Name: Voskhil
Nickname: The Watcher
Faction: Independent
Rank: N/A
Species: Noghri
Homeworld: Honoghr
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Height: 1.4 meters
Weight: 182lbs
Eyes: Black
Hair: N/A
Skin: steely grey
Credits: 1000 Credits.
Distinguishing Marks:
Physical appearance
Voskil is one of a very small amount of Noghri who have ventured from Honoghr. His clawed hands and fangs can at times draw unwanted attention. These physical symbols have also have made the warrior of fear within the Galactic underground
Dominate Hand: Right handed
Force Sensitive: Yes
Strength: 90/100
Dexterity: 75/100
Constitution: 95/100
Intelligence: 75/100
Wisdom: 65/100
Charisma: 30/100 (Understands both Honoghran and enough galactic basic to get by)
Skills:
Noghri Sense of smell
Like the rest of his species, Voskhil has a very powerful sense of smell. So acute, they can smell one's bloodline. This natural power combined with several force techniques has ultimately made his sense of smell deadly in both combat and very useful in everyday life
Melee Combat
Another natural trait Voskhil Shares with the rest of his species is that he is a talented Hand to fighter and duelist. Having a stocky built he is more than able to overpower most opponents quickly
Stealth
A third trait of his species was there great stealth skills, that much is proved as Noghri Assassins are know as some of the best in the galaxy. Over the years he has studied a great deal on force techniques on how to further improved his skills with stealth
During his Great travels across the galaxy had had come to rely on the odd bounty to keep a few credits in his back pocket, and it was then where he found his stealth skills to be most handy.
Lightsaber Forms:
Form II: Makashi
Makashi, the second of the seven traditional lightsaber forms is the one and so far only form of lightsaber combat Voskhil is a Practitioner of. His reason for choosing such a form can be put down to a Noghri sense of honor. Makashi was created for an effective means of Lightsaber on Lightsaber dueling. This means he is put at a disadvantage when facing more than one enemy, or a hail of blaster fire
Strengths and Weaknesses:
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Gear:
Lightsaber (Orange Blade)
The single lightsbaer the Noghri carries around with was the result of sevreal moths work. Voskhil will admit he his not mechanically gifted so finishing weapon has been a sorce of great self pride.
The hilt itself had been built with a slight curve. The Curve was added to work with his Knowledge of Makashi with the idea of enhancing his dueling skills, allowing for more precise movements and a greater range of flexibility
Force Powers
Light
Voice Manipulation
Core
Master Accelerate Healing
Dominate Mind
Farseeing
Projective Telepathy
'Saber Throw
Force Weapons
Force Speed
Force Pull
Force Jump
Force Resistance
Force Whirlwind
Quy'Tek
Dark
Mind Shard
Force Choke/Grip
Force Scream
Force Lightning
Control Pain
Blackness
Feed on Dark Side
Personality:
During his upbringing Voskhil was going to be given the life of any ordinary Noghri. Though it was all tipped on his head when he ran form his Clan. When he came across the run away Sith in the dark hallways of the Rakata temple not to far from his home, a new way of life was shown to him. Something that he has not forgotten
Two gruelling years of endless beating and teaching turned him to hate almost anything and everything. Even so he has no regrets.
History:
Born to a fairly regular family, everything never though anything special would follow him, yet those how would believe that were to find themselves quite wrong
As a child he led a fairly simple life, he learnt the traditions of his people and picked up a flavour for fighting, which was greatly encouraged within the clan. But after seventeen odd years of the same things day after day he greatly became bored of it all so packed a few things and wander of from his clan in search for adventure of some kind
Now wandering aimlessly he was now finding it harder that he though it would be, weather he liked it or not he was on the brink of starvation. He had not eaten in days. Death was slowly creeping up on him. But what he would find incredible was that he was about to get a stroke of good luck
When searching though a forest for the sixth day without eating he stumbled across and old temple, but what was strangest was that coming near this temple was giving him this weirdest feeling, he had always felt it there before but now it was different. It was calling to him almost and it was so hard to resist, he had to enter this temple. It was too compelling, So despite knowing nothing about this place. Blinded by the brilliance of his ‘New’ feelings
The minuets slowly turned to hours as the Young Noghri found himself wandering around in the darkness. He was beginning to think this had turned into a pure waste of time but as he started to think about turning back he caught a speck of light in the distance ahead. Voskhil froze for a few moments very unsure what to think as the strange feelings began to creep up again, he merely shrugged them off and continued on towards the light. This feeling had not disappointed him so far, there was harm in continuing so he saw
The closer he came to the light the more he could swear his powerful sense of smell was picking up cooked meat, this led him to do something very stupid, due to his hunger he forgot about possible dangers so he simply dropped his guard and gathered pace towards the smell. Later in life he would look at this as one probably the greatest mistake he made in his entire life
All of a sudden out of the darkness something jumped out him taking to the ground quickly and before he was fully aware on what was happening he had already been punched in the face several times, still not quite believing what was happening He managed to kick back his attacker and return to his feet, this guy wanted a fight he was going to get one. Only it was too dark to see him, and by no quick counter it was obvious he was using this to his advantage, but something the that mysterious attacker had failed to count on was Voskhils sense of smell, when he came back again he thins time smelt him coming and was easily able to counter the charge and even managed to pin him against the wall, now with him close he had an opportunity to take a look at this person, quickly he worked out it was human male, he had little more time to get anything else as he was violently force pushed against the opposite wall, stunned He froze again, never had he seen such acts of magic. Now he was starting to panic
A good few seconds of silence was broken by a single sharp hiss. A calm hum following it, this was of course a lightsaber being ignited at Voskhils throat, this new burst of light gave both men chance to take a look at each other. Rather surprised the human spoke first asking weather or not he was a Sith, with a confused look, The Noghri asked a what Sith was, silence again followed.
Now this was to be the exact moment where his life would completely change, as where form a fight started a mutual friendship started. And his path of the dark Jedi would begin and he would finally have someone to look up to and he would finally learn of his force sensitivity, now knowing that he had not been sent o kill him he slowly began to build trust with him
Over the years Voskhil slowly learnt about his teacher, he was surprised to say the least to learn that he was a runaway Sith hiding out in fear of his life, and the reason he had first attacked him was because he though the Sith had found him and had sent someone to kill him fro his traitorous actions. With the years of training the human slowly drilled a new way of thinking and acting in life, he himself called it ‘Dark Jedi’ but he also had to explain that there was never one way of teaching the ways of the dark Jedi, it always varied form teacher to teacher, this any many other leans he took onboard ready if the time came to pass them on
Again the years past by and more and more Voskhil changed, at the end of his training he had grown to hate almost everything and anything, he had even began to hate his teacher purely for the sake of hating. He took this on so much so that randomly during a training exercise he lashed out at him mortally wounding him. He just smiled and watched as his teacher constantly called out for help, he only watched and waited for him to die, and as soon as he was he prepared to leave for good, so he collected everything that was any use, the lightsaber, credits and other bits and pieces
The credits he had was just enough to buy him of planet where he would begin his new life
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Kills:
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Duelling Ring Matches:
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Grand Tournament Matches:
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RP’s:
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