Lotip97
New Member
NAME: Dracus Mor
FACTION: N/A
SPECIES: Zabrak
Home World: Iridonia
AGE: Mid Twenties
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6’1
EYES: Purple
HAIR: Brown, longer length
SKIN: Dull shade of khaki
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes (untrained)
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Strengths:
Combat Training
Incredible Will
Weaknesses:
Over emotional
Trust issues
Cynical
Bio:
Bio:
War. War never changes.
My entire life has been war. From my first memories on Iridonia to the sky’s over Coruscant in recent years. I have had to continually train to protect myself and the people I care...cared about.
Early life was not far from the average of a zabrak youth. I trained in many forms of combat and my promise allowed me to join the hunting party at a young age. It was one of these hunting trips many years later where the rest of my tribe realized I was different.
My father had brought me along on the annual Reek Hunt. Their skull was a prized possession among our tribe and each new leader must prove his worth by retrieving one. My father was not to become the chief, his older brother was. The three of us were accompanied by two of my uncle’s close friends. We had spotted a large adult reek leaving the edge of the desert our village was based in heading towards the jungle. The cover of the trees would make our task easier as an angry reek is capable of killing many skilled hunters. Our hunting party continued tracking the Reek for much of the day. As the sun began to set we came upon her drinking at a watering hole.
My uncle was rash and did not think before acting. He wished to accomplish this hunt alone and rushed the Reek before my father or the other two men had a chance to weaken it with arrows. The other two men chased after my uncle as my father readied his bow and nodded for me to the same. The Reek reared it’s head as the three hunters approached and quickly became violent, lowering its head and charging. My father and I began firing arrows into either shoulder in an attempt to slow the beast down but it’s overwhelming force paired with my uncles rash foolishness made quick work of him and the two hunters that joined us. He lobbed all three into the air with one motion and then focused in on my winded and grounded uncle.
My father yelled and rushed to jump in-between the beast and my uncle raising his spear. The other two men remained on the ground watching in horror. They did not watch the beast though they watched me. Something within me had taken over. The fear of losing my father and uncle in the same day took control. I had raised both hands towards the beast and screamed, sending the charging beast several feet into a tree.
The hunt was a failure. My uncle was humiliated. My father and the other two men had not said a word to me, only held fear in their eyes. Tales of magic wielders and witches had always been popular around the fire growing up. Warning of how they stole entire tribes from our world. The next morning I was told to leave and given enough provisions and credits to make it to the space port and pay for passage off my homeworld.
I have spent the last five years watching as the rest of the beings I encounter are no different from the tribes of my home. Planets at war with one another over traditions and politics. I have no past to claim and for now it seems I have no future. All I have is my training and a battleground to prove myself on.
SHIP:
Basic Fighter earned from bounty hunting/smuggling jobs after leaving homeworld.
KILLS:
N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
ROLE-PLAYS:
N/A
FACTION: N/A
SPECIES: Zabrak
Home World: Iridonia
AGE: Mid Twenties
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6’1
EYES: Purple
HAIR: Brown, longer length
SKIN: Dull shade of khaki
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes (untrained)
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Strengths:
Combat Training
Incredible Will
Weaknesses:
Over emotional
Trust issues
Cynical
Bio:
Bio:
War. War never changes.
My entire life has been war. From my first memories on Iridonia to the sky’s over Coruscant in recent years. I have had to continually train to protect myself and the people I care...cared about.
Early life was not far from the average of a zabrak youth. I trained in many forms of combat and my promise allowed me to join the hunting party at a young age. It was one of these hunting trips many years later where the rest of my tribe realized I was different.
My father had brought me along on the annual Reek Hunt. Their skull was a prized possession among our tribe and each new leader must prove his worth by retrieving one. My father was not to become the chief, his older brother was. The three of us were accompanied by two of my uncle’s close friends. We had spotted a large adult reek leaving the edge of the desert our village was based in heading towards the jungle. The cover of the trees would make our task easier as an angry reek is capable of killing many skilled hunters. Our hunting party continued tracking the Reek for much of the day. As the sun began to set we came upon her drinking at a watering hole.
My uncle was rash and did not think before acting. He wished to accomplish this hunt alone and rushed the Reek before my father or the other two men had a chance to weaken it with arrows. The other two men chased after my uncle as my father readied his bow and nodded for me to the same. The Reek reared it’s head as the three hunters approached and quickly became violent, lowering its head and charging. My father and I began firing arrows into either shoulder in an attempt to slow the beast down but it’s overwhelming force paired with my uncles rash foolishness made quick work of him and the two hunters that joined us. He lobbed all three into the air with one motion and then focused in on my winded and grounded uncle.
My father yelled and rushed to jump in-between the beast and my uncle raising his spear. The other two men remained on the ground watching in horror. They did not watch the beast though they watched me. Something within me had taken over. The fear of losing my father and uncle in the same day took control. I had raised both hands towards the beast and screamed, sending the charging beast several feet into a tree.
The hunt was a failure. My uncle was humiliated. My father and the other two men had not said a word to me, only held fear in their eyes. Tales of magic wielders and witches had always been popular around the fire growing up. Warning of how they stole entire tribes from our world. The next morning I was told to leave and given enough provisions and credits to make it to the space port and pay for passage off my homeworld.
I have spent the last five years watching as the rest of the beings I encounter are no different from the tribes of my home. Planets at war with one another over traditions and politics. I have no past to claim and for now it seems I have no future. All I have is my training and a battleground to prove myself on.
SHIP:
Basic Fighter earned from bounty hunting/smuggling jobs after leaving homeworld.
KILLS:
N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
ROLE-PLAYS:
N/A
