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Jhorub The Hutt
NAME
►Jhorub Kantosij Skurphergi
AGE
► 186
SPECIES
► Hutt
HEIGHT
► 4.2 Meters
WEIGHT
► 1500 KG
EYE COLOR
► Yellow
HAIR COLOR
► N/A
HOMEWORLD
► Nal Hutta
GENDER
►Male
FACTION
► Hutt Cartel (5 Syndicates)
RANK
► Scoundrel
FORCE SENSITIVITY
► No
BIOGRAPHY
It’s an open secret that the Hutt Families are in a state of decline. It’s unclear when the rot truly took root - was it when one of the most powerful Hutts in history was strangled to death by a future leader of the New Republic? Perhaps it was even before then, when the great slugmen had surrendered to the Empire for a brief peace. Or even before that, as the families' constant conflict weakened the whole.
Regardless of when it began, their time was at an end. The remaining Hutt families had become shy, reluctant to do much more than indulge their enormous appetites. Jhorub was content to ride out the final days of their bright history: Born the second son into a nothing family of Hutts, there were no expectations for him. He lived a life of rich, empty pleasures as he traveled between worlds hunting, exploring, drinking, fighting, and more, all afforded to him merely because of his status. While did have a few small businesses, he never cared for the work itself, only using his minor extortion efforts to fund his true passions of hunting and prize fighting.
That was before the AMS virus wracked their space. Destroyed their already waning profit margins, forcing them on the defensive. Then, at the height of the terror, some Rodian lowlife had the gall to publicly execute one of the clan.
And the Hutts didn’t respond. Preef had revealed just how weak the Hutts had become. Reprisals started everywhere - while many Hutts tightened the belt, executing rioters en masse, Jhorub's family was not quick enough to the draw. During a family meeting, an Evocii servant snuck a bomb large enough to destroy their entire compound in a single blow. It’s rumoured it could be seen from orbit. Only Jhorub survived - his burly frame and a fair amount of luck sparing him. As a cost, he lost vision in one of his eyes, a grievous scar forming across his face. A small price to pay.
Jhorub has lost much - his family, his wealth - but not all. And he has learned a valuable lesson through this tragedy: The Hutts cannot afford to show weakness.
Personality & Skills
He has always had a much more adventurous spirit than many Hutts. He loved to hunt, to fight, to travel; he loathed that so many of his kind would sit on their thrones, emptily, for their entire lives. With this spirit came a true joviality and appreciation to the finer things in life - . But like any of the petulant children of Nal Hutta, he had a deep rage that lurked just beneath the surface. When things go wrong, when he doesn’t get his way, he can fall to that easily-exploitable anger.
He has patience, though. He knows he is alone, at the bottom rung, so he can’t indulge his impulses in the same way. Further, he has always had a studious mind; with both fight coaching and hunting, he has put in years of work to become top of the game. He will put that same determination to work in the illicit affairs of the Syndicate.
As a Hutt, Jhorub had immense physical strength, stamina, and longevity. His physical activities, hunting, boxing, and the like, kept his body and mind sharp. He was a skilled marksman and fighter as a result, though his missing eye hampered his aim. Further, he was fluent not only in Hutteese, but also, Basic, Rodian, and Gamorrean. He’s been working on Evocii lately, too.
Equipment
- BM-792 Zok-10 Hunting Rifle
- S-161 "Stinger" XL Yacht
- Neuronic Whip
- F-3PO Protocol Droid
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