Kale, Sobrenth (WIP)

[Prince]

NAME: Sobrenth Kale
FACTION: New Sith Imperium
RANK: Sith
SPECIES: Nautolan
AGE: 19 Standard Years
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 6’ 0”
WEIGHT: 175 lbs.
EYES: Black
HAIR: None
SKIN: Green
CREDITS: 1,000
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Much of the upper portions of his body (chest, neck, face, shoulders, head tresses, etc) are covered in light to prominent scares, the most prominent cutting its way down the left side of his tresses and over his neck.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes.

STRENGTH: Years of facing Glee Anselm’s tides, storms, and hostile fauna have toned Sobrenth to swim against the current and survive. Pushed to succeed in his tribe’s hunter/gatherer traditionalist mentality, he has had to rise above what most would consider average, being able to take on large prey by himself and shunt spears into large armored fish.

DEXTERITY: In water, it is as if he had become weightless, effortlessly banking and outmaneuvering a great deal in even murky depths. On land, his reflexes are unhindered by the watery medium, but he is far from great feats of acrobatics, much more likely to walk on ground or swim in the sea than taking to the air or climbing. Anything more vertical than ground worries him.

CONSTITUTION: As he has never left his homelands or come into much contact with the outside, sickness could find him if generations had gone so long without contact with ailments. His recoveries from injuries take shorter than what is to be expected, his body refusing to stop for any mere scratch or bruise or broken anything. He is resilient to a fault.

INTELLIGENCE: Being from a place far from regular almanacs and articles of scholarly knowledge, Sobrenth is not one to be thought of as “book-learned”. Reading and writing are fundamental tools of his planet, without question, but as far as outside conventions and ideas go, his only connection to them are stories and wives’ tales brought up for the sake of conversation.

WISDOM: Kale’s intuition is normally strong, allowing him to make sound, sensible decisions, for the most part. His arrogance has before many times brought unfortunate circumstance upon him. While he will not take a challenge he does not think he can possibly achieve, his personal thought on his own skill tends to exist in a higher plane than reality dictates.

CHARISMA: While he lacks conventional charm, his articulate nature and calm outward demeanor make him equal parts trusting and unsettling. What could be a soft spoken, reserved person could very easily plotting your imminence demise. His command of language make him seem dignified, like the chieftain’s son he is, but in terms of his unsettling nature, his well-paced action in the midst of incredibly dark thoughts and actions make him seem borderline sociopathic.

FORCE POWERS:
Force Telekinesis: {BEGINNER}
Force Speed: {INTERMEDIATE}
Force Persuasion: {BEGINNER}

SKILLS:
{NAUTOLAN BIOLOGY}: Possesses the ability to breathe underwater, deft swimming capabilities, eyes that are severely less irritated than most near-Human species, incredibly olfactory sense, and the ability to detect pheromones with their hair tresses.

{HUNTER’S QUALITY}: Well toned and well equipped body for manual labor such as swimming, running, etc. Has a penchant for tracking and coordinating hunting parties.

{POLE-ARMS TRAINING}: Possesses years of training and use of long weapons in the family of staffs, spears, tridents, etc.


LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS:
Shii-Cho

STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Sobrenth’s skill and strength as a hunter could make him a wonderful front line combatant and coordinator in combat, but his more independent nature takes him into his own, making these strengths almost useless unless forced to be in a group or squad. While he has an excellent knack with pole weapons, the lightsaber forms that make use of saberstaffs and saber pikes are incredibly complex and do not make use of the entire length of useable weapon (as with a saberstaff, he can only make use of the center of the staff and cannot force it against his back for better stability or nestle it in the crook of his arm to stab forward, techniques which have been ingrained into instinct). His love of challenge is forcing him to learn the use of a sword and a form he has no familiarity with and his connection with the Force, and his use of such, is incredibly rudimentary at best. However, his determination will be able to hopefully push him and turn unfamiliarity to mastery. His natural ability of movement, strength, and pseudo-threatening, snake-like charm leave a fine base for a Sith, but only a base.

GEAR:
Hush-98 comlink
A necklace of teeth fragments from a large trophy, at the center of which is a partially red crystal.
ImageCaster
One Training Saber
SHIP:
None

DROIDS:
None

PETS:
None

PERSONALITY:
Sobrenth Kale is almost the personification of the planet of Glee Anselm. From the blackness of space, it appears peaceful and serene, it’s swirling, blue perfection barely permeated by green dots of swampland. But inside it, in the depths of the water, there is a seething danger. Large, monstrous aquatic life or cyclonic storms that ravage their home. Sobrenth, in his exterior, is a perfect picture of composure. What inner anger or emotion he has is held deep in his person; in a community of nautolans, one does not need to physically express emotion. Even so, outward expression is not something Sobrenth is akin to. Underneath, he is a repressed person. A community built on the strength of all and not one has made him feel as if he is inadequate, giving him a thirst for personal power. He is a younger of two, his brother’s superiority in several fields giving him an overactive inadequacy complex. With every minute failure, the anger inside him builds and builds and is eventually released without an inkling of its pressure in any of his outside mannerisms. Happiness is achieved in success over others and domination. He was blind to his own weakness as a child. Now he will destroy his weakness and rise as a true Sith.

BIOGRAPHY:
The Kale family of the Crodeta tribe lies in the southern end of the planet, nestled deeply into underwater, cliffside caverns and caves. Archaic in its ways, the Crodeta are an amalgamation of skillful trackers and gatherers, packs of fearless hunters, and wise mystics. At their head, Koroda Kale is all in a single form as his father was before him. He and his wife, Yuula, produced a brood of four children. An even batch, two female and two male. Neriin, Cordica, Trev, and Sobrenth. Neriin proved to be strong in spirit, much like her grandfather who carried the title of Shu-devk (The Tides). It was a title given to those with exceptional ability to perform near miraculous feats such as healing with a touch, reading thoughts, or moving objects without physical contact. Cordica proved a fast and reliable swimmer, following instinct to scout for luscious patches of edible flora or schools of fish. Trev, who was a mirror image of his father in his youth, had the strongest arm and could even throw spears, when submerged, hard enough to kill prey. Sobrenth was none of these things.

Sobrenth often stayed cautious in the Ring, the position around large prey as to keep it corralled to kill it. He watched Trev narrowly roll out of the jaws of beasts 10 times his size and with little help overcome them. He watched Neriin pull rocks from a cave in, saving an entire family in midst of a cyclone, remaining entirely calm. He watched as Cordica became smaller and smaller in one fateful instance as fatigue began to set in. He’d never been out so far from the tribe and as he watched Cordica swim away, a faint idea to call out to her slipped from his head. He was alone. Finally alone. There were no eyes to watch him and his eyes did not have to watch his siblings. It was freeing in a way. He let his eyes close. He could feel the light brush of distant tides. His senses had become unclouded, his tendrils no longer in the path of pheromones. It was peaceful for a brief instant.

Then came the roar.

Echoes were common to the homelands, but this was close. This was deafening. Violent. It set Sobrenth’s hearts beating rapidly and he turned in the chilling water. He saw an opening in the rock behind flowing weeds. He aimed for that and tucked into the small cave. Jagged rocks dug into

KILLS:
None

BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
None

DUELING RING MATCHES:
None

GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES:
None

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