riseabovenormality
Wild Thing
BIOGRAPHY:
I
In the void of space, upon a lonely starship, a duo of hunters once raised a child. They had longed for a healthy child, one who could uphold their traditions. What they got, however, was a mutated thing, which at first seemed unfit for the harshness of the universe. Perhaps they should have expected that; one of them was a pure-blooded Trandoshan, the other being of the Saurin subspecies. But, of course, the child's mutation might have simply been due to the workings of fate. Regardless, the deformities were enough to worry the parents. They spoke often of it, in hushed whispers, always wondering if their offspring would ever be able to honor the Scorekeeper. Worry filled them, and they could not hide it from the child. And so Gerhardt knew he was different, even from a young age, and always strove to prove that being different was not always a bad thing. 'Twas a plain goal, admittedly, but enough to keep him occupied for the duration of his childhood.
By his eighth year of living, Gerhardt had proven his nature as a hunter to his parents, his mutations never once slowing him down. In fact they sometimes aided him, such as when he used the horn-like structures on his head to gore an adversary. Or the countless times his extra fingers, along with opposable thumbs, granted him extra dexterity. However, those latter traits weren't unheard of in Saurin, and some wouldn't even consider them mutations. Regardless, they did mark him as different from his Trandoshan kin. Few outside of his family recognized him as one of their own kind. This proved to be both a blessing and a curse- he was an outsider among his people, but those his kind called enemies did not often see him as such. Hunts could come easier to him when his targets had no initial reason to distrust him. In the end they'd discover the truth, though, and he would grin a viscous grin as he took trophies from their remains.
As he grew older, Gerhardt took on increasingly difficult hunts. Sometimes he'd spend months tracking a foe down, another week or two on chasing them, then days on the actual fight. None of that bothered him, of course. He knew in his heart that it was what he was born to do. Time after time the hunt consumed him, drove him forward, made him stronger. Whenever he wasn't in the process of searching for prey, he was honing his skills. Oftentimes he would work closely with his parents and their allies. He knew that his elders held great amounts of knowledge, the years having taught them numerous techniques, each one valuable in its own way. Most notably, perhaps, was the art of Teras Kasi, which his 'uncle' had mastered through decades of practice. Although Gerhardt was unable to learn all of it, he gained enough insight to be a versed practitioner of it. Over time it allowed him to hunt his favorite kind of prey: Force users.
Jedi, Sith, rogues of no order, it mattered not to him. If there was a force user who he could hunt without earning too big of a target on his back, then he did so. Eventually this led him to a particular order of warrior, whom fought tirelessly against force users, seeking to protect the galaxy. Although he didn't initially buy into their ideals, Gerhardt soon found himself devoted to the cause. And this, my friends, is where his story begins...
