Quickclaw

[TwoSidedHeart]

Quickclaw​

[fancybox4=https://78.media.tumblr.com/32f2a4d69b568041ce84de7249cfac14/tumblr_p2pn1cxwdL1rtd0awo3_400.png]This Galaxy is plagued by the disease of weakness.[/fancybox4]


FULL NAME: Quickclaw
AGE: 28
SPECIES: Kaleesh
HOMEWORLD: Kalee
FACTION: Sith Empire
OCCUPATION: Sith Warrior
LEVEL: 1
FORCE SENSITIVITY: Confirmed

HEIGHT: 6 Ft
WEIGHT: 90 Kg.
SKIN COLOR: Amber
EYE COLOR: Yellow

CHARACTER SUMMARY:
A born warrior who values strength over all else, he despises the fact that the outside Galaxy allows the weak to prosper off the efforts of the strong. He kills the weak without a second thought, devoted to the idea that weakness is a disease that must be purged from the Galaxy.


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Character Information​

Biography Traits Possessions

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  Strength. Strength is the only thing that matters.
  
  This was my reality as soon as I was brought into this world. As the fourth son of my fathers second wife, it became blatantly clear to me that the only way my patriarch would give me attention was if I achieved great strength. The Kaleesh are a poor, but prideful warriors species after all. The strong are valued. The weak are dominated and discarded.
  
  And so I worked to attain strength. I quickly proved myself as the most dominant among my siblings and took my first bone mask at a younger age than most. The first son of my fathers first wife challenged me to a battle, likely angered that I was taking much of the attention at that point. I remember the feeling when I tore out his throat, as the force embraced me for the first time while his blood covered my body.
  
  He was not the last of my brethren that I slaughtered. I embodied the most sacred belief of my people and went about culling the weak from our ranks. I've since heard that killing ones kin should elicit some long lasting emotional reaction in response, yet all I can feel is satisfaction as I think back on it. They deserved it. If their lives had been worth anything, their strength would have prevailed.
  
  When the Exile arrived, I was on the cusp of adulthood and at the height of my pride. I challenged him to single combat, but suffered a humiliating defeat. Instead of killing me, he demanded that I follow him from my home to become his student. He would refer to it as mercy. I have come to understand that his mercy was in fact weakness by another name. To allow the defeated to survive does nothing corrupt the Galaxy further. In order to redeem myself, I swore to end him once he had shown me how to utilize the Force.
  
  After he had taught me for some time, I dominated that pitiful male and discarded his worthless remains. Some would consider killing a man in his sleep a sign of fear, but should the strong not remain vigilant even in rest? I remember my disgust in discovering that the outside Galaxy followed a different doctrine to my people. The strong in fact defended the weak, a perversion that could not be allowed to continue. I traveled through the Galaxy, labelled an Exile, and slaughtered many. Eventually I came to be a part of an event on Ilum that many are obsessed with. I remember nothing of the scream in the Force that some speak of.
  
  Would it have been better that I had died there, in the midst of the greatest show of strength that the Galaxy has ever known?
  
  Since then, my title has changed to that of Sith but I continue onward towards my goal. The Galaxy cannot be entrusted to the whims of beings too weak to bend others to their will or even defend themselves. I must put an end to this plague of weakness that organizations like the Jedi Order has allowed to spread.
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  Serenity does not exist, Ambition fuels me.
  My Ambition will lead me to Strength.
  My Strength will grant me Victory.
  My Victory will assert my Dominance.
  Through my Dominance, the Weak shall fall.
  The Force cannot save you.
  
  Quickclaw follows his own personal creed to a tee. With a single minded focus and determination to one day bring an end to weakness in the Galaxy, he has become supremely confident in his combative abilities. This confidence has changed to arrogance, causing him to display impulsive tendencies. He genuinely believes he is the big dog in the yard, despite the fact he is not as comparatively powerful as many others and takes pleasure in murdering the other dogs. He doesn't seem to fear death or injury, rising to any challenge that comes to him without hesitation.
  
  Like many members of the new Sith Empire, Quickclaw is in fact a slave to his emotions. His single minded goal has become obsession and he has formed an overwhelming hatred of weakness. His loss to his former master has caused a sense of self loathing brought on by this hatred of weakness and he has unwittingly developed fear. Not of death or anything rational like that. He doesn't fear death because he would rather die then become the very thing he despises.
  
  Quickclaw is completely without mercy and he kills indiscriminately when he decides the time is right. He has a clear blood lust once in battle and is relentless in his pursuit of his enemies deaths. A hunter at heart, he has generally only murdered people who are in small, but manageable groups or alone. Growing ambitious, he wishes to cull an entire settlement and has designs on integrating himself with one such place in order to properly savor the almost ritual slaughter.
  
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  - A Single Lightsaber (Crimson Blade)
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