Alkaios
I'll never stop
Alkaios, Son of Lanius
Characteristics
Rank: N/A
Species: Hellyni
Age: 25
Force Sensitive: Yes
Height: 6'3
Weight: 210
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Black, and Gray
Appearance
Alkaios is a Hellyni, a species near enough to humans that none would be able to tell that Alkaios was an offshoot. His eyes are a brilliant blue to match the oceans of his world, and just like the ocean the eyes can be filled with an unrelenting rage. In fact, many would say Alkaios is a handsome individual if it wasn’t for the scars that permeate his face. Sporting a scar on his left cheek, another beneath his right eye, and a few others that linger here and there he gives off an intimidating appearance. What was once a full head of Raven black hair that fell to the center of Alkaios’ back was now nothing more than short cut that barely passed his ears, while at the front there is a pronounced patch of gray hair, a side effect from the constant stress Alkaois was put under during his time at war. Alkaois’ body is just what one would expect of a Hellyni, especially a Spathi. At peak physical condition Alkaois could be compared to a top tier athlete. Though along with this comes an array of scars that are absolutely horrifying.
Biography
War… No matter where you go, no matter where you take refuge, how much you try to hide and cover your ears pretending it doesn’t exist it comes for you. War had consumed the galaxy long before I was born and will probably continue till long after my body is naught but dust. That doesn’t mean one should be forced to witness it, to watch worlds fall, civilizations brought low and thousands of lives destroyed… I did, I remember every waking moment of it, every battle, every news report, the battles I participated in. They are all trapped within my mind, haunting me. I was too young to have witnessed what I had… My parents had left Hora when I was but an infant, they hoped to shelter me from the war of our people, the war of the Spathi people. A proud, elegant, and far too prideful people. The war on Hora had been waged since… Well before anyone could truly remember, at times when I look back at my times on the planet I wonder if the city-states even knew why they were truly at war with one another.I understand what my parents tried to do, raising me in the core where they thought war would never reach us, where we could live in peace, where I could have a normal life away from battle. Yet that wasn’t meant to be. When I was but child the One Sith began gaining power, one by one worlds fell before them and soon enough they’d reach us. My eyes were glued to the holotransmissions broadcast out by not just news station but those who endeavored to survive. Mostrosities such as the Yuuzhan Vong and Graug were released on populaces. With no choice left besides retreat my father Lanius forced us to pack our belongings where we’d return to Hora, far away from the war and possibly the only safe haven due to its galactic coordinates being hidden to all except Hellyni and their closest allies.
We returned to our homeworld and what were we welcomed by? A feast of epic proportions? Wrong! Arms open in greeting? Wrong again. We were welcomed by turbolaser fire and the flames of war. We hadn’t even been home for more than a week when it was my father’s time to march off to war. And march he did, when he walked out that door I always feared he’d never return. Every day I’d stare out my window and in the distance, I could see villages burn. I knew my time would come, and come it did. On my fifteenth birthday, my father returned from battle, bloodied and smelling the charred flesh of his enemies. How could I say no? It was my duty to join my father in battle, soon enough the Attikan’s would be on the border of my own village, to not act would be akin to giving up my right to live.
For five long years I fought, every day I woke up to face near certain death, friends? What was the point when they’d be dead within the week? My father? He was off leading glorious battles against the Attikan’s while I was stationed to defend my own village. It was located on the edge of Spathi’s territory and there was no large force defending it, there was twenty of us. Twenty Spathi! Easily the equivalent of a hundred Attikan’s and thirty Makrosians! At least that’s what we’d been taught, what we were raised to believe. Yet when the Attikan’s crossed the crest of the hill I knew that my final days were upon me. There were over a hundred Attikan’s that crossed that hill, their cries of war assaulting my ears. Alongside them dozens of droids supposed by Emperio.
What do I remember of the attack? I remember seeing red, it was everywhere, it was like as though an aficionado was given a paintbrush, with each stroke of red that was another who fell. The elderly, the children, they died as well. My muscles burned, my eyes watered as tears poured forth unabated. My head ached and in my head, I heard one voice. Dark, demented, but it said this “Give yourself to me, just this once and I will ensure that you survive on this day… Yet you’ll forever be mines.”
How could I say no? Why would I? I gave in and let the darkness take me, it guided my hand and when I came to I was buried beneath a mound of flesh and machine. My village in ruins, my body covered in blood, some mines and the rest from those who surrounded me. All that surrounded me was the dead, my village no more and among the ruins my mother’s charred corpse lay… I couldn’t stay, the sight alone made me sick. No, it was Hora, it was a cesspit, it was a living hell in the galaxy I had to escape.
I fled the planet leaving my father to believe I’d died, yet once out in the galaxy I realized that it was all a cesspit, no matter where I went there’d be war, famine, destruction on a massive scale. All committed due to the acts of those who thought they could control the galaxy. Whether it be arrogant crimelords, prideful Sith, or self-righteous jedi that did nothing but bring about more war… They were all the causes and needed to be rid of.
Strengths & Weaknesses
- No Strings on me: Hellyni are one of the few species immune to the mental aspects of the force granting Alkaios protection from dangerous individuals that use these abilities.
- You even lift bruh?: Hellyni that come from Spathi are known for possessing strength matching the finest human athletes.
- Warband : Alkaios was born a warrior and was first throne into battle when he was 15, meaning he is no stranger to warfare.
- Feed me!: Alkaios like the rest of his people sport an incredibly fast metabolism forcing him to eat two to three times more than the average human less he suffer muscular degeneration, fainting or going into a coma.
- Poison: Due to the genetics of the Hellyni, poisons are incredibly potent when used on the Hellyni and spread faster through them than regular humanoids with non-lethal poisons sometimes remaining permanent.
- PTSD: No one should be forced to witness what Alkaios did when he was but a boy, after watching the One Sith’s attacks on worlds and then participating in a battle on his own homeworld Alkaios is haunted by images and his times at war.
Thank you [member="Seraphina Addock"] for the help with the layout!
