, he stormed towards the man pushing Draxus aside. "Wait!" He shouted, bringing the vibroblade up swiftly and blocking the saber slash mere inches above the mans head. "This man. He flies the star across the skies. The gods have descended him and his star for us." Though he spoke wisdom, Kit frowned. He could not allow it to be seen that he had been overruled by his right hand, it would make him look weak. He forcepushed Draxus, throwing him across the ship telekinetically, slamming against the wall. Letting out a gasp in his winded state, he struggled to breath, looking up at the two. He would not be able to push Kit, but the other man, possibly. Holding out a hand, he pushed the man back off of his knees, sliding across the floor. Kit's vertical saber slash hit where his head should have been, and continued downward leaving a scorch mark in the ground. He turned around, he now had a new target. But as he turned, Draxus's weight hit him in the waist, slamming him into the dashboard of the cockpit, grabbing the saber wrist with one hand he proceeded to pummel his face in with his other, punching Kit's face continuously. There were no allegiances in the tribe, only strength.
The pilot, without much choice, was sat in his usual seat, the brains of Kit left on the dashboard, his corpse besides him. He didn't know how to react, besides doing what he was told after having his crew butchered. Draxus sat with the four members of the tribe who's joined him aboard the ship, watched him beat down Kit, and now followed him as the new leader. The group traversed the galaxy, Recruiting the ones who sought their ferocity, or ones who sought to not be killed by said ferocity. Though in reality they were not nearly as powerful as many other exiles in the force, they made up for it by shear, unhinged violence, believing that living for battle, and dying in battle, were all ways to enlightenment, all ways to please their gods and attain more power.
Strengths
-Physical Violence
-A basic understanding of the force
-Natural Leader
Weaknesses
-Lacking any official training
-Short tempered
-Diplomacy
-Limited knowledge of galactic basic
-No training with blasters
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Draxus shares more compassion than his tribal peers, but it would be foolish to assume him as soft. Though he will protect his companions, he shows no mercy in battle, to the point of idiocy. Without thought, he harnesses rage and attacks with the ferocity of a beast.
His basic is lacking, meaning he sometimes struggles communicating with people outside his small group, but hes fluent in the universal language of "power". He respects powerful people, and believes those blessed with it are blessed by the war gods, even if they don't believe it.His ambition falls somewhere between "ruling the galaxy" and "Being the greatest warrior in said galaxy." Or perhaps he dreams of both.
Common courtesy and general manners and social norms are lost on him due to his tribal culture, but there is room to learn for him as time progresses, and he will be willing to learn from anyone who demands or earns his respect.
-Pink lightsaber
- Rudimentary trading vessel V33 Orbiter
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Personality
Draxus shares more compassion than his tribal peers, but it would be foolish to assume him as soft. Though he will protect his companions, he shows no mercy in battle, to the point of idiocy. Without thought, he harnesses rage and attacks with the ferocity of a beast.
His basic is lacking, meaning he sometimes struggles communicating with people outside his small group, but hes fluent in the universal language of "power". He respects powerful people, and believes those blessed with it are blessed by the war gods, even if they don't believe it.His ambition falls somewhere between "ruling the galaxy" and "Being the greatest warrior in said galaxy." Or perhaps he dreams of both.
Common courtesy and general manners and social norms are lost on him due to his tribal culture, but there is room to learn for him as time progresses, and he will be willing to learn from anyone who demands or earns his respect.
Possessions
-Pink lightsaber
- Rudimentary trading vessel V33 Orbiter
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