Character
Name: Berok
Faction: The Draelvasier
Rank: Juggernaut Minor
Species: Draelvasier | Baedurin
Age: 7 Full Adult at 1.
Sex: Male
Height: 8ft 5
Weight: 2.0tn
Eyes: Yellow
Hair: None
Skin: Carmine Red
Force Sensitive: No
Strengths:
Builder and Survivalist: Having lived in a hostile, isolated world surrounded by danger. He's learned to survive and thrive from nothing. Tunneling, building structures underground, he's become adept at it.
Strength and Toughness: He's certainly not the biggest or toughest of his race, but every Baedurin is an imposing physical presence.
Loyal: This Draelvasier will carry out any order to the end of it.
Weaknesses:
Large Target: Like all of his race he's big. When you know he's there, he's easy to hit.
Youngster: An adult but an inexperienced one. After fighting in the civil war. He's been stuck on a devolved planet for the rest of his life. Knowing very little but beasts and how to survive.
Lacks initiative: Much prefers following orders to giving them.
Appearance:
Large, red, and fresh-faced. There isn't much evidence of years lived because he's so young. A full adult at 1 year old, he's still a towering 8ft tall behemoth, but very average for his race. Golden eyes glow against a red skin. He has a strong jawline, pincer teeth, sharp youthful features, and chitin scales across him.
Biography:
From 1-4 years old, he's been fighting in a bitter exo-galactic civil war. Honestly, he's not even sure how it started or why. He was born into it, told to fight and he has done it ever since. Never one to lead, but always a loyal follower no matter what, this was recognized and appreciated by those he fought with.
Because of his reputation for being loyal, and because of his inexperience. He was one of thirty Draelvasier sent out of the war toward the end, to find help and allies in this galaxy. When he arrived he found that an even worse fate had befallen those here, immediately attacked his ship was overwhelmed with hostile fire, and entered into an ion storm to try and escape. It was a final act to escape destruction but put their ship adrift, to crash on their homeworld. He's battled for survival in his own way on the homeworld, trying to carve out a safe area and fortify it.
While ten died on impact, the other twenty tried to survive planetside. A planet that is devolved from what it once was, overrun with hostile creatures. The twenty with him are barely a dozen now of the few hundred that remained on Draemidus Prime. It is a harsh existence, and a constant fight for survival but it has made the dozen survivors strong-willed and determined, they are a group that looks out for each other and knows how to endure.
From their fortified tunnels, they hold strong, hoping to build a better life for themselves. There is a signal system developing between the tunnel network and it has begun to allow limited communication to begin, perhaps the beginnings of civilization.
Ship:
No
Kills:
None
Bounties Collected:
None
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