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NAME: Prazutis Nalju (Nalju is a name Praz took after finding it in a novel and thinking it sounded cool)
FACTION: New Sith Imperium
RANK: Sith Acolyte
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 15
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 5'10"
WEIGHT: 150 pounds
EYES: Green
HAIR: Chestnut Brown
SKIN: Slighty Tan, from hot days on Tatooine
CREDITS: 500 credits, all stolen.
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: A few scars on his back from whip lashes. As well as a ridge of bone across his chest, due to his Pureblood parantage.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
STRENGTH: 5/10 Average Strength. Prazutis relies more on cunning, wit, and movement. His muscles are mostly in his legs, to aid his movements. Not very much upper body strength. For example, in a hand-to-hand fight, he would need to rely on using strategy to find a way to fake his opponent out, before delivering a kick of SOME power. However, through his training on Korriban, Praz has began increasing his strength.
DEXTERITY: 7/10 Years spent as a freerunning thief on Tatooine has honed his abilities to move. Though he is still aspiring. Years of malnutrition and abuse have led to some problems in this area. Weak(er) muscles, etc. HOwever, as his muscles improve so do his abilities
CONSTITUTION: 4/10. Despite being physically fit, Prazutis has lived in squalor for a great deal of his life. Starved a great many times and abused. Only now is he really recovering. He is getting over his malnutrition thanks to the Imperium, but he is still haunted by his past. Constant Nightmares.
INTELLIGENCE: 7/10 One of his greatest assets. He considers himself very intelligent, but knows not to mistake it for arrogance or cockiness. He is inherently intelligent, but has not grown in the environment that nourishes that gift. He lacks learning, and formal education. As a result, he doesn't always have a correct manner of speaking. With formal education with this Sith, Praz is finally in a position to truly grow. His speech has been improving, to give an example.
WISDOM: 2/10 Prazutis hasn't had a a long enough life, nor enough experiences, to be truly wise.
CHARISMA: 6/10 Prazutis has a natural ability to convince and persuade people. Its sort of an evolved trait. Got to be able to talk your way into and out of things all the time, when you live on the streets. He wasn't that intimidating without a weapon in his hands, and sometimes relied on his looks to get what he wanted... Long story short, he has a long way to go before he can possess a silver tongue.
FORCE POWERS:
Telekinesis (learned while thieving)
Force Pull/Push (learned while thieving)
Mind Trick (To an extent)
Thougth Shield (Beginning. Taught by Viole Nivar.)
Force Sight (Beginner)
Force Sense (learning)
SKILLS:
Acrobatics: Prazutis is a skilled freerunner. He used these skills to move from building to building, on the rooftops.
Thief: Prazutis is an expert thief. Wouldn't call him a master, but still very good
Skilled shot: The times Prazutis uses a blaster, he usually has a near-precise aim
Stealth: Being a thief means you have to be sneaky.
Agility: Tied in to his acrobatics and honed to aid his endeavors
Cultural knowledge: Knows a bit about different cultures from his reading. Has begun learning Sith culture, as of his joining the Imperium.
LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS:
Praz has limited exposure to the form Ataru, due to it's acrobatic tendancies. However, at this point, he doesn't consider himself experienced enough to wield one proficiently. He still favors his blaster, and mainly uses a lightsaber as a form of intimidation then a weapon.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Strengths: Very Agile and very quick. He has a great intelligence and a way with people. Usually thats all he needs. A good actor, able to put on many fronts. A skill you learn as a street rat on Tatooine, to get what you want.
Weaknesses: Not very strong, as he spent most of his time honing his mind and his ability to move. Could not last in a straight fist fight with a bigger man. Also, he sometimes lets beautiful men (Prazutis is gay) cloud his judgement. Like most 15 year old boys. Praz also suffers from PTSD from his time as a slave. Though to a lesser extent. He suffers from nightmares but nothing as serious as physical debilitation or flashbacks.
Praz is also a sufferer of mood swings. He can go from easy going to incredibly angry in seconds.
GEAR:
A DL-44 heavy blaster pistol: Kept in case of emergencies. usually strapped to his leg or hidden with the rest of his things at his hideout.
A small combat knife: Kept on his person in a holster he stole from a vendor. Doesn't really know how to use it, but knows how to be intimidating with it
Clothes: Skin tight black armor for combat training at the Imperium. As well as Sith robes, to wear as a uniform at the academy.
SHIP:
No ship
DROIDS:
No Droids
PETS:
No pets
PERSONALITY:
Prazutis has always been very sarcastic. He is quick to disrespect authority figures who haven't earned his respect. Such as his slaver. Though he is very sarcastic at his core, he has a gift for being a good actor. He is able to put on different fronts depending on the situation. He is able to act intimidating (which doesn't always work) to thugs, act helpless in front of a nice lady, you name it.
He also has a lot of anger and hate. Due to an abusive childhood of slavery, Prazutis has a lot of anger towards slavers and hate towards many people who abused him in the port. This anger has eased his ability to connect to the darker aspects of the force and has helped him discover his abilities.
That being said, Prazutis can be very loyal... to those who have earned it. He doesn't respond well to people who demand respect they have not earned. Again, using his slaver as an example. Prazutis was always defiant to his slaver.
Praz has an extreme prejudice of Hutts and openly despises the Hutt Cartel, due to what he did to him and his friends. He would openly see a Hutt burn to ashes, and he would laugh.
(more to come)
BIOGRAPHY:
Praz is the son of a Sith Pureblood Lord from the Imperium, and a human Sith Lady. Obviously sired through Alchemy. His mother was considered a worthy specimen to reproduce with by the Pureblood, and decided she should have his offspring. Praz, in a way, is a member of the Zuguruk caste, though he looks human in appearance. His father was of the Zuguruk that possessed five fingers, so not even that would show through. Unfortunately, Praz woukd never learn of his heritage. His parents were killed by a (Dark) Jedi. A knight who had turned to the dark side and attacked them after the two murdered his master. They dropped Praz at an orphanage on Tatooine, and intended to return, but never could. The only thing the ladies at the orphanage could find was a tag telling them his name. Prazutis. A Sith name. They simply assumed it was alien, and took him in.
Praz never truly remembered his parents, but lived a happy enough life, in the beginning. The ladies who ran the orphanage took a big shine to Praz, taking them into their home's and hearts. Praz made friends with some of the other orphans, and was generally happy. This was when he was 5. He didn't know anything else. Everyone would Praise how smart Praz was. He learned to read at the age of 3, and was speaking by time he was 2. He loved to read, didn't really matter what. Loved to learn. And the ladies at the orphanage were more then willing to aid him. They became more then foster parents, truly.
Praz can no longer remember their names. He lost them at a young age.
On his sixth birthday, raiders came to the orphanage. Young men in their mid-twenties, prospects of the Hutt Cartel. The Ladies who ran the orphanage were behind on dept payments to the Cartel, after taking a loan to keep the orphanage running. Warnings were given. The Ladies didn't want to give into a bunch of bullies. They were executed point blank. Right in front of Praz. Praz and the other kids older then 6 were taken. He had JUST made the cut. The other young kids were left to die. The Cartel men didn't care. Praz didn't know what was happening. But he was kicking and screaming the whole way.
The kids were brought to Rotta the Hutt, a minor crime lord on Tatooine. Many of the kids were sold into slavery before Praz. Some became playthings of the Hutts, doing things that Praz shutters to remember still. Praz, eventually, was sold into slavery as well. He was sold to a cruel labor force on the other side of Tatooine. A cartel enforcer, by the name Branganti, bought him. He was one who often employed slave labour. But Praz was always determined to stay true to who he was. He never thought less of himself. As other slaves devolved into pronouns of "this one" or "him/her" Praz stayed true to himself. He kept his identity... and was beaten often for it. He also continued to teach himself new things using books he found around Tatooine or at his "Master's" establishment. To this day, Praz LOATHES the word "Master"
As the years went by, Praz languished under his master. He developed a well-toned physique due to all the hard work he did. He looked a bit malnourished and starved however. Many girls said hi to him as they walked by. Though Praz always thought they were beautiful, he was more interested in the men he saw there. He wanted freedom more then he could know. But slavery had affected his mind a bit. He felt powerless, stuck in his rut... Until one day.
One day, Praz was caught reading. A high crime in his slaver's eyes, as he thought slaves should never learn to read. They should be a little higher then Banthas. In the past few days, Praz had had nightmares about using what he knew to kill his slaver. He had those thoughts in the back of his mind from time to time. He knew he was smarter, stronger and more charismatic then his master, but regardless, he felt powerless. His slaver threatened to have him killed for this.
As he pulled out a knife, Praz shouted, loudly. His anger and fear had reached a burning point. A wave of energy immitted from his hands, blasting his slaver into a nearby wall. The impact was so hard, that the man shattered his neck. He fell to the ground, limp... Praz began to laugh. Whatever he had did, it worked. He was free! He had no master! He spat on the man's corpse and went to free his fellow slaves.
Praz became a thief over the next three years. With no money, no way off the planet, and no status to speak of besides "former-slave", Praz was trapped. However, he had a new edge. Through research on public holonet terminals, he learned that his ability, how he killed Braganti, was through "the Force". A mystical energy field. Through necessity, and drive, Praz began to teach himself how to use his abilities. Though he really had no starting point, he did the best he could to the most of his ability. In his little hide-out, Praz would train himself. By the time three years had passed, a fifteen year old Praz was able to proficiently use telekinesis, and was able to use the force to aid him move around the city. To compliment this, Praz began honing his movement skills, using the roofs to move around quickly.
His life changed the day Viole found him on Tatooine. A crusader of the Sith, Viole brought Praz along with him, saving him from his life of poverty and lack-of-ambition. Praz is now a Sith Acolyte. He vows to make something of himself. To bring glory to himself, and to the Empire that took him in, and to become a worthy Sith, whatever that really meant.
And he made a vow to himself to kill any slaver he finds in the future.
KILLS:
None yet
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
None yet
DUELING RING MATCHES:
None yet
GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES:
None yet
ROLE-PLAYS:
(List to come at a further date)
Relations:
Viole Nivar: The Sith who saved Praz form the squalor of Tatooine. Viole sensed Praz after he had used his powers to steal a handbag from another Sith who was vacationing on Tatooine. Praz holds a great respect for Viole. He finds his methods impressive and his power admirable. Viole, in turn, has taken Praz under his wing, so to speak. Not as a formal apprentice, but more of a general student.
Bat'ou One of the only Imperials he can stand, Praz considers Bat'ou a worthy ally and a good man to have watching your back. He is always told that Sith need to build a power base, and he knows he wants Bat'ou in his one day. Until then, he is happy calling him a friend.
FACTION: New Sith Imperium
RANK: Sith Acolyte
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 15
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 5'10"
WEIGHT: 150 pounds
EYES: Green
HAIR: Chestnut Brown
SKIN: Slighty Tan, from hot days on Tatooine
CREDITS: 500 credits, all stolen.
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: A few scars on his back from whip lashes. As well as a ridge of bone across his chest, due to his Pureblood parantage.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
STRENGTH: 5/10 Average Strength. Prazutis relies more on cunning, wit, and movement. His muscles are mostly in his legs, to aid his movements. Not very much upper body strength. For example, in a hand-to-hand fight, he would need to rely on using strategy to find a way to fake his opponent out, before delivering a kick of SOME power. However, through his training on Korriban, Praz has began increasing his strength.
DEXTERITY: 7/10 Years spent as a freerunning thief on Tatooine has honed his abilities to move. Though he is still aspiring. Years of malnutrition and abuse have led to some problems in this area. Weak(er) muscles, etc. HOwever, as his muscles improve so do his abilities
CONSTITUTION: 4/10. Despite being physically fit, Prazutis has lived in squalor for a great deal of his life. Starved a great many times and abused. Only now is he really recovering. He is getting over his malnutrition thanks to the Imperium, but he is still haunted by his past. Constant Nightmares.
INTELLIGENCE: 7/10 One of his greatest assets. He considers himself very intelligent, but knows not to mistake it for arrogance or cockiness. He is inherently intelligent, but has not grown in the environment that nourishes that gift. He lacks learning, and formal education. As a result, he doesn't always have a correct manner of speaking. With formal education with this Sith, Praz is finally in a position to truly grow. His speech has been improving, to give an example.
WISDOM: 2/10 Prazutis hasn't had a a long enough life, nor enough experiences, to be truly wise.
CHARISMA: 6/10 Prazutis has a natural ability to convince and persuade people. Its sort of an evolved trait. Got to be able to talk your way into and out of things all the time, when you live on the streets. He wasn't that intimidating without a weapon in his hands, and sometimes relied on his looks to get what he wanted... Long story short, he has a long way to go before he can possess a silver tongue.
FORCE POWERS:
Telekinesis (learned while thieving)
Force Pull/Push (learned while thieving)
Mind Trick (To an extent)
Thougth Shield (Beginning. Taught by Viole Nivar.)
Force Sight (Beginner)
Force Sense (learning)
SKILLS:
Acrobatics: Prazutis is a skilled freerunner. He used these skills to move from building to building, on the rooftops.
Thief: Prazutis is an expert thief. Wouldn't call him a master, but still very good
Skilled shot: The times Prazutis uses a blaster, he usually has a near-precise aim
Stealth: Being a thief means you have to be sneaky.
Agility: Tied in to his acrobatics and honed to aid his endeavors
Cultural knowledge: Knows a bit about different cultures from his reading. Has begun learning Sith culture, as of his joining the Imperium.
LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS:
Praz has limited exposure to the form Ataru, due to it's acrobatic tendancies. However, at this point, he doesn't consider himself experienced enough to wield one proficiently. He still favors his blaster, and mainly uses a lightsaber as a form of intimidation then a weapon.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Strengths: Very Agile and very quick. He has a great intelligence and a way with people. Usually thats all he needs. A good actor, able to put on many fronts. A skill you learn as a street rat on Tatooine, to get what you want.
Weaknesses: Not very strong, as he spent most of his time honing his mind and his ability to move. Could not last in a straight fist fight with a bigger man. Also, he sometimes lets beautiful men (Prazutis is gay) cloud his judgement. Like most 15 year old boys. Praz also suffers from PTSD from his time as a slave. Though to a lesser extent. He suffers from nightmares but nothing as serious as physical debilitation or flashbacks.
Praz is also a sufferer of mood swings. He can go from easy going to incredibly angry in seconds.
GEAR:
A DL-44 heavy blaster pistol: Kept in case of emergencies. usually strapped to his leg or hidden with the rest of his things at his hideout.
A small combat knife: Kept on his person in a holster he stole from a vendor. Doesn't really know how to use it, but knows how to be intimidating with it
Clothes: Skin tight black armor for combat training at the Imperium. As well as Sith robes, to wear as a uniform at the academy.
SHIP:
No ship
DROIDS:
No Droids
PETS:
No pets
PERSONALITY:
Prazutis has always been very sarcastic. He is quick to disrespect authority figures who haven't earned his respect. Such as his slaver. Though he is very sarcastic at his core, he has a gift for being a good actor. He is able to put on different fronts depending on the situation. He is able to act intimidating (which doesn't always work) to thugs, act helpless in front of a nice lady, you name it.
He also has a lot of anger and hate. Due to an abusive childhood of slavery, Prazutis has a lot of anger towards slavers and hate towards many people who abused him in the port. This anger has eased his ability to connect to the darker aspects of the force and has helped him discover his abilities.
That being said, Prazutis can be very loyal... to those who have earned it. He doesn't respond well to people who demand respect they have not earned. Again, using his slaver as an example. Prazutis was always defiant to his slaver.
Praz has an extreme prejudice of Hutts and openly despises the Hutt Cartel, due to what he did to him and his friends. He would openly see a Hutt burn to ashes, and he would laugh.
(more to come)
BIOGRAPHY:
Praz is the son of a Sith Pureblood Lord from the Imperium, and a human Sith Lady. Obviously sired through Alchemy. His mother was considered a worthy specimen to reproduce with by the Pureblood, and decided she should have his offspring. Praz, in a way, is a member of the Zuguruk caste, though he looks human in appearance. His father was of the Zuguruk that possessed five fingers, so not even that would show through. Unfortunately, Praz woukd never learn of his heritage. His parents were killed by a (Dark) Jedi. A knight who had turned to the dark side and attacked them after the two murdered his master. They dropped Praz at an orphanage on Tatooine, and intended to return, but never could. The only thing the ladies at the orphanage could find was a tag telling them his name. Prazutis. A Sith name. They simply assumed it was alien, and took him in.
Praz never truly remembered his parents, but lived a happy enough life, in the beginning. The ladies who ran the orphanage took a big shine to Praz, taking them into their home's and hearts. Praz made friends with some of the other orphans, and was generally happy. This was when he was 5. He didn't know anything else. Everyone would Praise how smart Praz was. He learned to read at the age of 3, and was speaking by time he was 2. He loved to read, didn't really matter what. Loved to learn. And the ladies at the orphanage were more then willing to aid him. They became more then foster parents, truly.
Praz can no longer remember their names. He lost them at a young age.
On his sixth birthday, raiders came to the orphanage. Young men in their mid-twenties, prospects of the Hutt Cartel. The Ladies who ran the orphanage were behind on dept payments to the Cartel, after taking a loan to keep the orphanage running. Warnings were given. The Ladies didn't want to give into a bunch of bullies. They were executed point blank. Right in front of Praz. Praz and the other kids older then 6 were taken. He had JUST made the cut. The other young kids were left to die. The Cartel men didn't care. Praz didn't know what was happening. But he was kicking and screaming the whole way.
The kids were brought to Rotta the Hutt, a minor crime lord on Tatooine. Many of the kids were sold into slavery before Praz. Some became playthings of the Hutts, doing things that Praz shutters to remember still. Praz, eventually, was sold into slavery as well. He was sold to a cruel labor force on the other side of Tatooine. A cartel enforcer, by the name Branganti, bought him. He was one who often employed slave labour. But Praz was always determined to stay true to who he was. He never thought less of himself. As other slaves devolved into pronouns of "this one" or "him/her" Praz stayed true to himself. He kept his identity... and was beaten often for it. He also continued to teach himself new things using books he found around Tatooine or at his "Master's" establishment. To this day, Praz LOATHES the word "Master"
As the years went by, Praz languished under his master. He developed a well-toned physique due to all the hard work he did. He looked a bit malnourished and starved however. Many girls said hi to him as they walked by. Though Praz always thought they were beautiful, he was more interested in the men he saw there. He wanted freedom more then he could know. But slavery had affected his mind a bit. He felt powerless, stuck in his rut... Until one day.
One day, Praz was caught reading. A high crime in his slaver's eyes, as he thought slaves should never learn to read. They should be a little higher then Banthas. In the past few days, Praz had had nightmares about using what he knew to kill his slaver. He had those thoughts in the back of his mind from time to time. He knew he was smarter, stronger and more charismatic then his master, but regardless, he felt powerless. His slaver threatened to have him killed for this.
As he pulled out a knife, Praz shouted, loudly. His anger and fear had reached a burning point. A wave of energy immitted from his hands, blasting his slaver into a nearby wall. The impact was so hard, that the man shattered his neck. He fell to the ground, limp... Praz began to laugh. Whatever he had did, it worked. He was free! He had no master! He spat on the man's corpse and went to free his fellow slaves.
Praz became a thief over the next three years. With no money, no way off the planet, and no status to speak of besides "former-slave", Praz was trapped. However, he had a new edge. Through research on public holonet terminals, he learned that his ability, how he killed Braganti, was through "the Force". A mystical energy field. Through necessity, and drive, Praz began to teach himself how to use his abilities. Though he really had no starting point, he did the best he could to the most of his ability. In his little hide-out, Praz would train himself. By the time three years had passed, a fifteen year old Praz was able to proficiently use telekinesis, and was able to use the force to aid him move around the city. To compliment this, Praz began honing his movement skills, using the roofs to move around quickly.
His life changed the day Viole found him on Tatooine. A crusader of the Sith, Viole brought Praz along with him, saving him from his life of poverty and lack-of-ambition. Praz is now a Sith Acolyte. He vows to make something of himself. To bring glory to himself, and to the Empire that took him in, and to become a worthy Sith, whatever that really meant.
And he made a vow to himself to kill any slaver he finds in the future.
KILLS:
None yet
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
None yet
DUELING RING MATCHES:
None yet
GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES:
None yet
ROLE-PLAYS:
(List to come at a further date)
Relations:
Viole Nivar: The Sith who saved Praz form the squalor of Tatooine. Viole sensed Praz after he had used his powers to steal a handbag from another Sith who was vacationing on Tatooine. Praz holds a great respect for Viole. He finds his methods impressive and his power admirable. Viole, in turn, has taken Praz under his wing, so to speak. Not as a formal apprentice, but more of a general student.
Bat'ou One of the only Imperials he can stand, Praz considers Bat'ou a worthy ally and a good man to have watching your back. He is always told that Sith need to build a power base, and he knows he wants Bat'ou in his one day. Until then, he is happy calling him a friend.
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