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NAME: Lupercal Torgaddon
FACTION: Sith
RANK: Acolyte
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 27
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 6'
WEIGHT: 200 lbs
EYES: Black
HAIR: Bald (Otherwise Black)
SKIN: Pale
CREDITS: 1000
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: none
DOMINATE HAND: Right
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
STRENGTH: Very High
DESTERITY: High
CONSTITUTION: Very High
INTELLIGENCE: Very High
WISDOM: Below Average
CHARISMA: Very Poor
FORCE POWERS:
Injure/Kill
Telekinesis
Inflict Pain
Force Weapons
Rage
Telekinetic Kill
Force Lightning
SKILLS:
Very capable combatant, decent pilot.
LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS:
none
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Very physically powerful. Uneducated, very bad with people, usually violent and demanding.
GEAR:
Black clothing, silver ring, lightsaber
SHIP:
Light fighter
PETS:
none
PERSONALITY:
Detatched and cold, Lupercal's inner loathing for all around him is shown well enough by his actions and desire to see pain and suffering. He sees himself as better than others, only really acknowledging those more powerful than himself as his peers or superiors. He respects nothing but power and those who wield it, and cares not for those who have little or none. It is only those who can further his own powers that he shows anything akin to friendship or loyalty towards.
HISTORY:
Of his childhood, none know anything, but his rise into adulthood is wrought with troubles. Never one to acknowledge others as truly being equal to himself, Lupercal saw no problem with stealing or harming others to get what he wanted, leading to more than one confrontation both with thugs and with authorities. Possessing an unnatural knack for combat, Lupercal learned that he enjoyed the feeling of fighting, the rush of blood, the flash of weapons, and before long he had carved himself a terrible reputation. Enjoying the fear others had for him, he lorded over them, a young man despised by all.
Yet somewhere along the line his grasp over the slums he ruled slipped, and others banded against him, fighting against his bullying and thieving. They left him beaten and bloody, and tossed him aboard an outgoing freighter, joyous of their victory. He swore he would never again suffer such humiliation.
Nursing his body back to health, and to peak shape, he hid aboard the ship, stealing what he needed, and scanning the computer to amuse himself. He learned of the Jedi and he felt nothing but disdain. He saw their use of power as wasteful, but when he came across the Sith, he saw hope. Stowing away until the freighter finally landed, he commandeered a small fighter and stole away, seeking to learn from these dark masters. From them, he saw hope for the only others like himself.
KILLS:
none
DUELING RING MATCHES:
none
GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES:
none
ROLE-PLAYS:
http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/showthread.php?p=184839#post184839
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