Derriphan
Failure
"Never seen a problem my shotgun couldn't solve."- Derriphan
Name: Project Derriphan V8
Rank: Dark Jedi Padawan
Former Titles: None
Current Titles: Derriphan
Faction: Independent
Former Homeworlds: None
Current Homeworld: Nar Shaddaa
Age: Mentally and Physically 21, Biologically 3
Species: Human (Clone)
Sex: Male
Height: 1,79 m
Weight: 70 Kg
Hair: Blonde
Skin: Fair
Eyes: Green
Force Sensitve: Yes
PERSONALITY:
It's not hard to guess that Derriphan wasn't born naturally, but inside a tank. A mix of memory imprinting, flash training and prolonged time in a virtual reality formed him into a smart man and formidable warrior, but his social skills can only be described as lacking. While not psychopathic or downright mad like many others suffering from the aftereffects of a rapid cloning process, his personality of raw and unrefined and as a result his behavior can often stand in a stark contrast to his adult appearance.
Derriphan is not much a talker, often preferring silent listening instead. Yet despite that he isn't a very tactful individual and when he opts to speak his words can often can come out everywhere from slightly offensive to openly insulting. He is no strange to mocking others, sometimes tactically, but most often merely out of pure spite.
Below his silence waits a lot of repressed anger, and a feeling of being lost. Left abandoned and without a real identity of his own Derriphan had to struggle since he escaped from his pod, and not once felt a sense of belonging or purpose besides his own survival, a situation that weights heavily on the young clone and haunts him even late at night.
STRENGHTS:
-Quick Witted: Derriphan is mentally gifted and able to quickly pick up on skills he encounters. He is also equally quick to adapt to most situations as long as they do not include social interaction.
-Force Prodigy: Whoever his genetic forerunner is, Derriphan inherited his immense talent for the force. While his skills are raw and untrained, the clone exhibits a natural proficiency in the more basic areas of the force and a great affinity for the use of the dark side.
-Frontliner: Even when still in his tank, Derriphan was mentally and physically trained to fight a war right at the frontline. While not exceptionally strong, he possesses a rare level of endurance and resilience, and a extreme ignorance towards all but the most intense of pains.
TRAITS:
-Ruthless: Derriphan knows no honor. Not just figuratively but literally, as such things were not taught to him in his tank. This makes him an utterly ruthless foe that would go to any length to survive, no matter the cost.
-Cursed Blood: Since he found freedom, Derriphan could feel something inside of him, a oppressive darkness soaring through his veins, slowly gnawing away on his sanity. While the young clone normally can keep it suppressed, this madness breaks through in moments of immense stress or emotion, invoking violent, uncontrolled and obsessive tendencies but also granting him the strength to rise again after blows that would cripple most normal men.
WEAKNESSES:
-Loud: Derriphan was created for open war and nothing else, and as such has come out as a rather loud individual. Not only unable to know when to stay silent in social situations, but also lacking any sense for a subtle approach in a fight. Should a task require a level of finesse, then it's to be expected to be executed clumsily at best.
-Lost: The clone doesn't know where he really comes from, nor who he really is. To him the galaxy is a hostile and forging place as he lacks the guidance to understand it as anything else.
-Antisocial: Tactless is an understatement.
APPEARANCE:
Derriphan is at the lower end of average height and weight, and is neither a very bulky nor impressive figure despite his clearly defined muscles. The most noticeable features are his bright blonde hair and vibrant blue eyes, that seem almost out of place compared to his slightly crooked nose and other minor imperfections that marked his face since he was in the tank. While his training happened inside a cloning tank, the young man still earned a impressive amount of scars and marks scattered over his body and face due to the deranged experiments executed on his body during that time.
BIOGRPAPHY
False Birth - The Curse of Freedom
Derriphan remembers very little of the reality of his early life, only a handful of blurry glimpses that remind him that his existence began inside a tank overlooked by faceless scientists and not in the false world he was submitted into since his earliest memories.
Inside the virtual realm created for him he never knew anything but violence and war, awaking every morning for merely another simulation he had to struggle through. Even as a child he had already become aware to the fact that this world was not real not only due to the faded impressions of his tank but because of the countless minor imperfections and inconsistencies he encountered during his forced training. Yet despite all that the clone looks back at this time with an odd fondness. While his world wasn't real, there never was the question of identity or purpose, only the war he had grown to know so intimately.
Thanks to that it was even more disheartening when he first awoke in reality. The scientists were gone, and the simulation at an end. When the tank broke apart under the weight of his force, after staying in its calming stasis for weeks with no further outside input, he found himself in an abandoned facility on Nar Shaddaa. He was surrounded by tanks like his own, all empty and engraved with "Project Derriphan" and a rising version number. Having no othet sense of identity, the young clone made the words his own, taking on the name Derriphan.
During his first days of freedom Derriphan dedicated his time to find an clues about his creation, but his search lead him nowhere but to an impressive amount of cracked skulls. It was not long until someone took notice of the clumsy executed violence upon individuals that to Derriphan's misfortune were far more well connected than he had anticipated. Due to this he was given an easy choice: work away the debts he had created or become a hunted man.
It was simple for him to adapt to the life of an mercenary and enforce, a job that allowed him to make use of his one defining quality, his talent for violence. Yet it also became clear to him that it was hard enough to make month's end without spending valuable time on a seemingly pointless search for things kept secret by mem more cunning them himself.
