Harkzrin

[E-123 Omega]

"There is little honor in this world, and my people understand little of what must be done. If I am a Madclaw, then so be it! The loss of honor is nothing to me, in this sad foresaken world. For the greater good, I will sacrafice my own dignity to restore peace!"​

Physical Appearance:

I am a wookie, you could guess well as to my appearance. Im 2 meters or so, about 80 years of age However, you'll find I am more... shaven, then other wookies. At the torso and my face, due to my tribes practices, we shaved ourselves down to an extent. We believed that long, large amounts of fur only hampered us with mats and tangles, and kept it shaved to give us its warmth but not its troubles. I have a green shoulder pad from my tribe upon my left shoulder. It was both ceremonial and effective, as it can halt blaster fire and slug alike. (Our tribe utilized more advanced technology in weaving metals with wood.) and a pad of the same basic design upon my right forearm, which was made more for blocking things like vibroblades, as of course, my sword arm was susceptible to such. My claws are sharp, and of medium length, and they have to be, if I am to fight with them.

Abilities & Gear:

I have often said a warrior is not dependent on weapons to fight, however, to have a bit of firepower on you can't hurt. I am armed with simple weapons: In the armored pad on my right forearm is a hidden, retractable vibroblade that I myself built into the pad. I also have the usual bowcaster and ryyk blade, but I often forsake the former. When outsiders came to our realm, I was weary at first. They loved war, and I as a warrior hated it. They spoke in terrible, gutteral voices, in a sad attempt to speak Basic. But they were useful, as I pawned a nice assault blaster rifle with scope and eye enhancement device off of them. An assault rifle of sorts, able to cut through armor rather well, yet surprisingly accurate. I know this because I used it to kill most of them and chase the rest out of our village. But truely, it is my claws I favor. A tool, and a weapon, at the same time... they are useful for my work as a mechanic, yet they cut deep into my foes. They helped me kill many a foe in the Shadowlands...

Personality:

I love. I love this world, as terrible, cruel, and pathetic as it is. I love my tribe, I love my planet, this Galaxy, and even the Force, which chose not to bless with me with its majestic power. It is why I choose to fight to bring the world to peace. But I do not love battle, I only see it as a necessary evil. I wish to cripple both Hutt and Republic alike, so that I may see them come to peaceful talks, as I did with my own people. I am considered grim, but I consider it a tough love toward this world. I consider myself a mechanic, a creator, a repairer, not a being stained with blood who loves violence, and has blisters on his hands from constantly using weapons. The true warrior is the worker who picks up a sword to defend his fellow man with both arms and blade, as my father said to me. I live by that, and I doubt anything will change it.

History:

Puphood.
Long ago, on my home planet Kashyyyk, I was born to my father Huronkar, and my mother Shanzis. I was raised in a particularly advanced village, who had taken up things shown to us my outerspace dwellers who came down here. I was raised into my fathers craft of mechanics, fixing ships and working with materials, but of course, I took part in hunts and ritual combat to become a warrior to defend us when called upon. It was in my trials to become a warrior, and considered an adult of the tribe, where I first learned of my own skill in combat. I was faced with an old peer of mine, one of the older, more brutish and bigger then I, but I came out in the end as victor when he repeatedly charged me, defeating himself. It was my first taste of real combat, and I disliked it.

Shadowland Times.
There was a time when a group of bandits landed near the tribe, who had special wares. I took some of them, but when they showed ill-intent, I forced them out of their hiding place, and with the aid of a few of my fellows, we managed to win. We boarded their ship, but however, in the heat of battle, the men attempted to take off with us on it, and we hampered this, dragging them off the controls, I even slashed one of their faces off, though no one saw it or knew of it, I could see it was the begining of something. The ship turned onto its side, and began to fall through the trees, and by this time all fighting ceased, which left panic to ensue. The ship descended into the place many feared to go, the Shadowlands...

I spent years down there... I fought tooth and nail, I was all alone... it was the first time I feared so much, when I thought the world was evil and scary, which it was... but looking back now, it only reinforces my want to cleanse the world. I spent years, alone, in that dark world, and it was what taught me that honor only means so much in this dark world. I used my claws to climb, to carve myself a home, but yet I use it to fend off wild beings when all else failed. I do not regret what I did... but at the time I did, when the day came a hunting party found me, I was half-dead, and frightened, and I told no one of the happenings of that time.

The War and Madclaw
Soon our tribe got involved in a brutal war with another tribe north of us. The battles went on for years, I saw the death and dishonor of all the bloodshed, and I saw for the first time, how lost this world truely was. I decided then, that to end this war, was to stop at nothing to cripple both tribes, to force them to talk, as both Chiefs were too ignorant to see the light that I had. I used my claws in secret, taking my kin down, and the enemy tribe, but they did nothing even though they knew I was using my claws for weapons. All they wanted was for me to take their enemies down. I even garnered the attention of a human: Tam was her name. She had been visiting Kashyyyk for some reason, and with her help I crippled both tribes, and we forced them both into diplomacy. However, it was then, at the end, that my kin turned on me... they branded me a Madclaw for it all, and cast me out. I was forced to leave Kashyyyk, and too my own people, a disgrace. What now? I will continue my work. I will cleanse the world, for where I failed in Kashyyyk, I shall succeed in the Galaxy. This world may think me evil, but for the greater good of the world, I'll do what other fools wish not to think of. I will do all I can to bring peace.