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Covet
RANK: Knight; Envy
SPECIES: Sorussian
AGE: 30
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'2"
WEIGHT: Appears to weigh 170, but due to increased muscle density actual weight is around 240 lbs.
EYES: Pale blue
HAIR: Brown
SKIN: Pale; Caucasian
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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Strengths:
+Increased muscle density gives Covet absurd strength, approximately two times as much as the average Human male.
+Through a combination of cybernetics and gene therapy, the connections between various synapses and nerves have been strengthened, bestowing Covet with seemingly preternatural reflexes and reaction time.
+Covet is a master martial artist, excelling in extremely high-level striking and grappling. There are few in the galaxy who can match him in hand-to-hand combat even without his enhancements; with them, he is truly a force to be reckoned with.
+An implanted pain damper makes Covet immune to pain, if not the physical trauma that accompanies it.
+While he greatly prefers to let his fists do the talking, he does occasionally make use of vibroblades. While not a progidy by any stretch, he is highly skilled in their use.
-Overconfident in both his prowess in battle and his immunity to pain, Covet is often likely to take unnecessary risks, even going as far to allow himself to be hurt just to test his ability to withstand pain.
-Having never received even rudimentary training with ranged weaponry, Covet is all but useless with all forms of blasters and slugthrowers.
-Numbed to any external stimuli, Covet is obsessed with seeking out experiences that can make him feel...something. So far this has proven impossible, and with each failure his obsession grows, leading to a singlemindedness that clouds his judgment and overrides rational thinking.
APPEARANCE:
Tall for a humanoid, his pale face is framed by unkempt hair and a scraggly beard. What muscle adorns his scrawny frame is bunched and corded, and the tattoos covering his arms, legs, and torso are bisected by countless scars. Bare-chested and barefoot, his only trappings are simple fabric leggings, bound with strips of leather at the thigh, knee and ankle to keep them from interfering with his movements. A hide kilt hangs from his narrow waist to just above his knees.
BIOGRAPHY:
Covet is possessed of a singular talent for battle that has superceded all else in his life. For many years the challenge of a strong opponent and the thrill of victory were his only companions, his only passion. Though he is sensitive to the force, he's never viewed it as anything but a tool to be used, eschewing any philosophy or deeper meaning others might find in the mystical energy.
Possessed of a frenzied need to increase his already prodigious talents, Covet found a home with the one faction that could make him more than human: the CIS. Over the years he has been first in line for every cybernetic upgrade that's been made available, often before they had been properly tested and deemed safe.
It was this need for improvement that led him to volunteer as a test subject for an experimental pain damper, one that developers believed could not only dull the body's pain receptors, but sever the connection completely. They were right about that much, at least: when Covet awoke he was completely immune to pain. However, the side effects were devastating. Not only had the damper severed the connections between his pain receptors, they had completely eliminated his ability to feel anything at all, save the most rudimentary of tactile senses- touch and texture. Everything else- pleasure, warthm, cold, taste- was gone.
All that remained was a cold eyed killing machine, impervious and unstoppable, yet a husk of his former self nonetheless.
Reduced to stalking battlefields like some kind of tortured wraith, Covet is endlessly searching for the warrior that can make him feel again. His abilities as an Empath let him drink in the emotions and experiences of those around him, but they're nothing but paltry echoes, a siren's song taunting him with what he can never have.
-Character sheet still in works-
RANK: Knight; Envy
SPECIES: Sorussian
AGE: 30
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'2"
WEIGHT: Appears to weigh 170, but due to increased muscle density actual weight is around 240 lbs.
EYES: Pale blue
HAIR: Brown
SKIN: Pale; Caucasian
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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Strengths:
+Increased muscle density gives Covet absurd strength, approximately two times as much as the average Human male.
+Through a combination of cybernetics and gene therapy, the connections between various synapses and nerves have been strengthened, bestowing Covet with seemingly preternatural reflexes and reaction time.
+Covet is a master martial artist, excelling in extremely high-level striking and grappling. There are few in the galaxy who can match him in hand-to-hand combat even without his enhancements; with them, he is truly a force to be reckoned with.
+An implanted pain damper makes Covet immune to pain, if not the physical trauma that accompanies it.
+While he greatly prefers to let his fists do the talking, he does occasionally make use of vibroblades. While not a progidy by any stretch, he is highly skilled in their use.
-Overconfident in both his prowess in battle and his immunity to pain, Covet is often likely to take unnecessary risks, even going as far to allow himself to be hurt just to test his ability to withstand pain.
-Having never received even rudimentary training with ranged weaponry, Covet is all but useless with all forms of blasters and slugthrowers.
-Numbed to any external stimuli, Covet is obsessed with seeking out experiences that can make him feel...something. So far this has proven impossible, and with each failure his obsession grows, leading to a singlemindedness that clouds his judgment and overrides rational thinking.
APPEARANCE:
Tall for a humanoid, his pale face is framed by unkempt hair and a scraggly beard. What muscle adorns his scrawny frame is bunched and corded, and the tattoos covering his arms, legs, and torso are bisected by countless scars. Bare-chested and barefoot, his only trappings are simple fabric leggings, bound with strips of leather at the thigh, knee and ankle to keep them from interfering with his movements. A hide kilt hangs from his narrow waist to just above his knees.
BIOGRAPHY:
Covet is possessed of a singular talent for battle that has superceded all else in his life. For many years the challenge of a strong opponent and the thrill of victory were his only companions, his only passion. Though he is sensitive to the force, he's never viewed it as anything but a tool to be used, eschewing any philosophy or deeper meaning others might find in the mystical energy.
Possessed of a frenzied need to increase his already prodigious talents, Covet found a home with the one faction that could make him more than human: the CIS. Over the years he has been first in line for every cybernetic upgrade that's been made available, often before they had been properly tested and deemed safe.
It was this need for improvement that led him to volunteer as a test subject for an experimental pain damper, one that developers believed could not only dull the body's pain receptors, but sever the connection completely. They were right about that much, at least: when Covet awoke he was completely immune to pain. However, the side effects were devastating. Not only had the damper severed the connections between his pain receptors, they had completely eliminated his ability to feel anything at all, save the most rudimentary of tactile senses- touch and texture. Everything else- pleasure, warthm, cold, taste- was gone.
All that remained was a cold eyed killing machine, impervious and unstoppable, yet a husk of his former self nonetheless.
Reduced to stalking battlefields like some kind of tortured wraith, Covet is endlessly searching for the warrior that can make him feel again. His abilities as an Empath let him drink in the emotions and experiences of those around him, but they're nothing but paltry echoes, a siren's song taunting him with what he can never have.
-Character sheet still in works-