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[size=+2]IDENTITY[/size]
NAME | Fenton Lee |
FACTION | None (Sith Hopeful) |
RANK | None |
SPECIES | Human (Apatros) |
AGE | 20 (Born in 1003 ABY) |
GENDER | Male |
HEIGHT | 5'9" - 175 cm |
WEIGH | 177 lbs - 80.5 kg |
EYES | Silver |
SKIN | Rotten... or so his appearance would lead someone to believe so. |
CREDITS | 0 |
DISTINGUISHING MARKS | His rotten flesh. |
FORCE SENSITIVE | Yes |
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[size=+2]ABILITIES & SKILLS[/size]
[size=+2]ABILITIES & SKILLS[/size]
FORCE SENSITIVITY | 70% | Fenton's connection to the force has been his lifeline within the Galactic Slave Trade. Unbeknownst to him... it was his strength in the force that kept him alive during the "cleansing". He has yet to learn of his affinity to the force. |
STRENGTH | 35% | Having spent his entire life as a slave, Fenton has never really been properly nourished. He would benefit greatly from a proper diet. |
DEXTERITY | 80% | Fenton has always been quick on his feet... but years of combat have pushed him to consistently rely upon his speed and agility to make up for his lack of power. He's grown confident in his abilities and strongly believes in the statement. "I'd rather be hit by a single wasp than a thousand bees." |
CONSTITUTION | 50% | Though his appearance says otherwise... Fenton is actually not on the brink of death. All things considered he seems to be in average health. |
INTELLIGENCE | 50% | Fenton has always had a fairly keen mind, nothing to write home about... but he is by no means an idiot. |
WISDOM | 15% | Having been in the slave trade since birth with majority of his years serving as a fighter , Fenton has never really had the ability to seek knowledge. |
CHARISMA | 10% | Horrid. Though in truth... he's never really had the opportunity to really speak to anyone and probably never will due to his grotesque appearance. |
HAND TO HAND COMBAT | 80% | Given the fact that since the age of nine, he's been placed into the fighting pits in duels to the death... at a rate of two fights in a year due to the recovery time required after each fight. At eleven years in the blood sport, Fenton has killed twenty-six times and each one of the was different. Each one of the did have a factor in common though, every victim was claimed by his bare hands... weapons were not allowed within the pits. |
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[size=+2]LIGHTSABER FORMS[/size]
[size=+2]LIGHTSABER FORMS[/size]
FORM ?? | 0% | Fenton has yet to learn this form of Lightsaber combat.. |
FORM ?? | 0% | Fenton has yet to learn this form of Lightsaber combat |
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[size=+2]FORCE POWERS & ABILITIES[/size]
[size=+2]FORCE POWERS & ABILITIES[/size]
FORCE POWER - ?? | 0% | Fenton has yet to learn this force power |
FORCE POWER - ?? | 0% | Fenton has yet to learn this force power |
FORCE POWER - ?? | 0% | Fenton has yet to learn this force power |
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[size=+2]POSSESSIONS[/size]
[size=+2]POSSESSIONS[/size]
SHIP | N/A |
DROIDS | N/A |
PETS | N/A |
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[size=+2]THE MIND OF THE MONSTER[/size]
[size=+2]THE MIND OF THE MONSTER[/size]
PERSONALITY:
Animalistic... with a shred of humanity just grasping for the chance to thrive. Fenton has been forced to rely upon his basic instincts... Twenty years of enslavement has created a monster. He is a cold-blooded killer and given the opportunity won't hesitate to take the offensive. His silver eyes are wild, almost as if he were a wounded animal that had been cornered. The fight or flight response is non-existent... there is only one response in his mind... fight.
He sees the world through the eyes of a bitter soul. Cast out by his family and forsaken to this wretched life his mind is constantly in flux... unsure of what awaits him in the next moment. One can easily see that this is a broken man. Desperate for a chance to live... for a chance to be free... for a chance at revenge. Easily provoked and hard to calm, these are the reasons behind his appearance... though one would assume that looking as he did that he would be self-conscious, but that isn't the case with Fenton. He revels in his disgusting form... it frightens people, which is something that he's taken advantage of in the pits quite a few times.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
+Relentless.
+His dexterity.
+Proficient in Hand to Hand Combat.
+/- His grotesque appearance, though beneficial in combat, it would make social situations near impossible.
- Animalistic; likely to attack first and to hell with the questions.
- Ignorant of the Universe.
BIOGRAPHY:
There isn't really much to tell. His parents had wanted nothing to do with the baby... he was an accident and would only add to the cost of living. His father worked in the mines of Apatros and barely made enough to keep food on the table every night. A child would only complicate things, so the boy was sold to the Galactic Slave Trade for a mere week worth of wages. The early years weren't bad for the boy, in truth they were quite nice... though he wouldn't remember them. He was nurtured by the female slaves, until he reached the age of six and placed into a role of servitude for a few years.
On his ninth birthday, the boarder picture of what was expected of Fenton was revealed to him. As he climbed out of the small crate that they had locked him in, the stench of death and decay assaulted his sense of smell. The large palm of his master reached down to him and guided him towards the large orange alien standing beside the crude looking gate before them. On the other side the sound of a roaring crowd could be heard chanting the word "KILL!" over and over again. For a nine year old boy, this was beyond his comprehension... until his master leaned in close enough for Fenton to feel his breath upon his face.
"You're up next." Whispered the man standing beside him. The events that follow are of personal nature, as Fenton has yet to discuss any of this with anyone. Perhaps one day, the truth behind this tormented soul will come to bare... until then use your imagination on how he'd managed to remain alive throughout the years. Ponder this... aren't some things best forgotten.
Though for the curious... here's how Fenton earned his fabulous skin treatment. Fenton has seen his share of torture over the years as a slave... as a child he was beat horribly if he failed at whatever trivial task his master had given him. The torment only increased as he grew, but the boy was strong willed and refused to be broken. He was defiant... and so they proceeded to "cleanse" him. Which meant that Fenton had been chained to the wall and then scrubbed down with some form of acid... the result of the "cleanse" left Fenton with the appearance of a rotting corpse... or the walking dead if you will.
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[size=+2]ROLEPLAYING[/size]
[size=+2]ROLEPLAYING[/size]
KILLS:
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BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
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DUELING RING MATCHES:
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GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES:
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ROLEPLAYS:
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