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NAME: Their true name has been long forgotten, but of the few stories told about him, he has been referred to as "The Ragged Man"
FACTION: He has no interest in the war or it's factions
SPECIES: Human (Raxus Prime)
AGE: He himself has forgotten, though at the last count, he was nearing 33
GENDER: Male
FORCE SENSITIVE: Partially trained Force Sensitive
APPEARANCE: The Ragged Man's name is derived from the Ragged Robes that he wears. They are full black, worn and torn in many places, littered with chemical stains and blaster scorch marks and slashes from lightsabers. Most of the damage is concealed by the Black Cloak he wears over the robes, itself quite beaten up and battle scarred. As a man whom frequently gets into scrapes, The Ragged Man carries many pouches and pockets on his robes filled with blaster packs, medicine, and other amenities that have served him well, as well as a small strap that his Lightsaber hangs from. Around his neck, The Ragged Man wears a necklace bearing teeth of all shapes and sizes, specifically, the teeth of Sith that he has killed over the years, his trophies and remembrances of times gone by.
Underneath the robes lies the body of someone whom was once a strong man, now only an echo of his former self. A once strong and well toned set of muscles have since become near emaciated due to his lack of food and drink, and throughout the skin, the Dark Side's corruption has come as a plague, filling the veins and turning them all bulbous and black, constantly pulsating with the Vengeful Hatred that The Ragged Man feeds from. His face fares even worse, gaunt and pale, the sickly yellow eyes of the sith imprinted on him, the black veins causing his once full and wavy mane of red hair to start falling out in clumps. His left arm and right leg have been replaced by mechanical prosthesis ever since his first encounter with the Sith, and despite their having been rather advanced, they look very crude and unrefined. Lacking any basic coverings, the limbs can be seen in all their glory, wires and metal bones protruding from the claw-like hand and foot, stringing through one another and fusing into the stumps where his old limbs once were.
ATTRIBUTES:
- The one thing that has allowed The Ragged Man to survive as long as he has was his pure, undiluted rage against the Sith. It began when his village was destroyed and his family mutilated and killed, and those memories survived as vicious and unrelenting nightmares. It didn't keep him alive, only the scavengers who found him prevented his death, but ever since, he has had rather impressive endurance, able to survive a lot of punishment.
- His sheer rage and determination to find his revenge has given him a highly focused mind, he is not easily distracted by things that try to divert him or distract him in a fight.
- Due to his need to leech from other people's desire for vengeance to keep his hatred and power alive, The Ragged Man has wandered all throughout the outer rims and is quite knowledgeable of the territory.
- Whilst his rage is his greatest strength, it can also be used against him. His quest for personal revenge has been going on for decades, his mind still craves it, but at the same time, it just wants some semblance of peace and comfort back, so when he is offered a lead that would get him closer to his own revenge, he will pursuit it with single minded obsession, which can often blind him to even simple traps.
- He is an extremely poor Lightsaber Combatant, capable of being beaten by most other practitioners, his true skills in combat lie in his being able to use his environment to his advantage and his sheer endurance enabling him to keep on fighting until his opponent begins to tire.
- Most of his force abilities are sub par at best due to his little training and he needs to focus everything through his own rage and the dark side to achieve even an average effect with his abilities.
PERSONALITY:
The defining attribute of The Ragged Man is his need for vengeance, he lives for it, he craves it every moment of every day. This undying lust makes him akin to a parasite, he will endure many harsh and unforgiving conditions, as long as he can find someone with revenge in their heart that he can feed off of, their vengeance sustains his own, keeps him moving for as long as he has to. In truth though, his need for vengeance is simply him trying to move on. Beneath the exterior, The Ragged Man is simply a child: a child unable to move on from the horror of his past. Every day, he still feels the pain of losing all that he loved in a gruesome way, the pain of having parts of himself also taken, the despair that filled him as the corpses of his loved ones stared at him through empty eye sockets, the anger that consumed him after all that, only to be thrown into a cruel and uncaring world that almost claimed him too. In his heart, he just wants his family back, some semblance of peace again, and that is why he continues to lurch forward toward the Dark Man that took his life away, because he honestly believes that killing him is the only way to move forward again...
In his dealings with people, The Ragged Man can come off as very strange, definitely unnerving to most due to his appearance and his unique speech pattern that he formed from his unhinge mind. Despite this though, he is usually quite affable to those he talks to and he is honourable to his opponents, always giving them a fair chance in combat. This honour and politeness disappears if he faces a Sith, he becomes violent, crazed, animalistic and completely malicious to those who wear the title, often selling those he defeats into slavery if he doesn't just kill them. He is perfectly willing to kill those that he feels deserve it, such as criminals and scumbags, but he usually doesn't unless he has reason, criminals are useful to him after all. In his wanderings, he often enjoys the company of animals and droids more often than people, they are simpler, less complicated and conniving. The Ragged Man is also very fond of nature, especially water, due to his upbringing.
BIOGRAPHY:
The Ragged Man can't remember much of his old life, just the brief flashes that come to him in his dreams. He remembered the seas, endless seas of blue, the sky burning orange, the green and browns of nature behind him, and the small conclave of stone houses in the middle of it all...home. He'd never forget who lived there, you never forget family. He always thought they dressed a little weird, all the robes and cloths and uncomfortable boots that always itched and tugged at his skin, he hated those, and the robes themselves were so hot and stuffy. They would always take him to their little beach, he'd play with the stones, throw them into the lagoon and watch them skim across the surface. He could do it even without touching them, and they always liked it when he did that.
When he was...14? 15? He couldn't remember exactly, he just remembered Father bringing him into a dark room, vanishing into it's shadows. All of a sudden, he was surrounded by bright lights; blue, green, yellow! A woman came out...Master, he remembered calling her. She took him from his family, not too far though, only two houses away, and she took care of him from then. She was nice, she taught him to lift all sorts of things without touching them, even how to push them, and she taught him how to see things that he couldn't with his eyes, it was so cool! He could remember making something, like the lights he saw in that room..."This weapon is a part of you, never lose it my Apprentice" She said, and he never did, he could still feel it now, on his belt. She smiled so much, even more when he finished, he liked her smile...then The dark Man took it.
The images cleared, sharpened...I had been a year into my training, the force was strong with me, they all said. I was playing in the fields of Raxus Prime, the lagoon was beautiful...I couldn't imagine it ever being wiped away, but the Elders were all worried that the industrialization was taking over the planet, a good chunk of the other islands were already building factories that would cover the sky in fog. I saw the shuttle coming down, belching smoke like some ungodly meteor. It crashed near the conclave, my family and master, the elder council, they all ran out to see if anyone had survived. I caught up in time to see The Dark Man, crawling out of the wreckage, blackened and burnt, scarlet mixed with dented and crunched ebony dripping from his whole body. Everyone instantly drew their swords, but he just raised his hand...they all froze, the force wrapped around them and rooted them to the spot like they were trees. Some of them tried to fight, getting a few inches before he closed his fist, those that moved collapsing as their chests consumed themselves, like something just crushed them. I remembered a scream, my own? Master's?...either way, after that moment of distraction, they all came rushing at him, their swords blazing in the sun. He just walked forward, raising his hand again and throwing them all away, but I hadn't moved. Either because I was still a teenager or because he just hadn't noticed me, he hadn't touched me, so I ran toward him, jumping up as he saw me and throwing my sword as his hand came toward me. I heard a yell as I hit the ground, the dirt filling my nostrils, and I looked up to see The Dark Man on his knees.
That small moment was all everyone needed, and in seconds they were up again, charging at The Dark Man. I smiled, knowing I had given my village a chance...then he looked at me. Time seemed to slow at that point, his yellow eyes boring into me, like dark, black, inky tendrils worming into my head, searching my memories. It wasn't until he looked away that I realized I had been screaming, and that the fire engulfing his ship was moving away. I saw it all...the fire shooting past us both, sprinting along the ground toward my people...it swallowed them all, the screams ingrained in my ears as they tried to get out of the move, only for it to move with them. Their skin cracked and bubbled, peeling off in strips and turning black, crusty as they all began to drop, eyes oozing out of their sockets like jelly.
He knew though, he had looked into my mind, saw them...he saved my family for last, my Master. He cornered them and lifted them all up at once, me included. He took one of my arms, one of my legs, so I couldn't look away, and he started on them. As I lay there on the ground, my entire world burning around me but leaving me untouched, I watched the Dark M...the Sith, take their arms, their legs, their ears, every possible appendage and body part he could think of without killing them. When he had finally finished, he buried me under what remained of them. As darkness took me, I remembered the last words that my Master uttered before he removed her lips...
"You poor fool...the sith will always fall, be it through the justice of the jedi...or the vengeance of those you've wronged"
I came to in a Bacta Tank, soldiers from the palace had seen the crash and come out to investigate, only to find what was left of my old life, a pile of ash. I had been found barely alive, a few more minutes and I would've been one with the force. They got me to the city just in time, and I spent months recovering. After I had healed, they tossed me out on the street, fresh with a new arm and leg, and I founda world no one had ever told me of. Nobody was nice, they all pushed me away, shunned me, some of them even pulled me to the ground and beat me and kicked me...very night since then, I curled up in a hole in the ground and just cried, and cried...every single second, my master's final words played in my head, the Sith's eyes and face never stopped boring into me, every single solitary second of his rampage etched into my very being. I focused on it all, focused on everything he took, how he did it, I felt their suffering as they burned and were slashed to mulch, I let their screams and wails fill me, and I wailed out in turn for them, letting it all in...Vengeance consumed me that day...
I'll never forget that day, and for so long as I live, I shall take vengeance on all those who wrong others, their need for vengeance shall sustain me...until the day I finally take my own on the Sith Lord that took my world from me.
SKILLS:
- He is an amateur, but he was once trained in Form III Lightsaber Combat, Soresu, a purely defensive stance. He no longer uses it, employing an extremely basic and unrefined style taken from his few snippets of memory related to Form VII, Juyo. Most Lightsaber Combatants would easily triumph over him, though he is capable of rather easily cutting through basic blaster wielding enemies.
- He is drenched in the Dark Side of the Force, his sheer rage allows him to channel the little training he has into what an average jedi could manage. He is versed in the standard force abilities, able to augment himself to a limited degree when focused, and he can use Force Push, in addition, he has a natural affinity for Force Crush, though the effort to use it can tire him greatly.
- He is an average marksman at best, always keeping a blaster nearby in case of emergency
- He is also an average pilot, being self taught in the skill.
- Despite the memories being buried, he was once a very promising farmer, harvesting and planting crops very in his home and helping out with the irrigation system.
GEAR:
- B-8R Blaster Pistol (12 Rounds)
- Personal Lightsaber
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