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Composition and appearance.
Rh’toor is a large 17 year old Whiphid who is very tall and quite bulky in build. He has light grey eyes, light brown fur and also tusks which are quite small for his size. He has a number of scars on his face from his days as a skilled huntsman, most prominently a scar reaching down the side of his neck where in which fur has ceased to grow. He would usually wear the traditional Whiphid clansman clothing of a loincloth but since his journey to the core has started wearing a pair of black trousers instead.
Personality
Rh’toor desires to be a leader of Whiphids but falls short in the fact that he is so easily angered and values his own honour often over his friendships. In this way he is incredibally decisive, quick to make to decisions and when Rh’toor tells you something, he means what he is saying. Although he struggles with individual relationships he does not however view this as a weakness as he can put sentimentality to the side when doing what needs to be done. He believes in order and feels that this is the only way in which the galaxy will ever find peace. In this respect he finds he can work alone much better or in smaller groups of people and finds large groups of people chaotic and unproductive.
Likes/Dislikes
Rh’toor likes people who do as he say and finds pleasure in being in control. During his time on Toola Rh’toor found he had a strong affinity with the non-sentient species found there and this grew into a large love of them and appreciation of their part in the order of the galaxy. Rh’toor dislikes any form of chaos and feels that this ultimately leads to failure, this can be anything from a messy living area to a large organisation which is not run properly. He also dislikes all kinds of spice especially the ones which his clan used to use as he believes these cause chaos.
Strengths/Weaknesses
Rh’toor is physically incredibly strong and is very tough skinned due to his species and is very adept in battle thanks to his days spent as a hunter on Toola. Rh'toor is not the most agile of Whiphids and although he is very physically fit, he is not great at moving around in battle. In this respect he relies on brute-force rather than being light of foot to take on his foes. He is also quite intelligent however lacks the wisdom and charisma which is needed to bring this intelligence to full effect meaning that often times he is left coming across as brash and rude. Because of this he says exactly what he is thinking a large majority of the time and does not care what other people think which can often lead him into bad situations.
Biography
Born of the great leader of the Takkaa on the snowy planet Toola, Rh’toor was expected from a young age to act with honour for the greater glory of his father’s clan, the Toolama. However from a young age Rh’toor went against the expectations set out for him. Throughout his infancy Rh’toor was always finding new ways to disobey his elders, always pulling pranks and not doing what was asked of him. In fact when it came to time for Rh’toor’s first Mastmot hunt he severely dishonoured his father’s clan through his actions. What was meant to be a ceremonious occasion was greatly disturbed when Rh’toor managed to mount the Masmot creature he was meant to kill, shocking his father greatly by riding it into the village, in the process destroying an elder’s home.
For his foolish actions Rh’toor felt harsh punishment and by the time he was a young teen he had realised the respect he needed to give to be able to function and live prosperously as a member of the clan. He became obsessed with order and the friends he once played around with, he now lectured as he was certain that they should follow in his path or they would risk the stability of his father’s clan. He grew to be fiercely disliked by the other Whiphid youths for his constant lectures and there was a great deal of tension between him and many of his former friends. During this time Rh’toor grew to be a great warrior and found himself to have a natural skill at interacting with the wild creatures of Toola and being able to hunt them more effectively than any other Whiphid his age.
One snowy morning when Rh’toor had gone out of the village early to hunt alone, he was followed by a large group of his supposed friends, led by Rh’toor’s brother Rh’taam, who had grown angered at Rh’toor’s new found love for order. Rh’toor had just managed to catch a very large Masmot and start dragging it back to camp when his fellow Clansmen attacked, leaving him extremely vulnerable. Rh’toor was backed onto the cold snow surrounded by at least eight other Whiphid who circled him cursing his and his father’s name viciously. He had never felt such feelings of anger and betrayal in his life. His former friends started to advance on him and it was at that moment Rh’toor let out a great roar and his rage overwhelmed him. He charged at Rh’taam, knocking him onto the cold ground, and drove his hunting spear through his brother’s chest. The other Whiphid slowly backed away and at that moment Rh’toor realized the implications of what he had just done. He shouted at his attackers, “Be gone! And take my so-called brother back to the clan! You want me gone? Fine. I will leave and never come back”. Rh’toor then walked away into the snow, leaving his brothers limp body surrounded by his old clan mates.
It was then Rh’toor began wander the harsh arctic land of the planet Toola, hunting for his food and surviving on his own. During this time he was able to reflect on all that had led up to this moment. Why would his own brother attack him? Why did he strike out with such rage possibly killing Rh’taam? Why did they not respect order? Also during this time Rh’toor started to have reoccurring dreams in which he saw his father’s clan burning to the ground in the hands of chaos. After what seemed like a few months Rh’toor was beginning to get weary and realized he was not able to go on for much longer. It was then, through the curtain of snow, that Rh’toor saw the Toola spaceport in the distance. He trunched along, snow crunching under his feet, walking faster and faster until he broke out into a run. He fell with a resounding thud to the ground at the main gate to the spaceport. This was it, he had found salvation!
As soon as he entered through the gate Rh’toor headed straight towards the spaceport canteena. Rh’toor stumbled into the canteena and fell onto the center of the floor in his weakness and everything went black. When he opened his eyes Rh’toor was lying on a bed in a small room with rusty walls and a cracked ceiling. He looked over to the other side of the room and saw a Devaronian sitting on a chrome stool. “At last the fool wakes up”, he said grinning, “You know my friend you were almost killed back there, but I, the great Sallio saved your sorry butt. What is your name, strange creature?”
“My name is Rh’toor of the clan Toolama”
“Can’t say I have ever heard of that clan,” the Devaronian grinned, “Now tell me how you got here dear friend, entertain me.”
Rh’toor recounted his story so far to his strange new friend who seemed to be incredibly interested until Rh’toor had finished in which the Devaronian burst out laughing.
“If ever I had heard a more cliché life story in my life!” said Sallio, “And what else you strange beast? Is your name Skywalker?”
“Enough!” Bellowed Rh’toor, “You will not dishonor me like this!”
“Well I suppose I should tell you about myself and why I even bothered saving you in the first place”, said the Devaronian slyly. “I am an honest trader working under the Sith imperium and I need to have someone to protect me while I make my journey to the core worlds to meet with my superiors. Are you up for the job?”
“Who are the Sith, spacer scum?” Growled Rh’toor.
“You have never heard of the empire occupying your own planet?” questioned Sillio bursting into laughter again. “Alright I will tell you”.
At that Sillio went on telling the oblivious Whiphid about the Sith and their values and their aim to bring the galaxy under their rule. At this Rh’toor’s eyes lit up, this had been the thing he had been waiting for. A vision of order he could happily stand behind and follow himself. He hastily agreed to Sillios offer and the two boarded Sallio’s small cargo ship heading towards the core. For the first time in his life Rh’toor felt he had a purpose.
At last he would be able to find order as a member of the Sith and hopefully, one day, be able to return to his former clan as its rightful leader.
Kills:
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Bounties Collected:
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Duelling Ring Matches:
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Grand tournament Matches:
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Role-plays:
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Rh’toor is a large 17 year old Whiphid who is very tall and quite bulky in build. He has light grey eyes, light brown fur and also tusks which are quite small for his size. He has a number of scars on his face from his days as a skilled huntsman, most prominently a scar reaching down the side of his neck where in which fur has ceased to grow. He would usually wear the traditional Whiphid clansman clothing of a loincloth but since his journey to the core has started wearing a pair of black trousers instead.
Personality
Rh’toor desires to be a leader of Whiphids but falls short in the fact that he is so easily angered and values his own honour often over his friendships. In this way he is incredibally decisive, quick to make to decisions and when Rh’toor tells you something, he means what he is saying. Although he struggles with individual relationships he does not however view this as a weakness as he can put sentimentality to the side when doing what needs to be done. He believes in order and feels that this is the only way in which the galaxy will ever find peace. In this respect he finds he can work alone much better or in smaller groups of people and finds large groups of people chaotic and unproductive.
Likes/Dislikes
Rh’toor likes people who do as he say and finds pleasure in being in control. During his time on Toola Rh’toor found he had a strong affinity with the non-sentient species found there and this grew into a large love of them and appreciation of their part in the order of the galaxy. Rh’toor dislikes any form of chaos and feels that this ultimately leads to failure, this can be anything from a messy living area to a large organisation which is not run properly. He also dislikes all kinds of spice especially the ones which his clan used to use as he believes these cause chaos.
Strengths/Weaknesses
Rh’toor is physically incredibly strong and is very tough skinned due to his species and is very adept in battle thanks to his days spent as a hunter on Toola. Rh'toor is not the most agile of Whiphids and although he is very physically fit, he is not great at moving around in battle. In this respect he relies on brute-force rather than being light of foot to take on his foes. He is also quite intelligent however lacks the wisdom and charisma which is needed to bring this intelligence to full effect meaning that often times he is left coming across as brash and rude. Because of this he says exactly what he is thinking a large majority of the time and does not care what other people think which can often lead him into bad situations.
Biography
Born of the great leader of the Takkaa on the snowy planet Toola, Rh’toor was expected from a young age to act with honour for the greater glory of his father’s clan, the Toolama. However from a young age Rh’toor went against the expectations set out for him. Throughout his infancy Rh’toor was always finding new ways to disobey his elders, always pulling pranks and not doing what was asked of him. In fact when it came to time for Rh’toor’s first Mastmot hunt he severely dishonoured his father’s clan through his actions. What was meant to be a ceremonious occasion was greatly disturbed when Rh’toor managed to mount the Masmot creature he was meant to kill, shocking his father greatly by riding it into the village, in the process destroying an elder’s home.
For his foolish actions Rh’toor felt harsh punishment and by the time he was a young teen he had realised the respect he needed to give to be able to function and live prosperously as a member of the clan. He became obsessed with order and the friends he once played around with, he now lectured as he was certain that they should follow in his path or they would risk the stability of his father’s clan. He grew to be fiercely disliked by the other Whiphid youths for his constant lectures and there was a great deal of tension between him and many of his former friends. During this time Rh’toor grew to be a great warrior and found himself to have a natural skill at interacting with the wild creatures of Toola and being able to hunt them more effectively than any other Whiphid his age.
One snowy morning when Rh’toor had gone out of the village early to hunt alone, he was followed by a large group of his supposed friends, led by Rh’toor’s brother Rh’taam, who had grown angered at Rh’toor’s new found love for order. Rh’toor had just managed to catch a very large Masmot and start dragging it back to camp when his fellow Clansmen attacked, leaving him extremely vulnerable. Rh’toor was backed onto the cold snow surrounded by at least eight other Whiphid who circled him cursing his and his father’s name viciously. He had never felt such feelings of anger and betrayal in his life. His former friends started to advance on him and it was at that moment Rh’toor let out a great roar and his rage overwhelmed him. He charged at Rh’taam, knocking him onto the cold ground, and drove his hunting spear through his brother’s chest. The other Whiphid slowly backed away and at that moment Rh’toor realized the implications of what he had just done. He shouted at his attackers, “Be gone! And take my so-called brother back to the clan! You want me gone? Fine. I will leave and never come back”. Rh’toor then walked away into the snow, leaving his brothers limp body surrounded by his old clan mates.
It was then Rh’toor began wander the harsh arctic land of the planet Toola, hunting for his food and surviving on his own. During this time he was able to reflect on all that had led up to this moment. Why would his own brother attack him? Why did he strike out with such rage possibly killing Rh’taam? Why did they not respect order? Also during this time Rh’toor started to have reoccurring dreams in which he saw his father’s clan burning to the ground in the hands of chaos. After what seemed like a few months Rh’toor was beginning to get weary and realized he was not able to go on for much longer. It was then, through the curtain of snow, that Rh’toor saw the Toola spaceport in the distance. He trunched along, snow crunching under his feet, walking faster and faster until he broke out into a run. He fell with a resounding thud to the ground at the main gate to the spaceport. This was it, he had found salvation!
As soon as he entered through the gate Rh’toor headed straight towards the spaceport canteena. Rh’toor stumbled into the canteena and fell onto the center of the floor in his weakness and everything went black. When he opened his eyes Rh’toor was lying on a bed in a small room with rusty walls and a cracked ceiling. He looked over to the other side of the room and saw a Devaronian sitting on a chrome stool. “At last the fool wakes up”, he said grinning, “You know my friend you were almost killed back there, but I, the great Sallio saved your sorry butt. What is your name, strange creature?”
“My name is Rh’toor of the clan Toolama”
“Can’t say I have ever heard of that clan,” the Devaronian grinned, “Now tell me how you got here dear friend, entertain me.”
Rh’toor recounted his story so far to his strange new friend who seemed to be incredibly interested until Rh’toor had finished in which the Devaronian burst out laughing.
“If ever I had heard a more cliché life story in my life!” said Sallio, “And what else you strange beast? Is your name Skywalker?”
“Enough!” Bellowed Rh’toor, “You will not dishonor me like this!”
“Well I suppose I should tell you about myself and why I even bothered saving you in the first place”, said the Devaronian slyly. “I am an honest trader working under the Sith imperium and I need to have someone to protect me while I make my journey to the core worlds to meet with my superiors. Are you up for the job?”
“Who are the Sith, spacer scum?” Growled Rh’toor.
“You have never heard of the empire occupying your own planet?” questioned Sillio bursting into laughter again. “Alright I will tell you”.
At that Sillio went on telling the oblivious Whiphid about the Sith and their values and their aim to bring the galaxy under their rule. At this Rh’toor’s eyes lit up, this had been the thing he had been waiting for. A vision of order he could happily stand behind and follow himself. He hastily agreed to Sillios offer and the two boarded Sallio’s small cargo ship heading towards the core. For the first time in his life Rh’toor felt he had a purpose.
At last he would be able to find order as a member of the Sith and hopefully, one day, be able to return to his former clan as its rightful leader.
Kills:
N/A
Bounties Collected:
N/A
Duelling Ring Matches:
N/A
Grand tournament Matches:
N/A
Role-plays:
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