Mad Monk and Hound of Ashla
Arjan Krektel
NAME: Arjan Kraktel
NICKNAMES: The Hound of Ashla, The Mad Monk
FACTION: Ashlan Crusade
RANK: Holy Jury
SPECIES: Bioengineered Codru-Ji-Firrerreo
AGE: 26
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 2.21 Meters
WEIGHT: 159 Kilograms
EYES: Golden
HAIR: Black
SKIN: Deep tan colored
FORCE SENSITIVE: Force Sensitive
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STRENGTHS
Strength Overwhelming: Arjan is far stronger than a Wookiee. He can rip apart droids (or biologicals) with his bare hands, lift incredibly heavy weights, withstand high levels of gravity, run at high speeds, jump long distances, and do so for hours on end without growing tired.
Genetically Altered: His skeleton is stronger than durasteel, with muscle fibers, tendons, and ligaments to match.
Super Senses: His sense of sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch all surpass that of human by far. His eyes can see into the ultraviolet range and see heat signatures. His ears can hear ultra-high, and ultra-low frequencies. His sense of smell is like that of a hound.
Superior Healing: He can heal quickly from most minor wounds in minutes, while major ones can heal in hours. Even the most grievous and life-threatening wounds can heal naturally in days.
Combat Oriented: A lifetime of combat has left him able to come up with tactics and strategies, to be able to fight with the best of them, in all manner of circumstances, to fight hand to hand, with melee weapons, and to utilize a vast array of weapons and armors to accomplish whatever is in front of him.
The Flame of Ashla Burns: He is a powerful force user, specializing in pyromancy.
Thick Skinned: He has thick skin. While it's not enough to stop a slug thrower, or blaster, it does make it a bit harder to mortally wound him with a glancing shot.
WEAKNESSES:
The Price of Superior Senses: While his eyes are protected from bright flashes, his ears and nose are particularly sensitive to sensory overload.
Combat is his life: This means he hasn't studied many languages, diplomacy, ancient civilizations. He knows enough to get by but is not a scholar.
High Technology: He is not a slicer, he won't be building droids or ships from scrap parts, or programming new apps to make money. It isn't in his nature, or skill set.
Heavy: His body is heavy and dense. It doesn't float in water, it can easily cause problems on particularly flimsy elevators, or on cliff edges. Don't even think he is going to manage to cross that wire across the roof tops, even with his agility training.
Beautiful People: Regardless of gender or species, he has a weakness for beautiful people. It's darned hard to kill someone who is beautiful, and its hard for him to turn down requests from them.
Honorable: He fights with honor, and while his version of the word may be different than most, if someone can figure it out, it can give them an advantage over him.
(More to come as I flesh out his character)
PERSONALITY: He is a deeply spiritual person. Whether he truly believes in Ashla or not is unknown, but it is known he would rather this way of life than any other. The man has a strange sense of honor, which at its core is to offer his opponents a worthy death. Deeply loyal to the Papacy, it would be difficult to get him to turn on them. At his very basic, he is a hunter ever seeking new prey. At his most complicated he is a zealot who seeks to be the sword that cuts down all that tries to harm the peace of the galaxy.
Arjan is a quiet man, who tends to stick by himself. However, he would be the first to give his shirt off his back, and help a stranger. Honest, good natured, and honorable. There is nothing more that he values than a hot cup of tea and a good book. Except the cleansing fire of Ashla, and laying the heads of their enemies at the feet of
Pietro Demici
. APPEARANCE:
At 2.21 meters, he towers over many near humans, and stands head to head with most Wookiees. His body is that of a hard-core bodybuilder, and each of his six limbs are the size of tree trunks. Arjan's eyes are a fiery gold in color, and when someone looks into them for long enough, they would swear there was a raging inferno inside them. His black hair is worn long, either loose or back in a ponytail most of the time. The man's thick skin is a dark olive tan. There are few to no scars on his body, no tattoos or otherwise other identifiable marks. His clothing is simple, and unadorned, never one for gaudy adornments. On his back is an ever-present massive sword; one is never found without the other.
SKILLS:
Speeder/Swoop Piloting
Melee Combat
Grappling/Brawling
Blaster Combat
Tracking
Heavy weapons/Explosives use
First Aid
Force Abilities: Knight Level
Thought Shield
Force Speed
Force Jump
Art of Movement
Breath Control
Control Pain
Enhance Attribute
Force Listening
Force Smell
Force Sense
Force Sight
Telekinesis
Pyrokinesis
BIOGRAPHY:
Twenty-Six years ago, Arjan was created by a Sith Lord. The Sith bioengineered what he believed to be a super soldier, by taking Codru-Ji and Firrereo genetics, and modifying them heavily. What was created was a massive, four-armed creature that was able to heal from all but the deadliest of wounds in a matter of hours. Arjan could run non-stop for ten hours and had strength that put a Wookiee to shame. Even as a boy, his bones were as strong as durasteel, and his muscles, tendons and ligaments were close to the same strength. This allowed him to push himself harder than most biologicals ever could.
Even though he was strong in the force, and a near perfect specimen, the Sith called him a failed experiment. This is because he would never bow to the Dark Side. Even under the 'care' of his Sith overlord, the child never broke, as if deep in his heart was engrained a way of life, and there nothing the man could do could stop it.
Arjan never did find out why, but rather than destroy him the Sith sold him to a Crime Lord, where he was put in a Gladiatorial Arena. There, his natural strength was turned into a sharp weapon. Countless fights later, the teenager stood above all others in the arena, and a Mercenary Commander bought him out of slavery in exchange for a few years of service. They honed him, hardened him into a deadly combatant, gave him the training and experience he would need to survive in the galaxy.
At the age of twenty-one, he left the service of the Mercenary band and for a time became a bounty hunter. He was good at it, the young man was a natural at tracking his foes, and few wanted to mess with him. Arjan became quite well known for bringing his prey back alive. Yet, try as he might, he never found his place. His heart quivered, it demanded more. Then, as if by a miracle, he was found by the Ashlan Crusade. There he found the peace and purpose he had longed for his entire life. For two years, he became a Friar, a protector of his temple and he used his abilities for the good of the Light. After single handedly stopping the pillaging of a temple from agents of the Bogan, he caught the eyes of a certain Cardinal.
This Cardinal convinced him that Ashla had protected him in the company of his Sith creator, had taught him all he needed to know, molded and shaped him into a vessel that could stand against the darkness and win. For three years the young man was trained and sent out into the field. He became quite proficient at hunting rogue elements, and utterly destroying them. His capacity for searching for heresy was so strong, that he became known as the Hound of Ashla. Yet, his enemies had a different name for him. His simplistic clothing, his massive weapons and sheer brute force while spouting mantras of Ashla made them give him the name of the Mad Monk.
Darkness will tremble. If the Bogan believes it has won, and that the end of the galaxy is at hand, it is mistaken. There is still one massive obstacle in its way, and it won't get its way so long as he yet exists.
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