Don the Giant
Character
NAME: Don Rene
ALIAS: Don the Giant
FACTION: none
RANK: none
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 20
SEX: male
HEIGHT: 7' 11"
WEIGHT: 623 pounds
EYES: brown
HAIR: Brown
SKIN: light
FORCE SENSITIVE: yes
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
+ Superhuman strength and toughness
+FRIGGING MASSIVE
+puts the fear of god into his opponents
+have i mentioned that this guy is FRAKKING HUGE!!!
+OMG, is like, gigantic
+Hard to fight someone this frakking massive in close quarters
+oh yeah, he is force sensitive, I guess that is something
-Slower than most force sensitives
-Talk about a big target
-Want him to fit into a tight space? good luck
-Doors. you've never understood the pain of doors until you are 7+ feet tall
-requires custom made EVERYTHING
-Drives a Lincoln
-10/10 would be philosophical again
BIOGRAPHY: Sometimes, to move forward, I mean to actually move forward. We must go backwards. I'm not talking about, reminiscing, or chasing force ghosts. I'm talking about going back, to the beginning, to where it all started. Going back, to move forward, by going back to the place where we started going... forward... And that is why Don ended up, drunk to oblivion outside of a seedy bar on tatooine, just as he had done 14 years ago, when he was a wee little lad having barely reached 6 feet tall and 200 pounds. He was sensitive to the enticings of the force: that much was known, and on that day outside the bar long ago was when his sensitivity was discovered. He was screamed at by fools within the cantina for his childish nature and massive size and in shame he went outside, downing his bottle of alcohol, no one willing to make his younger self go home but plenty willing to bring him scorn. In a fit of childish drunken rage he lashed out, and managed to throw someone off their feet without touching them, a Jedi passing through noticed this and asked him to come train in the Jedi temple. The very young man agreed to become a youngling and train in the ways of the force. Now he was in much the same position, except he required 6 bottles of the same liquor to get even close to the level of drunk he had experienced as his young self. The cantina patrons however, did not scorn him now, even as he yelled out in belligerent anger to try and make the attempt to reproduce the events of his younger days, he realized that no one dared respond. They were afraid, he was like a nasty spider, but he was more afraid of them than they were of him. There was so much fear here, and in a moment of ecstasy he was one with the passing strangers. They were together the embodiment of fear, like a fear soup, with spider silk noodles. But he wasn't afraid of them, he was afraid of their fear, for it stopped his ultimate goal: how could he go back if moving forward were so backwards? perhaps he had to go forward to make it back to go forward, or perhaps he needn't go back at all. Perhaps he need only go back in spirit, realizing his past, so that he could move forward. Forward to his goal of making it back to the future of his life. And it was then that he realized that he had gone back, by remaining in the present, and now was the time to move forward. And now he was complete, once again ready to return to the crowded Jedi temple and begin his training once more, as a Jedi, but more so: as a friend.
CONTINUING STORY:
WHERE CAN I FIND HIM NOW?: TBD
SHIP: uhhhh, pretty much anything he can fit in at the time.
KILLS:
None
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
None
ALIAS: Don the Giant
FACTION: none
RANK: none
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 20
SEX: male
HEIGHT: 7' 11"
WEIGHT: 623 pounds
EYES: brown
HAIR: Brown
SKIN: light
FORCE SENSITIVE: yes
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
+ Superhuman strength and toughness
+FRIGGING MASSIVE
+puts the fear of god into his opponents
+have i mentioned that this guy is FRAKKING HUGE!!!
+OMG, is like, gigantic
+Hard to fight someone this frakking massive in close quarters
+oh yeah, he is force sensitive, I guess that is something
-Slower than most force sensitives
-Talk about a big target
-Want him to fit into a tight space? good luck
-Doors. you've never understood the pain of doors until you are 7+ feet tall
-requires custom made EVERYTHING
-Drives a Lincoln
-10/10 would be philosophical again
BIOGRAPHY: Sometimes, to move forward, I mean to actually move forward. We must go backwards. I'm not talking about, reminiscing, or chasing force ghosts. I'm talking about going back, to the beginning, to where it all started. Going back, to move forward, by going back to the place where we started going... forward... And that is why Don ended up, drunk to oblivion outside of a seedy bar on tatooine, just as he had done 14 years ago, when he was a wee little lad having barely reached 6 feet tall and 200 pounds. He was sensitive to the enticings of the force: that much was known, and on that day outside the bar long ago was when his sensitivity was discovered. He was screamed at by fools within the cantina for his childish nature and massive size and in shame he went outside, downing his bottle of alcohol, no one willing to make his younger self go home but plenty willing to bring him scorn. In a fit of childish drunken rage he lashed out, and managed to throw someone off their feet without touching them, a Jedi passing through noticed this and asked him to come train in the Jedi temple. The very young man agreed to become a youngling and train in the ways of the force. Now he was in much the same position, except he required 6 bottles of the same liquor to get even close to the level of drunk he had experienced as his young self. The cantina patrons however, did not scorn him now, even as he yelled out in belligerent anger to try and make the attempt to reproduce the events of his younger days, he realized that no one dared respond. They were afraid, he was like a nasty spider, but he was more afraid of them than they were of him. There was so much fear here, and in a moment of ecstasy he was one with the passing strangers. They were together the embodiment of fear, like a fear soup, with spider silk noodles. But he wasn't afraid of them, he was afraid of their fear, for it stopped his ultimate goal: how could he go back if moving forward were so backwards? perhaps he had to go forward to make it back to go forward, or perhaps he needn't go back at all. Perhaps he need only go back in spirit, realizing his past, so that he could move forward. Forward to his goal of making it back to the future of his life. And it was then that he realized that he had gone back, by remaining in the present, and now was the time to move forward. And now he was complete, once again ready to return to the crowded Jedi temple and begin his training once more, as a Jedi, but more so: as a friend.
CONTINUING STORY:
WHERE CAN I FIND HIM NOW?: TBD
SHIP: uhhhh, pretty much anything he can fit in at the time.
KILLS:
None
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
None
