Rusky G'Horr

[Killermcgriddle]

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NAME:
Rusky G'Horr

FACTION:
Sith

RANK:
Acolyte

SPECIES:
Human

AGE:
26

GENDER:
Dude

HEIGHT:
6'2"

WEIGHT:
220 lbs

EYES:
Bright white

HAIR:
Jet Black

SKIN:
Pale white

CREDITS:
1,000

DISTINGUISHING MARKS:
Choke scar on his neck from wire. Half his left ear missing.

FORCE SENSITIVE:
Yes

STRENGTH:
His strength is in his speed

DEXTERITY:
Agile

CONSTITUTION:
Excellent health.

INTELLIGENCE
Good. Knows his ABC's and algebra. Very tactical thinker.

WISDOM:
Wise on certain subjects. Socially, no. Tactically, yes.

CHARISMA:
Not much of a socialite

FORCE POWERS
-Push
-Pulls
-Throw
-Speed

SKILLS:
Good with a long range blaster rifle. Excellent with short vibro-blades. Clumsy with long ones. Fair with vibro-daggers.

LIGHTSABER FORM(S):
-Shii Cho (Simple stuff)

STRENGTH/WEAKNESS:
His biggest strength is his quickness with blades, and deadly accuracy with long range weapons. His weakness is lack of physical strength, and the fact that he is light.

GEAR:
-Two short curved blades (Beskar')
-Blastsword (Plasteel)

PERSONALITY:
Rusky is a very quiet person and doesn't say anything not worth saying. Quick to anger and quick to kill, he is a very deadly individual. Preferring vibro-blades over lightsabers, for a lightsaber doesn't make that wonderful sound when it cuts through flesh like his blades do. What he does enjoy is the satisfaction of getting the job done, never getting less then what was asked of him. Not a very trusting or social person, he keeps to himself most of the time meditating or practicing with his swords.

BIO:
Walking through the door, into the common rooms of the motel, G'Horr unsheathed his blades. Opening himself to the force and searches for the one. The one who killed his wife. And after a few seconds, he found him. Second floor room 303. Walking over to the elevator in a slow and steady pace with as much malicious intent as he could, and after the elevator doors opened was a girl before him. Looking at her roughly, she was about 22 years of age. And he sensed in the force her sudden shock, and was about to let out a scream that would alert the people in the motel. Before she could scream though, he quickly put the blade to her neck. "You make so much as a whimper and I will slit your throat right here and now." She nodded ever so slightly. After throwing her out of the elevator he punched the button that would bring him to level two. Once he was on level two, he looked in the force. Room 303 was to his left at the end of the whole right before a sharp turn to the right. He practically waltzed over there in excitement. Once I see him... I will kill him, ever so dishonorably. Approaching the door, he mustered more then enough energy to throw a ball of force at the door blowing it through the room and out the floor to ceiling window. "It is time my dear friend, to die. Shamefully"

The man he was looking for was there; right before his eyes! The man is a pitiful sight to behold. In his 40's and so weak. Using the force, he picks him up and throws him against the wall. "You're are a disgrace to all living beings. A blight on this universe, that must be purged! You will not seek redemption in the afterlife, only the hell I have designed for you!" Throwing one of his blades, it fly's into his thigh, sticking out the other side. Walking to him, he grabs the knife and twists from side to side hearing the mans agonizing screams. "You hear that? You hear yourself and your shamed cries!" Pulling the knife out if his leg, and picking him up with the Force, throws him to the other side of the room. "Please!" The man cried. "I have a wife and kids to feed. Their in the other room if you don't believe me!" "And I had a wife too! You bastard, you killed her! Your family shall join you in hell!" Picking him up by the collar of his shirt, G'Horr Shove a vibro-blade in his stomach and kicks him out the window, watching him fall onto a metal fence, that pierces his chest. His family is in the other room, eh? I want to have a talk with them. Using the force as a guide, he finds them across the hall. Smashing down the door with shear strength he pulls out his blade. "Vengeance is upon you, and I am its instrument!" Looking at a woman in her late 30's, she must be his wife. Walking towards her, he shoves the blade into her chest in the middle of her telling the kids to run. Turning around he see's a young boy and girl run out the door, and chases after them. Using the Force with both hands, he picks them up and slams them into each other knocking them unconscious. As G'Horr walks over to them, about to stab them with his two blades, he hears something. Someone talking? "Stop. Their just kids! I'm... I'm calling the Guards. Your a mad man! Gua---" Before he said another word, his throat was cut, letting blood soak his messy attire.

The kids aren't worth it. Whatever, let them live their sorrowful existence. Going down the elevator and sheathing his blades, is satisfied. Getting off this rock is what I need to do. I still have some people who owe me favors. Grimacing, he thinks about all he has just done. And how all of it was pure justification in its due process.

CHARACTERS: Farren Volski http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/showthread.php?p=692954#post692954 ; Rusky G'Horr http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/showthread.php?t=30925

ROLEPLAYS:
-The Way Of War (http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/showthread.php?t=30910)