Hakan Bolandras

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NAME: Hakan Bolandras

FACTION: None/Undecided

RANK: None

SPECIES: Pyn’Gani

AGE: 26

GENDER: Male

HEIGHT: 5’11

WEIGHT: 180 lb

EYES: Brown

HAIR: Black/Grey

SKIN: Tan

CREDITS: 1,800 credits and a travel voucher to beautiful Mustafar.

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Scars on hands, arms, chest and back from working with heavy machinery and being subjected to some type of physical lashing type of abuse. Distinctive vibroblade type scar running from right side of chin to right eye.

FORCE SENSITIVE: Very

STRENGTH: 10/10 - A life filled with hard labour in the mines, paired with his time in the pits made for a strong body. Chiseled and formed like the very rock he cut into, his body is honed for violence.

DEXTERITY: 7/10 - While strong, he still possesses a modicum of agility and dexterity. While not his forte, he can move well enough yet.

CONSTITUTION: 8/10 - Years within the mines and being subjected to the pits have fortified his constitution and will to a fine edge. He is stubborn and strong minded. Hailing from Polus he has a natural resistance to the cold and frigid temperatures that even the strongest slaves would balk from.

INTELLIGENCE: 6/10 - Hakan was never afforded a proper education, his life was forged in stone, blood and fire. His classroom was the mine, his teacher the slaver that wielded the whip.

WISDOM: 6/10 - His lack of proper education lead to issues with proper reasoning. What wisdom he has comes from what he’s learned growing up as a slave. He knows when to bite his tongue and when to fight back.

CHARISMA: 3/10 - His family were all killed in front of him, his friends all died as they grew up. His only social responsibility was wondering where the next friend would be buried. He’s not very social, or well spoken.


PERSONALITY:

Hakan is a brooding, quiet individual with an air of indifference about him. To some he is an enigma to solve, to others a person to avoid. He tends to avoid large crowds, and likes confined spaces due to his childhood in the mines. When engaging in conversation with others he tends to look away, an avoidance strategy made from either fear or discomfort.

To those who know Hakan best, which is no one they’d know he’s a gentle and fragile, yet dangerous soul. He’s fiercely loyal to those he can call friends and will do anything to protect them. He’s seemingly unaware of societal norms at times, sometimes pushing through people, not using proper manners or appearing rude and brash; all unbeknownst to him.

BIOGRAPHY:

Hakan was born to Allyn and Valeria Bolandras in a small settlement on the planet of Polus at the turn of the age when mining began to make it’s very known entrance to the planet. While most corporations were content to use the cheaper Polus labour, some were more content with simply enslaving the smaller, defenceless settlements. Unfortunately, his was one.

One cold night, when the sun was falling to it’s lowest, they came. Hutt backed slavers who attacked the village, sparing no adult; killing them mercilessly in front of their own children, before whisking the young away to a nearby temporary Slaver camp to work in the mines. The children who were old enough to hold the tools were sent to the deepest parts, while the younger ones were to sort through the rubble and debris, picking out precious minerals and materials.

Hakan saw his elder brother and sister enter those mines, and each day they returned more sickly, dying from exhaustion, starvation and dehydration. Each day he toiled alongside them, a mere seven years old; picking through raw materials to deliver to the smelters. As him and his siblings grew, so did their roles. His sister was taken from the mines and put into another “Service” for the foreman, his brother was pushed deeper into the mines where words of rebellion and mutiny were whispered often.

Just 13 when the rebellion happened, he took his elder brothers side; who then 18 rallied the other slaves to fight back. The rebellion ended in bloody discord, his brother used as a display for all other slaves, alongside his sister. He was condemned to the furthest depths of the mines...The pits, where slavers would fight slaves against each other for claims to rations. To live in the pits meant fighting and killing to survive.

Over the next 6 years Hakan fought, killed his fellow brethren and lived just another day. Each day, a piece of himself died alongside those he killed to survive. All the time he told himself, one more day. One more day.

Finally, that day came. Eight years since he went to the mines he emerged not a free man, but a gladiator. A slave that would bring honour and fortune to his master in the dark recesses of the Outer Rim. For the next five years, shackled and forced into quiet solitude and training he proved himself worthy time and time again. First it was with fists, common brawls in the back alley clubs; then it moved to private events with wealthier clients. People of respected fortune, where he wielded sword, spear and fists in mortal combat with other gladiators. As time passed, so did his sanity and he began to break. Until one night, after a match which ended sour for the young gladiator turned the favours of his master who lost a large sum of credits. He was left with two options...Return to the pit, where he would die...Or kill his master, the slaver who owned him for so many years and seek out a new place.

And seek out this new place he did.


FORCE POWERS:

None. Minor ability to sense and feel emotion, pain, anger and joy in others.

SKILLS:

Advanced hand to hand combat skills, alongside advanced long blade and spear techniques. Has the ability to withstand cold environments for long periods of time due to heritage. Ability to take large amounts of abuse, damage and punishment due to upbringing.

LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS:

None.

STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:

Hakans strengths revolve around his upbringing. His martial skill and prowess are second to none. Due to his life of fighting, killing and surviving in that sense he has a keen sense during combat. The ability to remain indifferent under stressful situations, rather than to panic and run. His toughened skin and flesh allow him to ignore large amounts of pain that would cause other people to turn face.

His weaknesses run the same line, socially he is rather inept. He has a difficult time in trusting people and makes decisions based on himself, rather than others. His lack of a formal education means he will likely never be able to do many things an educated individual could, meaning he gets frustrated easily at riddles, puzzles and things that require any sort of higher intelligence to solve. What he has in physicality he lacks in the mental aspect.


GEAR:

Hakan carries with him a rucksack filled with his life belongings, which is very few. A precious gemstone from his brother. his sisters comb, food and water to name a few. He has a few pieces of thrown together harder weaved plates that he uses as gauntlets over his large forearms, but dresses very sloppily most of the time. Due to his genetic traits he typically feels a bit warmer than most so he tends to wear short sleeves or tanktops, keeping his forearms and hands covered so people will not see the brunt of the scars. He keeps his long raven black hair slightly unkempt, but free from his eyes and brushed back. He typically carries with him a long vibrobladed staff, where the end is shaped much like a blade, and the other end weighted somewhat. He keeps a crude leather wrap around it to make it publicly acceptable.

SHIP:

None

DROIDS:

None

PETS:

Tame Arrak Snake, taken from an animal fighting ring during one of Hakan’s past matches.
 
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