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Character
"Balmoraan blood runs deep."
Combat Armor:
Outside of armor:
The Basics:
Name: Ansen Gralok
Race: Epicanthix/Balmoraan
Faction: None, limited loyalty to the Balmoraan government.
Age: Twenty-One.
Height: 6'1.
Weight: 201 LBS
Force Sensitive: Yes, albeit very weakly.
Details:
Strengths:
A. Weak connection to the force. Capable of masking his presence within it for a time.
B. Extensive knowledge on most modern armaments.
C. Accomplished slicer.
D. Ansen is a living library. He knows an enormous amount of galactic history and information on a number of trivial subjects.
Weaknesses:
A. Ansen has medical issues, and cannot remain in moderate temperatures for very long. He must remain warm at all times.
B. Ansen's weak connection to the force can draw in those with stronger connections, though his own abilities will never go beyond concealing his presence.
C. Ansen relies heavily on his electronics in combat. While he possesses minor defenses against ionic assault, disabling the electronics would leave him extremely vulnerable.
Appearance:
Ansen is a large figure. He stands a little over two meters tall, and fills out his clothing with muscle developed from years spent working in mines. His face is an angular one: his eyes a startling shade of green that always seem to be seeing through whatever he may be looking at. His raven hair is kept short, and falls down messily as he takes little care of it. His expression is often one of stoic indifference, though it is not uncommon for a satisfactory smirk to replaces the expression of stone. The thin beginnings of a beard line his jawline, though he never allows it to grow any further than that. He will often be seen in a simple crimson jacket and black pants outside of his combat armor, though seeing him in such a way can be considered a rare case, and even a sign of trust to those he allows himself to let his guard down around.
Biography: (WIP)
Balmoraa had been known for its impressive factories for thousands of years; particularly those that specialized in military grade ordnance. The upper class lived well in cities such as the capital Sobrik, while the rest were resigned to working in the factories and mines. The Graloks found their niche in the latter of the two.
Work in the mines was not only tedious, but also dangerous. If one did not watch his or her self, they might be crushed in a cavern collapse. The radiation given off from the power drills used by the miners was also known to cause birth defects and reduce the average life span, though that fact is little more than rumor within the lower class. The elite could not care less what happened to their servants.
Sharn Gralok lead his family composed of his wife and two children dutifully. He and his wife worked excruciatingly long hours to support the education of their two daughters, but they made due--until Miss Gralok found herself pregnant once more.
The youngest son of the Graloks had a troubling birth. The child was born with a deficiency due his mother's exposure to the drills that cut through the mines, crippling his ability to maintain his own body temperature. While he could live and thrive in most climates, cold weather would easily end in his untimely demise, as his body could not maintain a survivable internal temperature.
Medical bills for the child were extremely high, and his parents were put under terrible stress to support their family. This child, Ansen, grew to adulthood with the resentment of his older sisters and peers to keep him in line. When he came of age, he took to working in the mines alongside his father to help pay off the debts his medical bills had incurred.
There he remained for three years, toiling underneath the planet surface with nothing but a power jack and his tired father for company. Sharn Gralok soon passed away in a cavern collapse, leaving Ansen and his sisters to care for his sickly mother.
With funds running low and his mother in desperate need of care, Ansen took to gambling with one of the many swoop gangs around his small home town. For a time, the credits were good, and his luck seemed unending. Ansen had a taste of the good life, and his family indulged in the benefits.
It was after a long arduous shift in the mines that Ansen was approached by a specter of sorts. She introduced herself as Linora, a young woman who had died in a cave collapse years before. She explained that she had once been a Sith Lord, and was now doomed to wander the caverns until someone freed her spirit. Ansen befriended the spirit--whom everyone else believed to be a figment of his imagination--and she came to his side after every night shift.
Soon after, his luck faltered. He had grown overconfident in his consistent victory, and bet more than he could ever hope to pay. As a result, the gang members cut off his supply of credits, and threatened to have his sisters abducted and smuggled off system.
Panicking, Ansem returned home to find his mother dead from an apparent stroke, and his sisters nowhere to be found. The gang members arrived shortly afterword with rifles and other firearms. The firefight was brief. Ansen was positive he should have died, but Linora had seemed to appear in between the gangsters and himself, and convinced them to flee.
When Ansen reached out to ask her why she was out of the mines, she told him to seek out the old master. Confused as to what she meant, Ansen went into town the next day and dumped his entire life savings into a repurposed set of Sith combat armor, and an old DC-17.
He took the odd job here and there on Balmoraa. Putting down animal threats, security, recovering lost children, whatever paid. Each night, Linora would visit him, and each night, he fell further in love with the specter.
The night that he had made enough credits to purchase his own ship, she approached him. For a moment, she seemed to be corporeal, and touched him on the arm. She explained that his sisters had betrayed him, and that they would kill him if they saw him again. Balmoraa was no longer safe; he needed to find the old master.
Then, she disappeared, leaving Ansen with the sole objective of finding this master. He began to scour the galaxy for clues, working for whoever might pay him or provide a lead as he moved from one system to the next.
Linora has not returned since, and Ansen is convinced she will only do so when the old master is found. Most believe she is something his mind conjured up for his own comfort, but he believes she exists. She has to--what else would he have to live for if not?
Possesions:
DC-17 assault rifle.
One-handed vibroblade.
Standard durasteel combat armor. Variant of this.
Ship.